It Never Gets Old
Juza's debut performance is not new to you. You've seen it a handful of times already but for some reason, you just don't seem to grow tired of it.
• Pairing: Hyodo Juza x reader
• A/n: I MEANT IT WHEN I SAID I WANT TO WRITE FOR A!3. This might be inaccurate with the game's plot though because I haven't played it yet bUT I'M PLANNING TO BECAUSE I'M GETTING SICK WITH GENSHIN I WANT TO PLAY ANOTHER GAME.
You chuckled so loud Juza had to pause the video.
"Really?" Juza muttered as he stared at you chortling on his bed.
The both of you are lying on your stomachs, your faces facing his laptop where 'The Roman Episode' plays, specifically pausing at the exact moment where Juza was spilled on the floor after Banri's realistic punch.
Seconds have passed since Juza paused the video from playing and yet, you still have not recover. Your hands are cupping your mouth, a futile attempt of concealing your laughter. Your shoulders shaking along with your head that seemed to be flushed with heat.
Not to mention, sniffing can be heard along with your chuckles as beads of tears form at the corner of your eyes with overflowing joy.
"I'm sorry," you managed to say despite your peals of laughter, "It's... It's just...you take pride with saying that you're stronger than Banri and yet..." You snorted.
Juza's cheeks flushed by how you're laughing at him. Not wanting to feel embarrassed more, he attempted on stripping his self off from his bed. Only to be stopped as you pulled him back. Take note, still laughing.
"No, don't go! I'm sorry, I'll stop laughing," and yet you say this as you choke at your own laughter.
Juza tried to appear unimpressed by rolling his eyes. But truth to be told, he's torn. Whether he lets you mock him further just so he could hear your laugh or he kisses you because you're painfully beautiful at the moment.
"If I punched him back, I'd break my character. I'm supposed to receive his punch, you know?"
"Which makes it funny!" You reasoned as you rested your head on his arms, growing tired from laughing. Your hand slowly crawled its way towards his laptop, pressing a key to make the video move again.
"How is getting punched funny..." He muttered under his breath before resting his chin on his clasped hands, eyes unfocused on the screen. Rather, he was focused on you.
He feels your legs playfully interlocking with his, tickling his soles at the same time.
In the middle of bathing at your face, Juza is taken aback when you look at his way. He is thankful with the absence of light and the strands of his purple hair hiding his fuming cheeks.
Your noses are inches apart and so are your lips. Juza wouldn't hesitate to cut this distance short if only you did not speak.
"I'm sorry, can we replay that scene again?"
Juza frowned, "Again?"
And you break into laughter once more as your fingers run on the pad of his laptop, lips pressed in the hopes that it would tone your chuckle down.
"You love it when I get beaten, huh?" He said dramatically.
You turned to him, the cheeky smile still on your face, "I'm sorry, it never gets old."
