Warm, Warmth, and Warmer (Akira Kurusu x Reader)
๐/๐ก: ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ ๐บ๐๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐๐ผ ๐๐๐ฒ๐น๐๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐บ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐โ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐๐ป ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐บ๐ฒ. ๐ฆ๐ผ, ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ (๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ฒ, ๐ฎ๐ ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐)! ๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐, ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ธ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐๐ผ @aomyshinโ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ณ๐๐น ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ด๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐ถ๐. ๐๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฎ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ณ๐๐น ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ธ๐ถ๐น๐น. ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ผโ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ธ @ ka_aeyassย ๐ผ๐ป ๐ง๐๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ. ๐๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ป๐ผ๐, ๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ท๐ผ๐!
๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐? โ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ก๐๐จ๐ฉ
๐๐ค๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐จ๐๐ง๐ซ๐๐ง?
You place your mug down with a contented sigh, already missing the taste.
โHow is it?โ Akira asks. Thereโs a charming smile painted on his lips and a sparkle of mirth in his onyx eyes. Youโre just barely at eye-level with him as you sit comfortably on one of Leblancโs barstools, basking in the pleasant silence that is closing time. The TV is on but itโs just a buzz of noise and a flash of bright lights every now and then. The cafรฉ has always adorned its warm wood tones and its colorful mosaic accents that would make even the most alert want to close their eyes and fall asleep. Hell, youโre already falling victim to its effects. But not Akira.
Heโs staring at you. Heโsย beenย staring at you, and the undivided, adoring attention sends your heart fluttering. You canโt help but avert your eyes from his prying eyes and fiddle with the sleeves of his gray winter coat he insisted on you wearing. You were drowning in it, just like you were drowning in his gaze all you can feel is warm, warmth, and warmer.ย
โMmm,โ You hummed sleepily, bringing your hands back to the mug to steal some of its heat for yourself. You hear him let out a soft chuckle at your actions, but he makes no move to prompt you for your answer. Akira is one of the most patient people youโve ever met and it shows. Heโs letting you take your time with your answer because heโs drinking in something for himself- your reactions. Every smile, every shift of your attention, every little detail about you is under his surveillance. Monitoring for your comfort, discomfort, safety, and whatever else your mystery of a boyfriend does in his spare time. The thought makes you heavy-eyed with trust and youโre left wondering how youโre going to get home without falling asleep on the train. โ...itโs good.โ
โGood?โ He questions in confirmation, as his smile widens with amusement. Youโre flooded with that familiar feeling of warm, warmth, and warmer as you give a sleepy nod.ย
โGreat. Wonderfulโฆ Perfect, evenโฆโ You correct, offering a small smile as you bring the mug back to your lips. Tilting your head back, you drink what was in your cup. The masterful blend blankets your taste buds with the sweetness of chocolate and the bitterness of what you could only assume to be expresso. You take one gulp, then another, and another, until youโre down to a third of the drink left. Slowly, you bring your mug back down to rest on the wood once more. โ...what did you say the name was again?โ
โMocha.โ He repeats. Short and simple. Straight to the point. โIt tastes like hot chocolate, doesnโt it?โ
You nod your head. Itย doesย taste just like hot chocolate- just with a hint of bitterness. The taste is new, exciting, and not at all what youโd expect it to be. It leaves you feeling greedy for more and more of the taste, and judging by the look on Akiraโs face- you could only assume he knows.
โItโs just milk, chocolate, and espresso. I figured this would be the best to start off with since youโre a first-time coffee drinker.โ He explains softly, and you canโt but fluster at the memory of the look of absolute surprise on his face when you told him that you have never had coffee before, early today. It was ironic, yes, never having coffee while dating a skilled coffee maker. But it was only a matter of time before he found out and changed that. Besides, itโs December! What better time for a hot drink than now? โI didnโt put as much espresso as it usually calls for in the recipe since youโre new to this. I didnโt want to overwhelm you with the flavorโฆโ
He trails off, a dusty blush coating his cheeks as you look up at him in awe. The absolute care and attention he put into this experience leaves you breathless with affection. Itโs such a simple moment- yet itโs a simple moment that you both could justย share.ย Every day with him and every action makes the fondness in your heart grow and grow.ย
โHey...Aki?โ You whisper, hands clutching the mug once more.
โHmm?โ He questions, eyes studying your figure with a soft expression.
You donโt respond right away, but you know. Thereโs no denying it. Every passing moment you spend with him creates that same feeling inside of you. The one youโve learned with him. The one only he can bring. The one that onlyย he is.
So you tilt your head to the side and give a closed eye smile.
โThank you.โ You whisper out earnestly- as if all the emotions of this moment, your relationship, and your life could be captured in two words. โThank you.โ
But you know thatโs not true.
ย In reality, itโs three words: