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“I Typed For Miles”

̶naoreko week 2022 day 3 !! Writers Block|Art Block

before you read

-title is by Jets To Brazil

-non death game au

-i dont usually post my works so this is gonna be..uh..

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“Hmmh. Fuck. Can’t think of shit…”

There Reko sat, near Nao's resting body. By near, she meant the same room. Reko was sitting at a desk, harshly gripping a mechanical pencil as she dug her nails into a piece of paper. It was easy to aggravate Reko Yabusame, but writer's block was always the one to dig into her mind and tear it to shreds. It felt like she wrote about everything there possibly was to write about! Atleast, something that fit her band's type. Maybe she should explore more than what would fit her band? Surely though, that would just be a waste of time. Unless Nao recommended it. She would do anything Nao recommended. 

…Aha! The perfect idea, Nao! She could ask Nao! Though, Nao was taking a nap. Would she mind? She would! No she wouldn’t. She didn’t want to bother her girlfriend, they’d only gotten together 2 weeks ago afterall. Reko wasn’t extraordinarily great with relationships, no matter how much of a flirt she was. Her relationships didn’t last long because neither of them were necessarily extra faithful. But this was different with Nao! Nao was different. Nao was caring, sweet, special. Nao was perfect. This relationship wasn’t a “go for a month get over in a week” type of thing that Reko wanted. Reko wasn’t used to it being like this way. Who would? It was hard to adjust, especially if you're a person like Reko Yabusame. 

After going through 3 minutes of debating with herself, Reko decided to awaken her poor girlfriend.

“Hey.. Uh, Nao?” 

Nao's eyes just barely moved as Reko nudged her arm. They were awfully close. Should she kiss her on the cheek? No Reko! That's moving too fast! You've been together for 2 weeks, damnit!

“Hmm.. Yes Reko?”

Nao's words were honeyed, her voice was slow and a little groggy. God, it was adorable. She hated how head over heels she was for this woman. Nao sat up from the bed, adjusting her pillow so she could still be comfortable. 

“Ah.. You know how I write my own songs? I’m going through writer's block.”

“Kinda like an art block, right? Have you ever written about a person before?”

Those words caused Rekos expression to harden. Alice. She wrote a scrapped song about Alice. It was still in the trash bin of her house. Alice, who went to jail and faced the consequences any murderer would. Alice wasn’t the types of guy to just murderer anyone, not so suddenly too. But that didn’t matter, did it? Wait, Reko! Your girlfriends sitting in front of you, get a grip!

“..Only once, why?”

This elicited a giggle from Nao, in turn making the opposing Rekos face to run a light shade of red and causing her eyebrows to furrow.

“Well, why not write about me?”

Nao winked, of course she was teasing. But why not tease back? Reko had been the victim of Naos teasing for what felt like ages, even before they were dating. So why not get her back for once? No better time to do it than now! “Pff, okay.”

“Eh?”

Reko rushed back to the desk on the other side of the room and took a normal grasp of her pen. She’d show Nao. She’d known Nao for two years, she knew enough about her to write a song. The words came to her simple and fast, unrecognizable to Reko who took a week or more to write a song.

She decided the song would be shorter than her average song, this would make it easier to provide the song to Nao quickly enough. Why was she so inlove with this woman?

Nao had no idea what a writer's block was like. She wrote one crappy song in her junior year of highschool and that was it, and maybe a few even worse ones in middle school. She wrote her fair share of poems, but they weren’t anything like Rekos poems. Reko didn’t publicly release her poems, because they weren’t similar enough to her songs. They were solemn yet screamed, sad yet excited. Actually, maybe they were pretty similar.. No matter that, Nao had no idea what Reko was going through. But in a way, they were both artists. When Nao hits an art block, she feels like physically and mentally exploding. She pieced this together in a way to fit Rekos thought process, though it didn’t exactly match up.

Nao's eyes drifted to Rekos everworking body. She loved her girlfriend. She reached up from the bed that she was sitting on to approach Reko. Once she finally stretched herself up, she walked over and leaned over her girlfriend's shoulder to read the words.

Only to find a blushing Reko covering the piece.