danganronpa imagines.

it was a loud, stormy night - and yet the female found herself being rather calm. warmth enveloped her and slim arms were wrapped around her figure. she turned her head, her (e/c) orbs gazing softly at the figure of her beloved, sleeping boyfriend. rantaro, a pure gentleman she had truly adored - and so did he, he adored her too. his green locks spread across the pillow, some of it covering his youthful face. the female held back a small chuckle, reaching her hand out to stroke his soft locks gently.

rantaro seemed to have taken a notice of her sudden action, leaning into her touch and opening his green hues to look at his beautiful partner towering over him. "angel ?" his sleepy was as soothing as ever when he called out to her, slowly sitting up - that way he could face her. "why are you awake at this hour ?" he asked calmly, though a tint of worry could be heard in his voice. he had always told her that in case of a bad dream, he'd be there to protect her. was it this case this time too ? although she seemed completely fine. curiosity took the best of him when his green orbs stared into her beautiful ones. she was so breathtaking, so amazing - rantaro thanked the gods everyday for having her in his life.

"(y/n)." he repeated softly after he failed to get a proper answer from her. he reached his hand out, softly stroking her cheeks. "i just couldn't help but admire your sleeping form." the female finally reponded, a sweet chuckle that rantaro was so addicted to hearing had escaped from her lips. the male could feel his face heating up, thankful that it was dark enough that she couldn't see the pink dust covering his pale cheeks. "come here, my love." he hummed, his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her against his own body. it had always fascinated him how well they went together - it was as though they were created solely for one another.

now it was time for him to help her fall asleep. his lips travelled across her cheek; kissing her forehead, cheeks, nose. and soon enough his lips met hers, pulling her into a sweet, tender kiss. the said kiss held so much of his adoration towards him - so much that he faintly smiled against her lips when she kissed back. he pulled away soon after, letting her head rest on his chest. "would you like to hear the story about that one i had to chase down one of my sister throughout the streets of moscow ?" the male chuckled softly. he had simply enjoyed telling her about his travels. and well, it also put a smile on his face each time she fell asleep after his stories.