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❤ starting the day the nanarins way ❤  picrew

The excuse she gave for not dressing for the wind was one he had no reply for, especially seeing Nana in his jacket. The sight took words right out his mouth. It swamped her, only making him realise the difference in their size. But if she didn’t look so cute in it, Teppei might just have laughed. 

“I can’t leave you now or I’ll never get my jacket back” he chuckled and watched as he covered arm came up behind him. “I’m okay, I’m like a walking heater anyway”. 

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A soft noise that’s somewhere between a hiss and sigh falls from his lips before he stops in his tracks. Hara knows that as much as a dumbass Nana is (not that he has a problem with that), that there’s nothing he can say or do to get her to drop the subject. She’s too stubborn for that.

And if that’s the case, he might as well have some fun with this.

So he turns around to look at Nana and grins, his smile all the brighter under the yellowish glow of the streetlights. “What do you mean, Koizumi-chan?” he asks, gazing at her with a look of angelic innocence. “The refs never called a foul.”

the last hours of the decade pass by in a gloomy haze for this particularly pitiful high schooler. Slunk into her pajamas at last, she feels decked in more defeat than delight as she thinks of tonight’s missed chances, the missed hands in hers. With Yerin running errands for both the shop & her grandmother all evening, she’s barely had a minute to herself – much less her girlfriend. Yet all December, Yerin had looked forward to spending New Year’s Eve with Nana. Her imaginative self had blushed over the idea of gussying up & sharing a fancy dinner amidst a starlit city …  while her more practical self had warmed to the thought of eating soba together cozied at the kotatsu. Unfortunately, with 2020 only moments away now, it seems neither of those dreams would come true tonight. These are the days she wonders if holidays exist for those in relentless retail.

Just as she’s about to pull the sheets over her head and wait till morning to lavish curry breads & coffee on the cutest girlfriend in the world, her phone buzzes at her desk, rattling its rogue pens. The message she finds is almost too happy to even comprehend on sight; it takes a few more seconds of digesting the pixel hearts and confetti to realize Nana’s here. Clamoring to her window immediately, she lifts the glass to spot the sweetest sight all day – Nana at the gate all smiles as usual, and Yerin’s buoyed by the light of her. ❝ Oh my gosh – Nana-chan! ❞ she chirps and the holiday’s arrived at last. She’s already pivoted and dashed three steps before she returns to the window to properly announce and wave. ❝ – a-h, I’ll be right down! ❞  

Feet cram into too big-slippers as she grabs a coat and rushes to the entrance, nearly tripping into Nana’s arms. ❝ You came! ❞ she exclaims with words punctuated by the back-bang of the door; she’s already wrapping Nana into her puffy jacket & fussing over her icy fingers. ❝ Nana-chan, you must be so cold, come on inside – ❞ Yerin begins guiding her into the house, but just as they pass the threshold … the New Year’s Bell starts to sound, echoing from the hills, the TV, the neighbor’s radios. Turning back to Nana, Yerin’s eyes widen as panic seizes her soul. On spur of the moment, she cups Nana’s cool cheeks and gives her a smooch – jumpy and rushed and far from perfect.  Regrets resound alongside the bells as she eventually draws back with a sheepish ❝ H-Happy New Year! ❞ … and gives her another peck at the cheek, this time apologetic.  ❝ I’m sorry, I don’t know – I didn’t want to miss it, ❞ she laughs, pinked; one hand stays cupping Nana’s face as her thumb brushes fondly.

❝ no peeking! ❞ Stern instruction’s washed too giddy as she unearths a box from the closet, setting it carefully before Nana. She fiddles with the wrappings like arranging a bouquet, unfolding the bits of paper just right to properly reveal the centerpiece -- Nana’s new kimono. ❝ Okay, Nana-chan -- you can look! ❞ she exclaims at last, hands finding her girlfriend’s arm to squeeze. ❝ It’s from my grandmother. ❞  To be honest, it had taken her grandmother some time to pick out just the right kimono. Summer yukata would have been simple, with an abundance of colors and motifs just perfect for their sunny Nana . . . but for hatsumoude, the selection had required a bit more refining. Yerin couldn’t actually remember the last time she had seen her grandmother looking quite so stressed as she had while poring over patterns this past week. But it had cheered the high schooler to see how much even her surly grandmother cares for their Nana.

she likes it when she arrives first to their meeting spots, likes planting there at the bench amongst the passersby, likes waiting. For after sitting in the waves of footsteps and murmurs, there’s just something special about seeing Nana materialize from the crowd, ponytail & pom-pom earrings swinging. She’d take a second to scan the surroundings, and when their eyes would finally meet – well, Nana’s sudden-happy face has been the thing propelling Yerin through this rough exam season. The way her face scrunches up has her cuter than a dumpling, and certainly twice as energizing.

Yerin could remember the first times she would just be standing at the cash register and wondering if that bright girl with the scrunchies would bounce on through today … to think that now, they actually have plans, endless plans … ones of sledding and snowmen and hotpot parties that just keep growing and growing … Yerin just feels like this’ll be the best winter, yet.