꧁ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 ꧂
☾︎ 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚: @/𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕19 ☽︎
Upon all the things, the loveliest of all, for me, is affection. The smallest gestures, the quick glances, the subtle smiles--formed by hesitation, and perhaps, embarrassment; depending on who it is.
Affection can be shown in multiple ways, and certainly, as long as the feelings are there, it will be appreciated and conveyed.
When you pay attention to the one you love, the one you care for--the slightest and smallest details they could ever give; they may bring worry, or happiness, but they will most definitely give you the butterflies.
Or if it was a different story, a different man.
People have their own traits, uniqueness, personality, and likes. Everyone has their own ways of showing their love or care for the ones they treasure. Some may be bearable, but some, not quite.
If you were to be with a man who barely shows his feelings, barely tells you he worries. Instead, he would laugh at your clumsiness, in a way that it would be, annoying. Or perhaps, he insults you as his pass-time activity.
But, no matter how unbearable they may be, we can never concern ourselves of their attitudes. All we care for is how they are as who they are. That's when we.. love them.
Therefore, as it is, it shall be.
I scroll through my boyfriend's phone, reading the mangas he had in it. He downloaded complete series, full of dinosaurs that I totally cannot relate myself too.
"They like, died, centuries and millenniums ago? Before we were born, and how the world, theoretically, came to be." I say, trying to convince myself that I should just shut up. He loves dinosaurs.
"I'm surprised you know the theory, and the word millennium."
"Take me for a dumb girl, but I am in Class 3-4, seated beside my dinosaur-fanatic boyfriend who calls a sport, just a club." I imitate and reuse his words, and he teasingly nods his head, glancing up at me as he read a magazine. Dinosaur things.
"Hmmm.. I take you as, a persuasive--yet fail to do so--girlfriend. Who I do not know how I came to be with." He shoots me a teasing gaze, forcing a smile and moving his head, all in that just to annoy me.
"You always say you don't know how you ended up with me, when you always--strangely enough--bring it up when you're being nice. The Kei, would hate to say, that I prefer."
He puts his magazine down, and stares at me with crossed arms. He seems to have taken an interest in my words. He must've never noticed. An actual smart airhead.
"If you hate my teasing so much, then why are you still here?" It may not have been a question to annoy, only was he asking because he is curious, but still, it sort of offended me. "You complain--almost every time--yet you are still here, with me."
"Because a salty asshole like you, chose this catch from the crowd when you--if you had wanted--could've gotten someone better. Staying with you.. got me annoyed, yet I know, it helped with strengthening my mindset."
"What mindset would that be?"
"Degrading myself from the smallest changes I see in people's reactions toward me. Take this for example, Hinata's enthusiastic yell whenever he sees me do something and--"
Shocked enough; I get interrupted by a phone call on his phone, Yamaguchi Tadashi. He's my boyfriend's best friend, the current captain of the volleyball team, and a very good friend of ours.
I hand him the object and he immediately slides the button to answer.
Kei remains seated on the edge of the bed, leaning back with a hand on the cushion to support his weight. I watch my boyfriend discuss things with his best friend, finding him laugh at moments I least expected.
I wait, and I wait--I've been staring at my boyfriend for almost 10 minutes. He hasn't ended the call, neither has Yamaguchi. I've grown quite impatient.
I dislike it when I try to interact with other people, those around me, yet their eyes are focused elsewhere.
With impatience growing, I tap my boyfriend's shoulder and he turns to me, raising both brows as a way of asking me what my problem is. I create signs of telling him to end the phone call, but he only held onto my nape and kissed my lips as a compensation.
I continue watching him talk on the phone, questioning every word he used as a reply. Their words were filled with sport-related questionable things, school festival, and some other plans I've yet to hear from my boyfriend.
I'm beside him, but he's not looking at me.
I sit on his lap, my legs on the outer sides of either of his, hands on his shoulders as I flickered my eyelashes to plead. He only replies with an annoyed gaze, and I frown, getting a soft pat on my head.
"Kei, end the phone call.." He gestures me to wait, and I sigh heavily as I grew more impatient over time. "Tell Yamaguchi."
"Yamaguchi, hold on for a second," he says, putting the phone away from his ear and covering the mouthpiece of the object, "Wait, okay? We're talking about important things."
"I'm important too." I try to convince my almost enraged lover, and he rolls his eyes as he returns to talk to the other.
I wrap my arms around his waist, and kiss or peck him occasionally whenever he said no word. He clicked his tongue the first times, yet, gave in as I continued to distract him. The blonde still does give me occasional glares.
To get him to end the call, I poke his cheek and kiss it too, to my heart's extent. I have tried to catch his attention instead, and he hasn't done anything yet.
He, then, wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to his chest, kissing my cheek before answering his friend. I play with his hair, and brush it gently with my fingers, twirling them at the end a few times.
"You're making me sleepy, stop." He mouths, and I do as he say, bringing my hands to his face instead to get ahold of his specs. He has changed into them over the years. "(Y/n), do not play with my glasses."
I ignore his words, and wear his specs, blinking my eyes as they tried to adjust to its lens. I try looking at him, yet, I see nothingness and a blurred sight. These glasses don't let me see anything.
I look over the frame of the glasses, and see my boyfriend glaring at me, eyes still holding a bit of kindness; a warning to me, to tell me to behave and stop acting like a spoiled brat.
"Yeah, thanks. I'll see you in school." He ends the call and throws his phone to his pillows, eyes glued on me as I tried to get away from reality. "You are a clingy--tremendously clingy woman."
"If you had known that, would you still have chosen me? Or would you rather have the woman Kageyama has at the moment?"
"Those are out of my concerns, but you are my concern. I knew, for a clear fact, that you are absolutely a clingy one. But, to distract me while I'm on an important phone call?" I push my bottom lip out a tad, and pout, looking down to avoid his gaze.
The two of us fall silent, a tense and uneasy atmosphere lingering around his bedroom.
"You have dated me for three years, and you still have not memorized my attitude." He carefully takes the glasses off my face, and throw it to go with his phone. "My attention span is short. Especially when I'm the only one around you."
He sighs heavily, and takes a deep and sharp breath, looking at me with softer eyes. "Then what do you, madame brat, suggest me to do?"
"Only look at me when I'm the only one around, that is if I am doing absolutely nothing important." He hums in amusement, and tucks my hair behind my ear, pressing a sudden kiss on my lips, and smirking through the kiss. "Kei?"
He lays on his back, and gently pushes me to lay on the bed instead, hovering over my body with his hands on either sides of my head.
"Your attentiveness to what I do, and your discrimination and attitude of disbelief towards my strengths--they are quite enough." I say, and he laughs--a cute one. "I love you, Kei. Affection and attention--they're enough."
He nods and presses his lips on mine, cupping my cheek gently to deepen the kiss, with his thumb caressing it softly. The kiss, seeming like it was his message of I love you, I raise my brow at him as he smirked proudly, down at me.
"(Y/n)," he whispers, tracing the features of my face gently, "I have a question."
"Ask then." He smiled and reconnected our lips. "What brand of sugar has washed off your saltiness, Kei?"
"The brand is (L/n) (Y/n), exclusively helps me once in a while to filter the salt out." I cannot believe he replied in that manner.
"Authentic, isn't she?" I ask, and he nods. "Then, your question?" He chuckled, eyes looking straight deep into mine like they were to devour my soul.
"Would you like to experience a different kind of teasing today? In this one, you can beg, but either way, both of my eyes.. will only be looking at you."
꧁ 𝐞𝐧𝐝 ꧂
☾︎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡, 𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑢.☽︎