how hype can one person BE | IT'S THE OTP

[shesgotguts]

[within the apartment, all is seemingly normal. light filters through the curtains, signalling the rise of the sun. coffee bubbles in its pots, scent wafting through the house. there's the patter of feet as a young blonde woman moves about the kitchen, preparing a pair of meals-- eggs, toast, sausage. the atmosphere is of a happy home, one that could be shared with another, or a set of people both large and small. it's peaceful, charming in it's normalcy, the quiet soothing to milly as she cooks, even as there's a thudcrashBOOM in her room. their room. hers, mostly, and sometimes his, but if it was always his, wouldn't he know all the good hiding spots by now?

noises find her through the walls, however muffled, and as she sets their plates, she smiles to herself, listening to his frustration and her apartment being torn apart, watching as he moves from room to room, focused on a single task. he could simply ask her where it is, but there's no guarantee she'd answer. (frankly, the guarantee is that she won't.) why should she when it's so entertaining to observe him? as he passes by, she takes a seat in front of her plate, smirking as she opens the newspaper in her hands.]

Suzaku, have breakfast with me, please. Whatever you're doing [like she doesn't know what he's doing.] can wait, can't it?

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[nondramatic]

[suzaku’s slipping her a crooked little half-smile when she looks away, half-glad she doesn’t see it. he’s never been more grateful, more glad, for such a peacefully understanding girlfriend in his life— for a moment the negative thoughts quiet and in order to show his gratefulness, he’s leaning over while she’s showing him her vulnerable cheek and brushing his lips over it.

a chaste kiss. nothing more, nothing less, and he pulls away as quickly as he leaned in, that smile gone and replaced by a look far more nostalgic and soft.

(a knight’s kiss on the back of a princess’s hand, soft and sweet and fleeting, a dream of something that would and could never last.)]

You’re too good to me. I can’t make any promises, but— [he wouldn’t dare, not after he’s already broken so many] I’ll hope, too. Maybe I can slip a crane in with Nunnally’s, after all.

[his last words were small, but cheery, more of a wish than the crane itself. nunnally still liked to fold them in her spare time and she has so many— surely one more finding its way in her stock would go unnoticed. a small, golden crane with pretty blue sparkles.

a wish, rather than a hope.]

[shesgotguts]

[for all she says, and all she does, it should not be so easy to embarrass her. but suzaku is an expert at it, even if he's not entirely aware of it. it's the sweet kisses, the gentle touches, the completely unassuming behaviour that she will never grow accustomed to. his kiss is enough to make her cheeks turn pink, and laugh softly. she can't look at him for a moment, flustered and giddy like a schoolgirl would be in front of her crush, but she returns to the present soon enough, still rosy cheeked and grinning.

if only every day could be like this...

her smile fades, though, matching his expression as she moves to put her hand over his, once again looking at nothing as she turns his hand over to lace their fingers together, sighing to herself.]

Never too good to you. [because if anyone deserves the best, it's you.] Besides, how can I compete with a man who will fold a crane for us? I've got to do better! Better than hiding a terrible, awful mask, for sure. [what a way to break the mood. she slyly glances over to him, rubbing her thumb over his, waiting to see what he'll do, to see if the magic of the morning is enough to keep him with her for just a moment longer.]