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Mimato- “Nothing is as cute as you scrunching your nose.”

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Prompt: “Nothing is as cute as you scrunching your nose.”

Yamato liked to think that he was a patient person, even if people often told him that he was not. In his eyes, it was a difference in their perception of the meaning of the word, since for Yamato it meant being able to keep his cool in situations where every inch of his sanity would be tested. There may be proof to suggest that he did not in fact, often react as coolly as he would liked to in such situations, but still, considering the people that surrounded him, Yamato was a fairly patient person.

Except when it came to Mimi.

Unfortunately for him, not only did she know about this weakness of his, but she also knew how to take full advantage of it for her benefit. He was aware that the two of them perhaps spent more time competing over petty things than most couples, but it was hard for either of them to turn down a challenge when it was a matter of pride. For instance, tonight’s competition, in retrospect, could’ve been avoided if Yamato had just admitted that, unlike Mimi, he wasn’t too fond of eating ice cream in freezing temperatures, and would’ve much preferred a warm cup of coffee to keep him company during their nighttime stroll. But instead, what happened was Mimi remarked that she wanted to eat ice cream the minute the first drop of snow greeted them and Yamato scoffed at her, chiding her for such a joke considering the weather. He regretted his words instantly because the moment Mimi looped her arm with his and looked up at him with a smirk playing on her lips, he knew that his fate was sealed.

That’s how the walk that was supposed to focus on admiring the festive illuminations around where they lived, turned into a ‘who can finish an ice cream cup without complaining first’ competition.

All things considered, Yamato thought he was doing a good job of holding his ground so far. Since when they’d left home, he hadn’t anticipated this glitch, Yamato promptly left behind his gloves, assuming that he’d keep his hands stuffed in his coat pocket through the walk. But now, not only was his mouth suffering every time he took a bite out of the cold treat, his hands were numb from holding onto the chilled cup. It took a great deal of strength for him to keep his teeth from chattering every time he raised a spoonful of vanilla ice cream to his lips and a cold gust of wind blew past, showering his face with tiny balls of snow that were otherwise falling peacefully. It was almost as if everything around him was working together to ensure he’d lose.

A sideways glance told him that Mimi, on the other hand, seemed content with herself. She was known for having the oddest food cravings so eating chilled food while it snowed was only just one such hobby of hers. Her hands were snugly covered with gloves, her head with a woollen beanie and her neck with a thick muffler, she had no trouble gulping down spoonfuls of her bubblegum flavoured ice cream. Knowing that out of the two of them, she was the slower eater, Yamato risked his lead in the race to observe her for a few minutes, and to his dismay, neither did she shudder when the wind blew nor did she flinch after biting into the ice cream. In other words, even if he had the advantage of speed, she clearly was more calm and collected than him.

Slow and steady wins the race, a voice at the back of his mind reminded him. Yamato swallowed a defeated sigh and turned up his nose at the sight of Mimi eating her ice cream peacefully. Directing his attention back to the cup in his hand, he slowly scooped out another spoon of the ice cream and after giving himself a little pep talk in his mind about winning, he shoved the spoon in his mouth in one swift movement. His eyes squeezed shut automatically as the cold sensation passed from his tongue through his throat. He could feel his favourite curse word rise at the back of his throat, but he controlled himself by taking a deep breath and clenching his face tightly in order to keep the discomfort at bay.

“Nothing is as cute as you scrunching your nose like that when you know you’re about to lose,” Mimi said, breaking the long silence that had settled between them from the minute the clerk handed them their ice cream cups.

“I’m not going to lose.” Yamato gritted his teeth as he shot her a glare. He wanted to intimidate her with a stern expression but his attempt was rendered futile when he ended up struggling to stifle a sneeze instead.

“Are you sure about that?” Mimi laughed as she moved a step closer, “I’m certain you’re ten seconds away from sneezing.”

“The contest is for judging our ability to not complain,” he said, averting his gaze to his ice cream cup, “A sneeze is a natural bodily reaction, not a complaint.”

“Well, it could be considered as your body’s way of complaining about the cold.” She taunted him with a grin.

When Yamato only rolled his eyes at her words, Mimi took a larger scoop than usual of her ice cream cup and slowly brought the spoon to her lips, making sure that Yamato was still watching her, she licked the spoon clean in slow motion, expressing her delight over the taste through very vocal and loud exclamations that made his jaw drop.

“Stop trying to slow me down!” Yamato snapped at her, shaking his head to get the sight of her tongue curving against the spoon slowly out of his mind. Reminding himself that the competition mattered more right now, he craned his neck forward to peek at her cup and triumphed internally at the sight, “We’re evenly matched as of now.”

But his relief only lasted a second since the sneeze that he’d struggled to hold came back with full force, giving Mimi the chance to poke fun at him again. He could see that she was struggling not to laugh too loudly when she handed him a few tissues she’d pulled out from her coat pocket. Grateful for the help, Yamato dropped the urge to glare at her for looking so happy. He wiped his nose in a rush, wondering if Mimi would use this chance to quickly finish the race, but to his surprise she waited patiently until he was ready to start eating again.

“Aww, if you give up right now-” She took another step forward, standing close enough for him to get a taste of the warmth emanating from her body. She let her words hang in the air for a moment as she looked up at him from under her lashes, a very coy smile playing on her lips that stretched wider when she noticed that she had all of his attention. Tilting her head to the side, she spoke in a slow, inviting tone that made Yamato’s toes curl with anticipation.

“Then I know of a very nice way to get really warm, really quickly.”

He didn’t hesitate to admit to himself that any other day and he would’ve played into Mimi’s hand like a lovesick fool. But lately, she was the one winning more often and his pride had started to take a hit. So even if the flecks of snow stuck to her hair were begging to be dusted off, even if her cheeks were red with cold and begging to be pressed against his palms, even if her lips were parted perfectly and begging to be enveloped in a kiss, Yamato turned his eyes away and said a little prayer in his mind.

Channelling the restlessness that he felt over not succumbing to Mimi’s tempting suggestion, into motivation he licked his lips and took a deep breath, steadying the ice cream cup in one hand so he could use the other to scoop up all the remaining contents at once. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth wide, shoving the large spoonful inside without hesitation. Of course, it took him a lot of effort to keep a fairly straight face on as the cold sensation hit his teeth, his tongue and his throat, but with newfound determination, he managed to gulp down the ice cream without a single noise escaping from his lips

“Ha! I win!” Yamato shouted as soon as the difficult ordeal was over and he opened his eyes to find Mimi still taking slow bites out of her own ice cream cup. His gloating grin faltered when he noticed that she looked irritated, rolling her eyes at his declaration.

“More like I let you win, out of pity,” she said flatly, shooting him a pointed look. She reached a gloved hand forward and grabbed the now empty cup from Yamato’s hand, stalking away from him towards the nearest dustbin with a huff.

For a minute, he waited for her to come back so they could resume their stroll but when he noticed her walking back in the direction of their house all by herself, Yamato stuffed his cold hands in his coat pocket and jogged forward. Not only did she lose the competition, but Yamato had even managed to turn down her request for a kiss so no wonder Mimi was sulking. He tried to bury the smile that was playing on his lips as he caught up with her, grabbing her arm so she would stop and turn around to face him.

“A loss is a loss, Meems.” Yamato smirked when he saw the confusion flicker in her brown eyes as he pulled her closer, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Did you expect me to let you go before I got to claim my prize?”

He didn’t give her a chance to reply by crashing his lips against hers. Sighing into the kiss when his cold fingers threaded through her hair and soaked up her warmth, Yamato didn’t notice when he knocked her beanie off her head. He was unaffected even as a gust of wind passed them by when he felt Mimi smile against his lips and she looped her arms around his neck, fully leaning into him to share her body heat just like she had offered to earlier. He let his hands travel from her hair to her cheeks to her back, delighted with the way it arched under his touch. He wrapped both his arms around her waist with such force that she was pushed closer into his chest and a soft moan passed through her lips. He could taste the sickly sweet bubblegum flavour she had chosen all over her tongue but surprisingly it didn’t bother him, only made him eager to taste more of Mimi.

But the thought that they were still standing in the middle of a road eventually invaded their minds, urging the two of them to break the kiss. Breathing heavily, Yamato leaned his forehead against Mimi’s, eyes closed shut as he allowed the blood that had rushed to his head to settle back down. He heard Mimi chuckle softly, so he opened one eye to take a peek at her.

“You know, what’s funny? I don’t really feel like I lost.”

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