Darkened clouds loom over in anticipation, hues of grey washed over a once colorful life. The weather giving off intimidating gusts of winds that caused planted trees and patches of grass to waltz in a frenzy, clouds clustering more and more over one another to flash a rapid suspense for a cackling roar. A gloomy and rough weather soon snapped to pour thick, icy tears where all lifeforms inhabiting such a dying world scrambled for secure shelters.
All but one.
A lonesome figure drenched in the cold, a lonesome fool whose mind is unaffected by these frightening conditions nonchalantly strolled about aimlessly in silence respecting mother nature and admiring at how peaceful one could feel just alone with the planet. Who knew what convinced this lost soul to risk their health and to experience weathers that shouldn't be humored, but whatever it was, it struck them hard. For most of their current lifespan the poor, soaked fool mostly felt hollow and saddened. From many reasons that gave fault to this negative behavior and these reasons that continuously piled onto their shoulders and mind to eventually drown them in the depths of grey. They mostly felt empty, confused, and detached from the world of humans that by now the lonely bud within the storm would surely agree that they'd considered themselves to be an outcast.
A lonely alien stranded in ashes.
Whether it was strange or not, they-.....you- didn't care about it much. Instead you simply kept walking underneath the storm with your head down, shivering from the icy breeze and from the ache of your hollowed chest. You didn't cry, you somehow couldn't so the storm cried for you, rolling down from your pale cheeks to disappear within the thin river streams which flowed beneath your soaked shoes.
It was lonely.
Depressing yet satisfying.
The sky kept crying, the pressure of these tears striking quite hard against your fragile body with the powerful hiccups of winds almost knocking your feet off the ground. You admit it was a bit frightening to tempt the Universe to try and harm you, though again this change of pace was needed to distract the numbness within you.
With fear finally tickling in the stomach and intestines, you were slightly glad you felt some emotion. It was enough to convince you to flee back home (albeit a bit of a timing travel) and wash away the cold shivers with a warm shower, and dressing yourself comfortably while waiting for a brewed hot tea for yourself.
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"Hmmn..."
You sighed aloud to yourself in your comfort as you set the empty mug down after downing hot tea, feeling the sizzling warmth expand throughout your insides in pleasure. It had been a good 2 hours since the storm lessened to light drizzling of rain and soon a few minutes after your meal and warm tea did the weather change to a sunny-cloudy-day. Deciding to chill back outside for just a moment more, you dragged yourself up and forwards to the outside closing your door with a satisfying 'click' from locking and treaded over by the small hammock swing in your sheltered front porch and chilled there. The subtle breezes was a wonderful touch to your heated body especially from the humidity of the rain, closing your eyes to fully have tranquility overpower your being and bring you into a rare state of pleasuring calmness. Sometimes, being lazy for a day was enormously needed from years of chaos.
"O.."
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You slowly blinked your eyes open and lazily located the random shocked whisper. Having done so your eyes met other pair of dead ones, your exhausted expression quickly twisted to glee. You patted the empty space next to you in the hammock to which the monotonous stranger squinted his eyes and blushed visibly.
He gave a trembling shake of his head. You frowned at him and insisted one more time inviting him in. His forehead trickled in sweat, dead eyes now twitching around too flustered to make eye contact with you, his already hunched back now more crippled and defensive. You rolled your eyes and blew a raspberry at his behavior.
"Oh suck it up Ichimacchan, we've held hands before. I'm sure sitting down next to each other would even faze you."
"..It's not....easy.."
You sighed again deciding not to pressure the NEET anymore or the poor thing might take a sh*t right by your flower bushes. Although they do seem to need some 'food' lately... Ichimatsu on the other hand was sweating his balls out. Sure he somehow was able to hold hands with a like-able person as yourself but that's because YOU held his and it was YOU who had been flirtatious towards him. All he ever did was swallow his screams and kept tense around you. He couldn't say no (or more like he didn't want to say no) since this was once in a life time opportunity for him to (somewhat) be close to such an attractive being. His ears perked in listening your voice sigh out along with shuffling of flip flops to eventually feel your rough hands on his cheeks where he snorted loudly in shock and fear. How could someone be so bold and comfortable to handle such sewage as himself? You surprised him yet again with a peck on his quivering lips, this time letting him go to enjoy the mini show of a NEET freaking over a simple kiss.
What a loser.
And so were you.
Your cheeks were lighlty flushed unlike the poor bastard who was sizzling in fluster.
Oh...
"Ichimatsu.."
He only gurgled defensively as he felt his insides squeeze out all his nerves and sins onto the flower bushes in your small front yard.
"You complain about a kiss when right now you're basically almost letting me see your dic—"
His pained shriek cut you off as he finished his business and quickly tried to cover his front almost tripping to fall backwards into his own filth. Most people would probably be disgusted at this scene but you honestly didn't judge others as much when there was no harm done. Besides, Ichimatsu was doing his good deed by helping fertilize your garden more, to help them bloom.
That was kind charity in your opinion.
...
Yeah you're weird too huh?
"Here, you know where the bathroom is."
You casually dragged yourself to the front door and unlocked it much to the NEET's gratitude as he zipped past you into the near bathroom built in the main floor of your abode. You looked back to see if you had taken anything of importance with you outside and finding none you simply locked the door behind you and made way to the kitchen to prep the remaining amount of tea you brewed for the emo Matsuno. Surprisingly quick Ichimatsu emerged from the bathroom smelling and feeling clean, your eyes noticing his wet hair before you focused back into the sandwich you decided to make for him.
"Took a shower? Could've cleaned your clothes while you did so."
"Hn..."
Ichimatsu stiffly made his way near you and intently watched you make sandwiches, still flushed and sweating (even if he just came out of a shower) after the cause of getting himself into this anxious mess. You finished making one sandwich and threw it onto his face where the Matsuno triggered his feline instincts to flail his arms around to prevent the sandwich fall and hissed.
"Can you...not do that again.."
"Sure darling."
Ichimatsu instantly turned red and died in the inside, quaking like a lone leaf in the winter winds and hiccuping in protest but unable to really say anything against you. Because hey, he absolutely adored the attention from you. He calmed down slightly as he silently bit down on the sandwich and hummed in delight while still doing his best to compose himself. He took his time in building up the courage to finally ask you seriously.
"Does..this mean, uh...you uhm...l-.Like me...?"
Que the red tainting across his cheeks. You finished your sandwich in time with his question only for you to squint your eyes at him in judgement.
"Are you fucking kidding me???"
Ichimatsu's red face and heart beat literally died at the moment and hearing your harsh tone kinda really broke the last bit of his dreams only to have them be repaired back again from your continued response.
"Ichimatsu, I've obviously flirted with you for months, I just fucking kissed you now. Jeez, and I thought I was dense.."
It was Ichimatsu's turn to twitch an eyebrow in frustration, embarrassed by your honesty yet angered from your judgement. He was being overly cautious and thinking realistically of the possibility to actually be 'date-able.' He shoved the remaining portion of his sandwich down his throat, chugging his hot tea that made him tear up from the sudden sting of temperature in his mouth. He hissed out his reasoning to why he 'played dumb' simply because an attractive person as yourself would never dare, in his lifetime, even come close to him so the fact that you did liked him was too shocking to really accept so quickly. You burped out at his reply (excusing yourself along of course, manners are always key) and nodded in understanding with him. After all, being a loser yourself you did sort of see what he was trying to explain. You blinked away from him as you blushed a little now hunching inwardly in defense as you suddenly felt a little flustered.
"Well...I do."
Ichimatsu's neko ears popped out as well as his tail, his eyes wide in question.
"Ah...?"
You rolled your eyes and bottled up some courage to squint your eyes right into his, cheeks reddening more while his were fuming and his hair spiked in alert.
"I said...I said that I DO like you. Loser."
You turned your back to him to make up expressions of fluster and frustrated embarrassment as a way to release the sudden stress of confessing to your obvious crush. The poor nekomatsu had another pain of needing to shit, all this awkward romance stuff and successfully becoming a partner in a relationship was just overwhelming to bear and still a bit troubling to accept it so easily. His face contorted in a silly shock expression, foaming at his mouth as he silently screamed to himself before he just whacked his head multiple times against the island table now puddled in blood. You sighed out again and shook your head knowing what happened without you even seeing. Still not looking back at him you went to your bathroom and searched through the cabinets for alcohol and tissues to heal him. You skipped back to him and went to work while he fidgeted and struggled to not make eye contact with you, though the moment the medical alcohol dabbed onto the tissue made contact with his bleeding head, he winced audibly and shot you a slight glare.
"Stay still. Or I'll pour it on you instead."
Ichimatsu grunted and shut his eyes once more in pain as he gritted his teeth in feeling the burning sensation trickle onto the now rinsed wound. Carefully you placed white bandages around his head and cleaned up the rest of the exposed blood. He gruntled once more but this time in a more appreciated tone. You both remained in an awkward silence for a moment while you were doing your best to clean up all the blood and after a few more minutes he quietly grabbed a towel and helped you with fixing up the mess, still blushing.
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"Ah thanks Ichimacchan."
The usual monotoned Matsuno grunted in response, feeling a bit more at ease at the new relationship shared between the two of you. You flopped onto a sofa chair and sighed out in exhaustion sensing your body loosen up and flab all over the cushions, your face tired yet content. Ichimatsu cracked a faint smile as he did his best to contain the sudden bubble of gushing romance and joy for that cute moment, clearing his throat and slowly inching his way towards you where he stared at your calming face, your eyes shut to relax them but you were still aware of your environment.
Ichimatsu scratched on both his arms in nervousness before he gently sat next you, laziness easily overpowering him the moment his back drowned snugly into your couch. You took this opportunity to comfortably cuddle him: an arm loosely wrapped around his torso and a leg resting above his thighs. You could feel the obvious stiffness of the Matsuno, giggling to yourself a bit before nuzzling your head onto his shoulder sighing out in content while your exhaustion from earlier events gradually overtook you into a deep slumber. While you were in a process of going to sleep, Ichimatsu stared wide eyed in front of him not really knowing what to do in this particular situation. He cautiously peeked down to see you and to his surprise your calming slumber had successfully eased his nerves down where his body finally slouched and his muscles loosened completely.
Of course he was still unsure on how to 'properly' behave himself under the new title of being someone's 'significant other' though for now he gently curled against you and nuzzled his face on top of your head and yawned out sleepily.
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He whispered you goodnight not caring if you were or weren't awake and very gently pecked your forehead.
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Both of you may not be the prettiest flowers of a garden but nothing won't ever stop you both to help each other bloom for the better.
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A/N: Sorry if I haven't written in years, my motivation and skill to do so are laughably low. Depression sucks and so is my existence hahaha.. Cya whenever, to whoever cares.