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|Lees - Akane & Saito -- Lers - Akane & Saito|
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Information : This is based on Episode 3 of "I'm Getting Married to a Girl I Hate in My Class." You can watch it on Crunchyroll!
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A week ago, Akane had gotten a cold. Saito had to take care of her... and, really, dare I say that made them just a bit closer in this stupid marriage.
A while ago, they wanted nothing to do with each other. Hating sleeping in the same bed... Akane accusing him of the most stupidest stuff?! It was a disaster just waiting to happen.
Now she was waking him up by threatening to hit him with a hot frying pan.
Saito would be lying if he said he wasn't getting used to this. And that he didn't find it cute.
"Morning!" Akane smiled sweetly. She was in her apron, sitting at the edge of their bed. No frying pan in hand.
"That was cruel..." He mumbled in his usual monotone voice, hearing the food sizzle in the kitchen.
Her expression changed from a sweet, loving smile to a pout in a second.
"Oh really? Is that the thanks I get for waking you up?" She stood up with a small huff, walking over to the curtains "You ought to be grateful."
"*Just* thanks?" She turned her head to face him
Honestly, she was terrifying when mad. She would scream, make outrageous accusations... yikes, she did a lot. And did he want her mad? Nope!
"That's better!" She laughed a little, opening the curtains, letting light into the room. "Meet you in the kitchen!" She left the room cheerfully.
She was getting a bit better with her anger anyways after a while.
Her mood changed so quickly. Sometimes, he thought it was a bit too quickly. Like she was an alien... she wasn't. Just a funny image for Saito.
Saito yawned and got up, walking into the kitchen. He looked at the table, Akane already sitting down.
"Made eggs and bacon!~ Tell me how it is!" She smiled sweetly, resting her face in her hands.
Saito sat down, looking down at the plate. He took his fork and took a piece of bacon. He hummed, swallowing the piece down his throat.
"Fine. As usual." He spoke, jabbing a piece of egg.
"...Just fine?" She sounded offended, her hands placed on the table, brows furrowed.
"U-Um, it's good, I mean..." He quickly backtracked, swallowing that egg quickly before it killed him.
"Great!" She grinned gleefully, standing up again. "Change once you're done." She pushed her chair in and walked behind the counter, making her own plate.
"I will." He murmered, taking another bite of his breakfast.
Saito got changed and flopped down on the sofa, Akane already having the plates in the sink, having gotten changed herself.
"Did you go to school without washing your face yesterday?" She asked suddenly, standing beside the armrest on the sofa near him, hands on her hips.
"Made no difference since I got wet from the rain." He shrugged, his nonchalant response striking a nerve.
"What are you, a caveman?!" She gasped, appalled. "It's common courtesy as a person!" She scolded, the grip on her hip tightening.
"How can someone so smart be terrible at everything else?!" She exclaimed.
"That's no way to speak to me..." He chuckled, a smug smirk switching at the corner of his lips.
She paused. "Why are you acting so big?.." She huffed, confused and... kinda nervous.
It's not like he acted smug every day.
"What was it you said again? You admire me?"
"Wh-- WHAA?!" Her face heated up, eyes widening, a shocked, flustered gasp leaving her lips before she could stop it.
"Th-That's not-- my mind was fuzzy from the fever!!" She yelled, flailing her arms around as a protest.
He grinned like he won the lottery.
"I may gave caught it on my phone." He announced, teasing her further, lifting the phone up in the air.
"I'll melt you in hot lava, smartphone and all!!" She wailed, charging at him.
He laughed and scooted back, having her land on top of him, his hand raising above his head, holding the phone out of her reach.
"Damn it, Saito!" She whined, reaching for it, oblivious to the close proximity.
He snickered, a rare playful side of him showing. "Pfft-- nihice try!" He chuckled, his free hand slipping in her underarm, fingers curling.
"AH-! Sahaito!!" She squeaked, clamping her arm back down, trapping his hand.
"I didn't know you were ticklish.." His shoulders shook with suppressed chuckles, his fingers continuing to curl and tickle.
"Ahaha! Thihis-- ehehe, this ihihisn't fahahair!!" She giggled, the blush on her face growing, defenses crumbling.
"Considering you're on top of me, this is plenty fair." He grinned, keeping his hand in the air.
"Yohohou--" Her own laughter cut her off, burying her heated face in the base of his shoulder.
"Why so clingy all of a sudden?" He looked down at her, fondness entering his cold eyes.
"Ihihit's nohohot my fahahault!!" She squeaked, her free hand shakily rising, blindly reaching for the phone.
"Kinda is, you trapped my hand..." He shrugged.
"Yohohou know whahahat I mehehean!!"
"Doho I?.." He chuckled, his fingers trickling down to her sides.
Moments like these were rare... even if this specific situation never happened before. And he couldn't deny it, Akane's smile so bright was cute.
"Yehehes you dohoho-! Eek!! Sahahaitooohoho!!" Her shaky hand flopped on his shoulder, her legs curling up.
"Yes, Akane?" He tilted his head, his smirk turning into a small smile.
"Staha-- stahahap tihihickling mehehehe!!" She shook her head, her hand gripping his shirt.
"Make me then." He challenged with an eye roll.
"Ihi-- Ihihi don't know hohohow!!-"
Saito let out a giggle. "Whyhy not?.." His own cheeks started to heat up a little. His heart beating a tad bit faster... her laugh was really starting to become his new favorite sound. "Guess you're stuck like this...~"
"Ahahabsolutely not!!" She snickered, her hand close to his shoulder shooting to his underarm, fingers digging into his pit.
"ACK-! AHAHAKANEHE-!!" He let out a surprised laugh, dropping the phone, his own tickling stopping suddenly.
She huffed, "Pervert!!.." She grumbled, sitting up on his lap, straddling his waist. Her hands slipped under his arms, her fingers digging into his armpits.
"Aha-- Ahahakahanehe!! Stahahap!!" He slammed his arms down stiffly to his sides, sinking a bit more in the sofa, gripping the couch.
Man, he hasn't been tickled in a long time, the feeling was almost foreign.
"Stop? No! Not after what you pulled!!" She pouted, but her demeanor softened. She didn't expect him to be more ticklish than her. Which... kinda made sense in a way.
"Ihi-- Ihihi'm sohohohorry-- hehehe!! *snort*" He snorted, his smile widening more and more genuine.
"Oh, look at that, the caveman snorts." She smirked.
His cheeks heated up, his feet kicking ever so slightly, even when he tried to stay still. "Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!!"
"Shut up?! Is that any way to talk to your wife?!" She dug further.
"EEK-! NAHAHAHO--!! *snort* OhoHOKAHAHAY-! *snort* Ihihi'm sahaAAAHAHAHARRY!! AHAHAHAKAHAHANEHEHEHE!! *snort*" He LOST it when she switched up to his neck.
"Oh, you better be sorry! For telling me to shut up, and for even recording that in the first place!!" Her offense was starting to lower... his smile and laugh was starting to get to her, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.
She blushed a little, her cheeks puffing out as she took notice to how close they were, her heart pounding against her ribcage quicker.
"AHAHAKAHAHANEHEHE, *snort* PLEHEHEHEASE!!" He curled his arms up in on himself, shoulders scrunching up.
"Again!!" Her blush grew, her fingers fastening their pace.
"GAHAHAHA!! *snort* OKAHAHAY!! IHIHI'M SOHOHOHORRY!!" His eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
"Hmph!" She slowed her fingers to a stop, crossing her arms. "You better be." She grumbled, hopping off.
He hiccuped, curling his knees up to his chest, wiping his eye. "Ihi-- yohohou're cruhuel..." he looked up at her, his eyes shining in the light... cheeks flushed pink, small grin.
Her face turned back into a tomato color, a flutter running through her chest that made her shiver. "I-I am not!! Just-- hurry up!! We're gonna be late!" She shook her head, butterflies growing as she stomped away.
He inhaled, taking a breath, exhaling. He picked up his phone, sitting there for a moment. The pink grew, the moment still running freely through his head.
Especially when she called herself his wife. Even if it was true... it sent shivers down his body.
"Damn girl..." He muttered, cursing internally at the affection in his tone.
He got up after a moment, pocketing his phone, walking to get his bag.
