#hmmm. yeah I'd call this a fic with light lime flavoring

[veilofthorns]

Mornings

“Good morning, sunshine!”

Kissy dramatically pulled open the curtains in Idia’s room. Sunrays beamed in and illuminated the falling dust. Idia let out a low groan and pulled his comforter over his head.

“It’s a beautiful day! You can feel how warm the sun is already.”

Idia peered over his blanket at her, watching how her fluffy pink loungewear shifted as she stretched. The embroidered face of a teddy bear on her bloomers stared back at him pathetically. He mumbled at her comment and rolled over, but there was no hiding from his girlfriend or the sunlight. He felt the bed shift as Kissy climbed back under the covers.

“How did you sleep?”

She smiled at him, hoping for him to keep the conversation going. Idia covered his eyes with an arm and let out a disgruntled moan.  

“I noticed you tossing a bit last night; were you having a nightmare again?”

Idia sighed. “I don't want to talk about it.”

Kissy combed bits of his mussed hair back, trying to comfort him. The simple gesture overwhelmed him, and he moved away from her touch.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Kissy said sadly. 

“Maybe you’ll feel better after we get some food into you. How do pancakes sound?”

Idia released another exasperated sigh. Even though the two of them had been living together for a month now, he still couldn't find the courage to talk about his feelings. Deep down, he was still shy, scared, and confused. With all of that, Kissy still knew what to say. It was almost like she could see into that mess of a brain of his. He felt her start to leave the bed and knew that she was disappointed. He rolled over to face her.

“M’sorry,” he sighed. “I just… don't want to talk about those stupid nightmares… not today.”

Kissy knew about his past and the things he had seen. After he had overblotted, their minds had become one for a moment in time. She heard his thoughts and saw his memories. She was well aware of what his nightmares consisted of.

“I understand,” she said, looking back at him. “I know those dreams can be hard. You don't have to tell me.” Idia reached out and pulled her back to him in a tight embrace.

“Thank you,” he whispered as he closed his eyes and nuzzled into her hair.

With Kissy in his arms, he felt his anxiety start to wash away, and warmth swell in his heart as he desperately clung on to her. They basked in the sunlight, enjoying each other's presence, when suddenly Idia’s stomach growled.

Kissy laughed

“That was so cute! Okay, Idia’s tummy, we’ll get you some food.” She said, patting his stomach playfully.

Idia couldn't help but smile. She was so precious. Even the tiniest gestures were full of personality and unexpected. His heart overflowed with love for her. At moments, though, images of his new nightmare crawled back into his head. He remembered the screams.

He held her even tighter, burying his face in her shoulder. He breathed in, anxious about what he was about to say.

“Kissy, can I tell you something?”

“What is it, Babe? What’s wrong? Is something else bothering you?

Idia took a deep breath, gathering up his courage.

“I wish… It was easy to talk about… stuff. I…” Idia blushed and paused, trying to put his words together. “Gah! NEVER MIND! It's stupid anyway. ”

“No, no, no,” Kissy cooed. She cupped his face in her hands. 

“If it’s stressing you out, it’s not stupid. What’s got you so worried?”

Idia hesitated, afraid of what he’ll say. 

“I’m scared... t-that I'll lose you one day. I don't… want you to leave my side, ever. I know it’s selfish of me.”

Kissy leaned in and kissed his forehead. 

“That's not silly, and it’s definitely not selfish."

Idia looked around, trying to find courage for his next thought.  

“You know how we started living together?” He chewed at his lip anxiously.

“D-do you think... you’d ever want to be m-my wife? I mean, in the future?

Kissy gasped and pushed away. A million images of domestic bliss danced through her head, and her mouth gaped open in shock. For the first time, she didn't know what to say. Idia’s anxiety overwhelmed him; he was afraid that he had scared her with his question. Why did she push away from him so suddenly?

“Of course she would say no.” He thinks to himself

“AAAHHGG! I’M SO STUPID! Why did I have to open my big dumb mouth!?” He pulled at the covers.

“AH! No! Don’t hide!” Kissy climbed on top of the depressed mess of a man.

“It just shocked me. You want ME to be your wife??? Me of all people?”

Idia uncovered his head.

“OF COURSE I DO!” he says with a blush.

“We’re living together, aren't we? Why is the thought of me asking you to marry so shocking?” He sat for a minute, appreciating the comforting weight on top of him. Oh, how he wanted this to be his everyday life.

“I want to wake up next to you… I… I want to be together and do things with you. I want to share moments of my life with you.”

“Oh Idia!” Kissy practically wailed. She fell into his neck, nuzzling hard with intermittent kisses.  

“I’d love to be your wife! I love you! I love you so much, my heart could burst!”

She felt Idia shiver with the intensity of her affection and lean his head on hers.

“You really mean it?” he said quietly, tears burning at the corners of his eyes.

“You really want to be my wife?”

“I would love to be your wife, you dweeb!” She laughs

“I want to follow you wherever you go. I want to support you and do silly projects with you. I want to read manga together and look forward to new video games with you!” Kissy gives his mouth a quick peck and wipes at his tears.

“I… want you to be mine.” He says, cringing a bit inside, knowing that he sounds like an otome game love interest.

“Well, you got me, lover boy! You've ensnared me with your charms! She rolles over dramatically.

"I am but a pure maiden being seduced by the watchman of the underworld! Oh no! He has me in his grasp, and he's dragging me down to hell with him! Whatever is a fair maiden to do!?” She threw an arm over her head, imitating a dramatic faint. Idia rolled his eyes at the melodrama.

“Alright, alright. You're done. Cut, end scene, or whatever.” Idia threw back the covers and scooted out of bed.

“You need to be carried, or what?”

Kissy gave Idia a mischievous grin.

“Yeah, I’m REALLY sore from last night's activities. Carry me.” She reached up to him, much like a toddler wanting to be held. Idia’s reaction was exactly what she had anticipated. Most of his hair was now a rose color with mention of the night before.  

“I uhh… last n-n-night??” His face reddened, and he stuttered uncontrollably.

“I’m just teasing you.” Kissy said, climbing out of his bed. She kissed his cheek and wraped her arms around one of his.

“Let's make you those pancakes.”

Idia nodded as they walked to the kitchen, arm in arm.

Inspired by this song

Kissy's pajamas