quest for ancient colour

just imagine how ideal a girlfriend Sumeragi Hokuto would be. 

 imagine her making you nutritious breakfasts and smiling at you over morning coffee, and sneaking delicious cookies into your bag when you’re not looking, as a surprise. imagine her subtly altering your clothes, just adding a flair of something only she can put into fashion-words about you, nodding in satisfaction as you shyly model for her; she loves her artwork and she loves her girlfriend. imagine her never letting you talk down about (or to) yourself, ever. she won’t let you get away with bullshit and that includes badmouthing one of her favourite people. imagine how she would know just by looking at you when to tickle you out of a bad mood and when to simply wrap her arms around you, guide your head to her shoulder, and whisper that it’s okay, you’re allowed to cry. imagine her greeting you with big sunshine smiles and nose boops. imagine 2am McDonald’s runs, because life is too short not to eat junk food at crazy times with your beloved. imagine knowing that this woman will put her life on the line to protect you, no questions even asked. imagine skipping through her city with her, watching this glorious, bubbly creature as she takes in all the lights of Tokyo and sparkles them back at it, like a heart-shaped mirror with the most beautiful, intricate, and glittery frame possible. imagine Sumeragi Hokuto just as in love with you as you are with her.