#akiyam

“I would like prince Himori,” you told Seri as you handed the pad back to her. She nodded her head, “Good choice, princess (your name).” She swiped her finger on the pad then walked over to the office desk. She placed her pad on the table, she crossed her legs, “Himori come here this instant!” She yelled. You cringed at the loudness that emitted from the woman. She smiled at you, “He’s coming.” You chuckled nervously. “Himori reporting for duty,” you heard a man say beside you. You turned around and smiled at the taller man. He wore a dark blue yukata; his messy black hair was swiped to the side and his sword, Taruhi, was in his scabbard that was slung on his waist. Seri looked at him. “I enjoy your enthusiasm for our work,” Seri said. “But I told all of you to leave your swords in your dorms.” “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. “We should be doing our work, not flirting with women.” He glared at Seri, and then to one of the booths that you assumed was the other members who didn’t have any women clients at the moment. You sighed at Himori’s personality; you took a deep breath composing yourself. You smiled wide as you grabbed Himori’s hands.

You can hear Seri saying, “Oh?” And Himori making a choking sound when you grabbed his hands it made you inwardly grin at his sudden change of calm composure. “Prince Himori, I picked you to dine with me,” you smiled and tilted your head trying to look cute and it worked because you saw his cheeks become a light pink. “Oh really now?” He cleared his throat and his pink cheeks went back to his normal hue colour. He smirked at you which caused you to turn pink. You let your hands go limp, but he grabbed your right hand and pecked it. “Let’s go to my booth, princess (your name),” he said. He pulled you to the direction of his booth. You turned your head around to see Seri give you a thumbs up and mouthing, “Keep it PG.” You blushed as naughty thoughts along with images of you and Himori fooling around in the booth run through your mind. You didn’t realize you were in Himori’s booth, standing there with a noticeable blush spread across your face and just staring at the wall. Himori crossed his arms and sighed at your antics. “Hey, (your name),” he called and nudged you. You snapped back into reality and pouted. “Hey! You’re supposed to address me as princess not simply my name,” you crossed your arms and plopped on the cushion. Himori raised his eye brow at you, he chuckled and walked over to his spot and sat down on the cushion. “Fine, princess (your name), your face is red,” he stated. You shrieked as your hands flew to your cheeks and slapped them. He chuckled at your behaviour. “Really?” You asked and then frowned. “You’re lying.” He rolled his eyes. He grabbed the handle of the cast iron kettle and began pouring the tea in his cup. “Do you want some green tea?” Himori asked. You puffed out your cheeks at the man because he was ignoring your question. “Yes please,” you said. He poured a good amount of green tea in your cup, he then put the kettle to its original spot and began sipping his tea; you followed his action. “It’s cold,” he simply stated and you stuck out your tongue in disgust after you took your sip. “Why were you blushing before?” He asked. He took a biscuit and began nibbling it. “Why are you always calm?” You asked trying to pry away from the embarrassing question; he chuckled at you again and ate the whole biscuit. “That’s just me,” he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m like this outside of work and during work.” You nodded your head already knowing the answer to the lame question.

You met Himori before, but never had the chance to talk to him, well you did but it was never for long it was like a “Hi” or “Bye” whenever you walked passed by each other or caught each other’s eyes looking. “Now back to my question,” Himori repeated. “Why were you blushing?” You scratched your head and looked at everything except for Himori who was smirking at your odd behaviour. “Well you see…” you began stammering and blushing. “I was thinking of inappropriate thoughts of you and me!” You said in a rapid tone that left you breathless. You looked to Himori who had his hand covering his mouth, his eye that was visible closed and his body shook. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me!” You cried. You felt hurt by the reaction he gave, you thought he was mocking you so you stood up and wiped your eyes because tears were forming and were ready to spill. “I can’t believe I ever liked you,” you croaked. Himori stopped chuckling and looked at you with wide eyes. “Wait, repeat that,” he said. You shook your head and you were about to leave the booth, but you stopped when you heard Himori say, “I like you too.” You turned around with your mouth hanging open as you stared at the now blushing Himori looking at the floor and clearing his throat. There he was the usual calm and composed man was now with a red face and averting his eyes away from you. You sat down again wanting to hear Himori say those words again. He cleared his throat for the last time then he looked straight at you with his usual calm expression. “I like you,” he repeated. You couldn’t contain the happiness that exploded inside you, you jumped to your feet and lunged yourself to Himori; this action caused you two to fall over. “Oof,” he mumbled as your (hair colour) hair tickled his face. You nuzzled his chest savoring the scent off his yukata and looked up to him. You giggled at the position you both were in, but he blushed. “I’m so relieved that you like me,” you whispered as your lips barely touching his. He groaned losing his cool as he closed the tiny distance between you.