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sturniluvr · 9 months ago

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Meet the brother part 2 - meet the family

Jude Bellingham x Leclerc!reader

Leclerc Brothers x sister!reader

word count: 1,927

warnings: possibly mistranslated French (I used google translate again😂), possible spelling mistakes, nothing other than that I don’t think

requested: yes/no {here}

summary: part two to MTB where Jude meets the rest of the Leclercs. Here’s part 1

A/N: Hope you enjoy <3 also most likely won’t do a part 3. Also my Matt one shot should be out in the next few days hopefully.

❗️semi proof read❗️

To say Jude was nervous was an understatement, tonight was the night he was finally meeting the rest of Y/N’s family. Charles and Y/N had organised with their mum, Pascale, to have a family dinner when Y/N and Charles were back in Monaco after the Imola Grand Prix, and Jude would join them and finally meet his girlfriend’s mother and 2 other older brothers.

The couple were currently in Y/N’s apartment in Monaco getting ready for dinner at her mum’s house. Jude made his way over to the bedroom, where he’s met with the sight of his beautiful girl sat at her vanity as she applied finishing touches to her makeup and her sister in law, Alex, stood behind her curling her Y/H/C locks for her. He smiles at the girls as he quickly grabbed a smart shirt of his that he left in her wardrobe the last time he was at her apartment and put on the shirt and spritzed some cologne on him and he left the girls to finish getting ready and headed downstairs where Charles was, filling up Leo’s food and water bowls that Y/N had in her apartment for when she’d have him for Charles and Alex.

“Hey mate.” Jude called to the Ferrari driver. Charles looks up at the footballer and gives him a small smile as he replied to the younger man.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Do you think your mum and brothers will actually like me? Mate I’m shitting myself." Jude lets out a small chuckle. Charles made his way over to Jude and gave him a quick bro hug before letting go and looking at the 20 year old.

“Jude, you will be fine okay mate. If I approve of you, the other will. Arthur and Lorenzo will try and intimidate you by asking you loads of questions but don’t let them get to you. They mean well, like I told you, we’re just protective of Y/N and want her to be happy. As for my mother, she’ll love you regardless, she’s lovely. Just be yourself kid” Charles spoke gently in an attempt to calm Jude’s nerves.

Charles made his way over to Y/N’s drinks cabinet, where he pulled a bottle of whiskey. He held the bottle up to Jude, silently asking if he wanted some, or which the younger man nodded and walked over to where the driver stood and took a glass from him, and the two men clinked their glasses together.

“This’ll help put some hairs on your chest young man” Charles joked in what sounded like a posh British accent. Jude let out a laugh at the man and they drank their glasses of whiskey in a comfortable silence.

Meanwhile, upstairs, the girls had now swapped spots and Alex now sat at Y/N’s vanity as she applied her makeup and Y/N stood behind her and straightened the older woman’s hair for her. The girls both had a dress each hung up on the door of Y/N’s

Wardrobe, ready to put on (Alex’s dress, Y/N’s dress).

After the girls had got their dresses on, Alex was about to make her way downstairs when Y/N stopped her.

“Can you ask Jude to come up here quickly, I want to talk to him” She asked the older woman softly, Alex nodded and made her way downstairs.

As per Y/N’s request, Jude made his way upstairs to his girlfriend, as he walked into the bedroom, he saw Y/N stood in front on the mirror making last minute touches to her outfit and makeup. He made his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her, placing a kiss to her shoulder.

“You look stunning my love.” he spoke softly in her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine, she blushed at the compliment and turned around in his arms so she was facing him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“And you look very handsome baby” she smiled up at him, planting a kiss to his lips.

“How come you wanted me to come up here baby, everything okay?” Jude asked his girlfriend, she nodded to him.

“Everything’s fine, just wanted to see how you were? I know you were nervous even though you have reason to be, they’ll love you Jude, I promise” she replied. He nodded at his girl, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss to her knuckles.

“Right, let’s get going. Don’t want to be late” Jude said as he led her out the bedroom and downstairs.

“You two ready?” Charles asked as him and Alex walked over to the other couple and Charles grabbed his car keys and Y/N’s keys to the apartment and threw them to her. She swiftly caught them and put them in her little bag that held her phone and her lip gloss. The two couples then made their way out of the apartment and to Charles’ Ferrari and drove to the Leclerc household.

*time skip to the house*

The Ferrari pulled up outside the house and Charles turned the engine off. The two couples made their way up to the front door and knock on the door.

Inside the house, Arthur and Lorenzo heard the door knock and immediately ran to the door, knowing it would be Y/N and Jude along with Charles and Alex. Arthur opens the door and moves to the side to let the couples into the house.

“donc ça doit être Jude? (So, this must be Jude?)” The oldest brother asks, crossing his arms over his chest to seem intimidating, causing Y/N to roll her eyes at her brother.

“Oui (yes). Jude meet Arthur and Lorenzo, Arthur and Lorenzo, meet Jude” Y/N replied to her brother. Jude held his hand out to Lorenzo to shake, the older man shaking his hand and Jude did the same with Arthur who also reciprocated the handshake.

“What are your intentions with dear Y/N here?” Arthur asks Jude.

“I just want to treat her the way she deserves. I love her so much, I promise I will never hurt her” Jude promises.

Pascale makes her way out of the kitchen to greet her children and their partners. Y/N, Charles and Alex give her a hug each before Y/N speaks up.

“maman, c'est Jude, Jude, c'est ma mère. (mom this is Jude, Jude, this is my mom.)” the older woman takes Jude into her arms, engulfing him in a motherly hug.

“Don’t let these boys scare you dear, you seem just as lovely as Y/N said you were” Pascale spoke to Jude. The Leclerc brother’s jaws drop in shock.

“tu savais qu'elle avait un petit ami?! (You knew she had a boyfriend?!)” Charles exclaimed, thinking he’d been the first family member to know about Y/N’s relationship with Jude. Pascale smiled at Y/N and looked over to her son and replied.

“Oui Charles, elle m'en dit beaucoup plus qu'elle ne t'en dit trois. (Yes Charles, she tells me a lot more than she tells you three)”

“Is there anything I can help you with in the kitchen at all Ms Leclerc?” Jude asked politely.

The older woman smiled at the boys politeness and replied.

“No dear don’t you worry. You stay with the boys and get to know them. Y/N and Alex can help me. I want to catch up with my two favourite ladies anyway”

The three women made their way towards the kitchen to finish making dinner while the boys went into the living room and all sat on the sofa, the sky sports news channel playing on the tv in the background. A few moments after watching the tv, Arthur was the first to break the silence.

“So Jude, how’d you and Y/N meet?”

“We met at the Paris fashion week, we both got invited and we were sat next to each other and started talking.” Jude replied to the brown haired man next to him.

“Now the most important question I’m going to ask you…” Arthur spoke mysteriously. Charles and Lorenzo looked over at their brother confused.

“What is it?” Jude replied.

“What came first. Chicken or the egg?”

Charles and Lorenzo stared at their brother blankly and Jude let out a laugh at him before replying.

“I don’t know mate, umm…the egg?”

“YOU PASS!!” Arthur shouted, catching the attention of the youngest Leclerc in the kitchen. She quickly washed and dried her hands and walked through to the living room and was met with the sight of her three brothers and her boyfriend laughing.

“What’s going on in here?” She asks suspiciously.

“Jude passes the brother test. He said the egg comes before the chicken.” Arthur replied to his little sister. She slapped her hand on her face and shook her head before letting out a chuckle.

“tu es ridicule Arthur (you’re ridiculous Arthur).” She replied and walked back to the kitchen and finished helping Pascale and Alex with dinner.

*time skip to dinner*

Everyone was sat around the neatly laid table, a faint heat coming off the few candles in the middle of the table that Y/N had lit up before dinner and the sound of chatter coming from around the table as they each asked Jude some questions about himself.

“Do you have any siblings, Jude?” Pascale asked, looking over at the young man sat next to her daughter.

“Yeah, I have one younger brother his name is Jobe. He’s also a football player.” Jude replied. The older woman took a sip of her wine and nodded her head before replying.

“nous devrions tous prendre un grand repas ensemble un jour, ta mère, ton frère et nous tous ici. à quel point ce serait beau? (we should all have a big meal together one day, your mum, brother and all of us here. how lovely would that be?)”

Jude didn’t understand what she said and looked at the woman with a slightly panicked expression. He then looked over to his girlfriend, silently asking her to translate for him.

“Mum just said it’d be lovely for all of us to have one big meal together with your mum and Jobe aswel.” Y/N translated to Jude. He then smiled and looked back to Pascale.

“I reckon that would be lovely, we’ll have to plan something when we’re all next free” he replied “sorry for not understanding what you said Ms Leclerc, my French isn’t the best” he added on.

“That’s okay dear, sometimes I forget not everyone can understand French and I just automatically start speaking, and please, call me Pascale. Alex can, so you can too my dear” Pascale replied in a sweet motherly tone.

*time skip back to Y/N’s apartment*

The rest of the dinner had gone smoothly, Y/N and Jude were now back at her apartment, cuddled up together in bed, watching a movie, Y/N’s head on Jude’s chest. After a while of watching the movie, Jude broke the comfortable silence.

“I’m glad dinner went well tonight Y/N/N.” She looked up at him with a sleepy smile on her face.

“Me too handsome. I told you there was nothing to worry about, they all love you.” She replied.

“You best get some sleep love, you got practice tomorrow” Jude spoke softly, looking down at his sleepy girl and placing a kiss on the crown of her head. She mumbled an incoherent reply to him as she got comfortable on his chest.

“I love you, Jude.” she spoke before closing her eyes and nodded off to sleep.

“I love you too my pretty girl.” he replied before going to sleep himself.

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idatenjumpfanatic · 1 year ago

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Hot Chocolate (Gabu x Makoto)

Aight, as the poll dictates, here's a Gabu x Makoto oneshot I wrote back in 2020, now posted here in Tumblr!

As per my old A/N, the two are 15 y/o

Also, I'm not taking more requests, sorry! I just saw a long discussion about this ship so I figured I would bring this here too for those interested

Word count: 3.7k

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"I'll be out in a bit!"

Makoto ran downstairs, throwing a scarf around her neck while putting on her mittens. "Where are you going?" Kyoichi asked concernedly as he walked out of the kitchen. Makoto didn't even look at him as she rushed to put on her boots.

"The new candy store just opened yesterday, and Sho told me they're selling my favorites, so I have to go," Makoto explained.

"The dagashiya from the next block?" Kyoichi asked.

"Yup!"

Makoto stood up, putting on her sling bag over her shoulders. "All right, but hurry back, the snowstorm's about to hit anytime soon," Kyoichi advised. Makoto bade farewell once more before heading to the garage to take her MTB. Years may have passed, but her love for MTB never faltered, and the feeling was mutual for her brother and friends. Quickly she rode off, plunging herself into the chilly winter world outside.

It was Christmas break, and everyone in the neighborhood seemed to be enjoying the calm afternoon. It had snowed for quite some time already, so it was the opportunity for the people of all ages to unleash their creativity in the white snow all around them... or simply avoid the cold outdoors and stay inside.

After a few minutes, Makoto stopped in front of a store. It was evident that it was new, seen from the balloons that framed the entrance and the large speakers that blared nostalgic music. Without a doubt, she was there, and surprisingly enough the dagashiya was much larger than a typical neighborhood candy store.

She put her Neptune in the bike parking before heading in, grateful to have her face be greeted with literal warmth. Inside was much bigger than it looked, with a sign of an arcade leading to the stairway at the side. "Can you even call this a dagashiya?" Makoto wondered. There were children of all ages swarming the place, overwhelmed by the practically limitless choices of snacks to decide on.

However, tempting as it was, Makoto brushed these other options aside and began searching for the ones she was familiar with; she knew well enough that a lot of people, especially those within her age range, would flock into dagashiyas im search of their childhood candies, so she didn't want to waste time on exploring before the nostalgic ones ran out.

As she went through the store, she found some of the sweets that were on her mental list and took them, and she was quite happy with this. Though, her satisfaction was not met until her eyes fell on a particular chocolate-strawberry bar, and it was the last one, too. Makoto stared at it in awe, before she broke into a gleeful grin; if she were to rank sweets, this one would surely top on her list.

"Nope."

Just as Makoto was about to have that blissful moment of having such a beloved candy wrapped around her fingers, someone else had managed to snatch it before her. She retracted in surprise before whipping her head at the culprit that separated her from the chocolate.

"Hey, that's mine!"

Gabu gave her a scoff. "Yours?" he questioned mockingly. He waved the bar in front of Makoto like a flag of victory. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm the one who got it first, so it's mine," he stated proudly. He gave the candy another good look before stashing it in his basket. Makoto growled, mentally cursing the redhead before her.

"You don't even like chocolate strawberry," she grumbled angrily under her breath.

Gabu smirked, enjoying the sight of the fuming girl. Dare he even say that he found it... cute. "So what? I take whatever I want since I can, so deal with it," he shot back, pushing back the last though he just had. No way would he admit that! He turned around and left to scour through what else the dagashiya had to offer. Makoto huffed as she crossed her arms, disappointed to have failed to get the candy bar.

While Gabu walked around, he spotted a particular blue box that stood alone in a shelf. His eyes widened in surprise, for it was none other than a a pack summer-special orange flavor pocky sticks. "It's not even summer," Gabu breathed. The idea of getting a rare seasonal candy was appealing for him, though.

He quickly reached for the box, but before he could get his hands on it a purple gloved hand managed to take it before he could. "Oh wow, it's the limited-edition Brazilian orange pocky!" Makoto gasped. She then shot her head up, giving Gabu a teasing close-eyed smile as she tucked the box in her own basket.

"Sorry, but this is mine," she said, "thank you for showing me, though!"

"I found it first!" Gabu complained.

Makoto opened her eyes and readily put out her hand. "Then, let's trade," she offered. Gabu clicked his tongue, annoyed to have fallen for the girl's schemes. If anything, he refused to succumb to any of what was happening. "The choco strawberry for the orange pocky," Makoto insisted, her smile never leaving.

She was aware that she had the upper hand as she knew Gabu had a taste for both minty and tangy sweets, just like how he knew that chocolate strawberry was her absolute favorite. How they found out, it was through a long and heated argument about candies that they had years ago, and since then neither of them had forgotten.

"I'm not playing your games," Gabu denied, his voice hinted with a bit of bitterness. "You can have that damn box of sticks."

Makoto frowned, a bit taken aback by the refusal. "Well, I'm not going to stop bugging you until you agree," she pointed out. There was a visible drop of sweat that rolled at the side of Gabu's face as the boy gave her a half-lidded stare.

"You must really want this chocolate," he muttered.

Gabu then whirled around, shocking Makoto even more. "Then suffer," he told her plainly. He then began to walk away, but Makoto followed close behind to continue proposing her offer. After a few minutes of being stalked, Gabu was starting to get annoyed by the constant tail that he had been ignoring the whole time. With a groan, he gave in.

"Fine."

He stopped and took out the candy bar. Makoto lit up like an excited puppy at the sight of the chocolate finally being handed to her, but just as she was about to take it Gabu pulled it away. "The pocky," he demanded in a monotone. Makoto let her expression drop before rummaging through her basket and taking out the box of pocky.

"Same time."

At a mental count of three, the two simultaneously put out the candies for trade, and with their free hand, grabed a hold of the other sweet. Having satisfied to get his favored snack, Gabu went off to the counter. However, he caught Makoto still following him.

"What are you doing?"

"To go to the cashier, duh."

Gabu flinched a bit, catching up to his own thoughts. He assumed that Makoto wanted something else from him, when really they were just coincidentally heading at the same direction. Flustered, he looked away and hurried to the cashier without a word. Makoto wasn't numb to this and noticed Gabu's sudden freeze, but she brushed it aside.

"Oh dear, the storm's coming."

Both Gabu and Makoto's ears perked at the clerk's comment. "Let me finish this up quickly, so you kids can go home before you get stranded," the clerk told them worriedly. She scanned the items in quick succession, and as soon as Gabu paid she began to scan Makoto's. Deciding it was a faster way, Gabu bagged up his goods on his own, to which the clerk was visibly relieved at.

"But what about you?" Makoto asked.

"I still have to close up the store, but I'll be fine sweetie don't worry."

While the clerk was punching in the payment, Makoto felt her phone ring in her bag. She quickly answered it, and she was immediately greeted by her brother's worried voice.

"Makoto, are you not done yet?"

"Just paid," she reported. "I ran into a little problem earlier..."

At that note, she lightly glared at Gabu, who raised a brow at her in return. "Has the storm hit there?" Kyoichi asked. Makoto looked outside through the glass doors, where she could see the snowfall slowly getting stronger. "Not yet," Makoto told him.

"Well it has here."

"Already?!"

"And I'm not quite sure how far in the storm is here. I would advise you to head home now, but..."

Kyoichi's voice trailed off, hesitancy clear as a sunny day. Noticing the worry in Makoto's face, Gabu decided to speak up. "What's the hold up? Expecting me to bag your food, too?" he quipped. Makoto shot him another glare, but answered anyways.

"The storm reached my block, so Kyoichi isn't sure if I should head back now."

"Well I just practically live across the street so you can stay with me and Taiga for the time being."

As soon as he finished his statement, Gabu froze up. The words just slipped out of his mouth that he didn't even realize what he was saying until he said it. He couldn't find an excuse to take back his words when he really meant it. Fortunately though, Makoto was too wrapped up with her own worries that she didn't see Gabu's reaction.

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah..."

Makoto gave him a quick hopeful smile, and the sight of it was enough to tug at his heartstrings. He wouldn't dare confess to such feelings, but it would seem that he was too obvious that he noticed the clerk giving him a knowing look.

"Yes, he said he lives here... okay, I will... of course, I love you."

Makoto ended the call, letting out a sigh of relief. "Kyoichi said it's fine, and I'll call him as soon as the storm stops," she announced. "Aight, get your bag and let's get out of here," Gabu instructed. Makoto did so, waving the clerk goodbye as she exited. Once they were outside, the two teens were slapped by the harsh cold winds.

"Hurry up."

Gabu led the way, and not even a minute after they stopped at the gates of a house. He opened the gate and let Makoto inside. He led her to the garage, and at the push of a button the door slowly slid up.

"Gabu, you didn't even bring your MTB, why are you--oh."

Taiga, who was inside the garage tuning his MTB, stopped himself from his nagging when he saw that his brother was not alone. "She's stranded with us for the meantime," Gabu explained flatly, pointing at Makoto behind him with a thumb. "Well, since you're here you handle her right now. I'm heading to the kitchen," he followed, and without waiting for a response he entered the house, much to Taiga's dismay.

"Hello, Makoto. Please, come inside."

Makoto greeted him with a bow before entering. Taiga stood up from his work and closed the garage door with the button inside, keeping any more warmth of the home from seeping out. "I take it you were at the dagashiya?" he guessed, and Makoto nodded. He then ushered her inside, where it was even warmer. While Makoto took off her boots, they talked.

"I'll get you a blanket."

"Thank you Taiga, but that isn't necessary."

"Then, how about staying at the kotatsu?"

"No way, you have those?!"

Taiga chuckled at Makoto's response. "Since Gabu practically ditched you, that makes you my guest," he reasoned out. "So, would you like to?" He didn't have to ask again before Makoto eagerly agreed. He led her to the living room, where a kotatsu was set up in replacement of the usual coffee table. There were cushions around it that served as something to lean on.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll just go get something."

Makoto didn't wait another second and took off her mittens, coat and scarf, which were all starting to turn sticky due to the snow melting off on it. She folded them neatly and set them at the edge of the kotatsu before tucking herself under the table. She immediately felt the warmth of the futon, sliding her freezing arms underneath it as well.

"That's my spot."

Makoto looked up from relishing the hotness of the kotatsu and saw Gabu giving her an annoyed look. In one hand was a can and two mugs with a spoon each, and in the other was a kettle. "I'd apologize, but you leaving me in the cold like that makes me not want to," Makoto pointed out. Gabu's scowl only deepened, but the redhead didn't bother to reply and instead placed the items he held on the table before settling in adjacent to Makoto.

As Gabu popped the can open to prepare his hot chocolate, he noticed that Makoto was staring at him, perhaps since the moment he set the can down. "What are you looking at?" he asked. Makoto jolted, her face flushing once she realized what she was doing. "I was wondering what kind of chocolate that is," she admitted, pointing to the can. Gabu gawked at her, as if he heard the most sacrilegious thing in the world.

"Don't mess with me," Gabu huffed. "You, of all people, would not know the existence of hot chocolate drops?"

Makoto narrowed her eyes at him, seeming more offended by the accusation. "Excuse me, but not knowing one thing doesn't make me an abomination of the candies," she shot back. Gabu rolled his eyes, tipping the can and letting two packs of drops spill out. "So much for a chocolate enthusiast," he murmured.

Makoto was about to open her mouth to retort, but decided against it as she figured she wouldn't go through another lengthy debate about sweets with Gabu; the last one they had lasted for a week. That's how passionate they were with candies, and equally determined to prove their points right as well.

...and perhaps the only way they could find an actual reason to talk to each other.

As kids, neither had any real purpose of interacting. Questions about MTBs? Sho, Kakeru, and Kyoichi would provide for Makoto. Schoolworks? Gabu couldn't care less about it, in contrast to Makoto. Sweets? Now that's the common ground they had.

Ever since their first debate on it, they got that reason. They would bump into each other in just about every place there'd be something sweet; cafes, ice cream parlors, candy stores. Name it, they've met there once or twice, and it would either lead to them arguing which is better or having a discussion without being at each others' throats. Since a time neither could pinpoint, feelings began to creep its way to their chests at the mere sight of each other, but even it was obvious, neither dare admit.

"So is this one for me?"

Makoto pointed to the mug that Gabu wasn't bothering. "Well, duh. You're my guest," Gabu replied as if he was stating the most obvious thing. Makoto could feel her cheeks suddenly warm up, but she hid it away by not so subtly lifting the futon over half of her face. Gabu watched her in amusement, seeing how dumbly was trying to cover her blush. Now, he could tell the obvious reasons for her face turning red, but he'd rather pretend it was from the cold... even if they were already inside.

"Hey, let that go. I'm going to educate you how to make hot chocolate using this."

Gabu hastily pried off the blanket from Makoto's face. With one hand he held hers, while he took one of the drop packs with the other. He placed the pack on Makoto's hand that he held before finally letting go.

"Her hands are freezing," he thought.

In contrast, Makoto felt that Gabu's hand was freakishly warm, like a moving hot compress. It was only for a short moment, but the feeling of Gabu's hand on hers was something she found quite indulging. Gabu was talking about something, most likely about the proper way of melting the chocolate, but Makoto was too absorbed in her own thoughts to actually listen.

Dare she admit, she want to touch his hands again.

"I don't think I have to explain why the milk shouldn't come to a boiling point, but-"

Gabu stopped from his explanation, noticing that Makoto was clearly lost in thought with her distant eyes. "You... weren't listening..." he trailed off, sweatdropping. He was disappointed that Makoto wasn't listening, so he figured to just make the drinks. He poured the hot milk from the kettle and into the two mugs, which already contained the hot chocolate drops.

"Here."

Makoto blinked at the sudden contact of the mug to her fingers, feeling the nearly burning sensation that seemingly thawed her freezing hand. "You'll be fine here, it's not like I'm going to imprison you," Gabu huffed. There was an underlying tone of concern in his voice, and a bit that showed on his face, but he was more of annoyed by the fact he was ignored throughout his explanation.

"That... uh, wasn't what I was thinking about."

Gabu raised a brow at her, unconvinced, as he stirred his drink. "Whatever, just try out the hot chocolate," he replied. "This is one of the best, so I reckon you'd find any bad critic of this." Makoto hummed, feeling challenged by the statement. She picked up the spoon and stirred her own drink, watching as the rich brown chocolate swirled in with the milk.

She then rose the mug to taste the hot chocolate, but then suddenly stopped before her lips touched the rim. "This isn't a trick, is it?" She accused, lowering her mug. Gabu immediately stopped drinking to give her an offended look.

"Last time you made me taste a chocolate you bought, you made me pay for it, literally!"

Gabu opened his mouth to deny, but he slowly closed it as he tried to recall such memory. His face scrunched for a while, and then his lips drew to a flat line as he remembered the instance Makoto mentioned.

"Well, you can rest easy, I didn't plan to do that this time."

"Oh, really?"

"I planned to give you one of these, just didn't expect it to be now."

Makoto's eyes widened in shock. Gabu returned to his drink, but turning away at the same time to hide his tinted cheeks. "Oh... thank you," Makoto breathed, smiling widely. She looked down on her mug, and as she began to drink she savored in the luscious smell of chocolate that overpowered the milk.

As soon as she took a sip, her eyes lit up with surprise. "This is good!" she exclaimed happily. Gabu smirked upon seeing her reaction. "See? And here I thought you'd force yourself to fight against it," he noted quietly.

"Hey, if it's good, I'll admit it's good," Makoto admitted proudly.

After a long silence, Gabu dared to give a glance at the girl beside him. Makoto was evidently enjoying the new kind of hot chocolate, and after a bit she looked over to the window. Her joyous expression suddenly faded, changing to a more dejected one as she watched the storm ensue violently outside.

"Still worried, huh?"

Makoto tore her gaze away when she felt something warm envelope her hand that laid on the table. She looked down at her hand, then up to Gabu. The boy had his eyes closed, and from the way he held her hand she knew that he was unusually tense. "Look, we have no clue how long this storm will last, but Taiga contacted Kyoichi already, so he knows you're safe here."

"I'll make sure of it."

Makoto stared at him, at a loss of words. She was touched by such a sincere assurance, but her silence was only making Gabu more anxious. "That's... well, if it's you, then I'm not that worried at all," she finally mustered to say. Gabu, with his ever growing blush, willed himself to open his eyes, and what greeted him was something he could only call enchanting.

Makoto was smiling warmly, her brown eyes gleaming with such softness. She gently placed her other hand on top of Gabu's, and the reassuring act was enough to put the both of them at ease. Gabu let out a breath, relieved that he didn't embarrass himself. Though, with his nervousness gone, he realized that he made such a direct move.

Having no excuse to break contact, Gabu opted for the best choice he could think of at the moment and immediately yanked his hand away. He coughed through his fist and awkwardly looked away. Makoto, although taken aback by the sudden action, couldn't help but giggle at his fiddly behavior.

"While you're here, and since we just came from the dagashiya, I wanna see what you got from there. Definitely nothing better than what I got, that's for sure."

Recovering from the sweet moment earlier, Makoto narrowed her eyes as her lips curled to a challenging smirk. "Oh, I'm confident with my candies, that's for sure," she declared proudly. Gabu returned the grin.

"We'll see."

As the two started their debate, Taiga chuckled silently, for he'd been watching them from the staircase the whole time. "I'm glad to see your attempts have become successful, brother," he laughed quietly before standing up. He knew Gabu had been purposely going to the same places that Makoto went ever since he started to have a liking for her, but heavens forbid him to be honest with himself from the very beginning.

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