#madayu

“I want that one,” Yuna pointed to a king-sized teddy bear—a heart stitched cutely onto its chest as its paws were an adorable shade of pale yellow. It appeared cheaply made, yet it was the top prize.

For a moment, Madara wondered if she only wanted it because of its magnitude above the rest. It certainly stood out with its size, and Yuna had more expensive tastes because of how she was raised.

In order to win it, the tag you needed to hit was dangling overhead of the other ones, sliding to and fro on the thin piece of thread.

Madara’s gaze flitted to the owner, narrowing his focus in observation at how phlegmatic and spiritless he looked. That ambiance melded with the way his hand dipped beneath the counter made Madara surmise that this particular stall was likely rigged to a certain extent.

Still, Yuna wanted that teddy bear and Madara was going to win it for her.

“You got it!☆” Madara cheered as he settled the appropriate coins onto the counter, nodding towards the owner in affirmation, subsequently picking up a toy rifle. “Watch this, Yuna-san—you’ll have it before you know it!”

A hushed ‘mhm’ overflowed from Yuna’s glossy lips as she watched Madara’s husky stature incline forward, ceasing just before the marked line, and positioned the rifle up towards the tag.

Parting her lips, Yuna clenched her fists together in front of her and encouraged, “You can do it, Madara-kun!”

“Yes, yes! Keep cheering just like that!” Madara jubilantly laughed, bursts of delight skating over his insides in rapid spates and setting his soul aglow. He revelled in how Yuna’s cheeks brightened with charmingly rosy tones, her brows furrowed, as she riveted all her attention onto him.

At breakneck speed, a cork shot out from the rifle with an equally swift press of Madara’s slender fingers—and just when they thought it was going to make direct contact, the tag abruptly jerked out of range.

Yep, rigged.

“Oh no⋯!” Yuna whispered under her breath as disappointment coruscated within her eyes, peeking at Madara’s own countenance.

With an unaffected mien, Madara winked, conveying that everything was alright, “Don’t worry, Yuna-san!”

Madara’s encountered stalls polished with deception a myriad of times before, and he was enured to deal with it. But he wasn’t going to let the greedy exploiters fill Yuna’s experiences with unpleasant things; not when she’s had enough of that in her life.

These types of people are just as easy to trick back, though.

Tilting the toy rifle to the left, Madara squinted his eyes and waited—bated breaths emitted, aligning with the direction of the rifle’s tip. And as he shot the rifle in an unexpectedly faster motion, he ever so slightly brought it back to the right in congruence with the owner covertly pulling the string to make him forcibly miss.

And luckily for Yuna, Madara is a capable and proficient person.

“H-Huh?!” Yuna gasped as she watched the cork bullet surge straight through the tag, ensuring Madara’s triumph. “You did it?”

“Haha, of course! You just have to pay attention; although I have a keen eye for this sort of thing,” Madara exultantly rallied as the owner begrudgingly plucked the coveted bear down from the highest shelf and handed it over to Madara. “Here you go, Yuna-san♪”

Gratefully accepting the bear into her arms, Yuna burrowed into its soft, fuzzy stomach. “Thank you, Madara-kun!” she grinned, appreciating his efforts. The bear is tattily crafted, but the reason she wanted this one specially was because it was the only prize she could cuddle with.

The sight of Yuna’s heartfelt, ravishing beam was enough to make Madara’s chest tighten—almost painfully so. He instinctively reached forward and cupped her cheek, the warmth emanating from her skin melting him, before drifting back into her hair; sweeping through the blonde locks in a fluid, tender motion.

She looked so innocent, so pure. She looked like she was truly having fun from the bottom of her heart. Even if it’s for this moment alone, Madara wished that the emptiness inside her could be filled with happy, happy memories.

Swallowing tentatively, Yuna rolled onto her back and peered up at Madara’s blushing visage—his own complexion tinged with reddened hues, appearing affected and ruminative in his own way. For a moment, she wondered if she had annoyed him at all. “A-A little⋯” she answered, beguiled by that gleam in his emerald-hued gaze.

“I figured. I could feel your restless heartbeat,” Madara spoke with such muted tones that Yuna felt fuzzy warmth in her chest—yet the ludic and vivacious smile that curved on his lips after a beat cleaved through that ephemeral breathlessness of hers. “You’re sooo cute when you’re shy♪”

Angling himself downwards, the distance between them shortening, Madara took advantage of the breakneck embarrassment from his girlfriend as her head turned and kissed her ear.

Yuna’s hands rested on Madara’s shoulders whilst he lavished her sensitive ears in a myriad of kisses, before he took the shell between his lips and sucked. Rosy tinctures swept across her complexion with each motion, gasping softly.

She didn’t make any attempt to push him off, even if her flustered expression might’ve exuded the desire to do so.

“Haha, why are you always so quiet when I kiss your ears, huuuh? I like your voice, it’s so pretty,” Madara teased, sincere and devout, as if he wasn’t the reason she was melting into the bed. A hot, wet trail of saliva was left on her skin, and he promptly blew onto it and revelled in her squeak. “Let’s get all those nerves out~”

Before Yuna could even articulate a reply, Madara brought his mouth over to hers and affixed a firm, sensual kiss onto her lips. And he retracted back with an adoring, yet eager, smile before delving back down in a rush.

Madara rested a forearm onto the abundance of pillows while his other hand caressed Yuna’s cheek, the emanating heat seeping into his entity, and his tongue probed against her. “Come on⋯” he urged, feeling how their vehemence made Yuna quiver and reticently part her lips, “⋯ good girl, good girl.”

Tongue swirling inside Yuna’s mouth, Madara’s clasp on her face tightened—and he deepened the kiss further, listening to the pleasured mewl that overflowed in the lip-lock and made him subsequently groan.

With her mind clouded with a titillating haze, Yuna’s fingers squeezed the nape of Madara’s neck, pleading indignantly into his mouth, “M-Madara-kun, this is doing the opposite-!”

“We’ll just have to keep going until you’re satisfied,” Madara murmured huskily, voice becoming head with desire, trailing off as he continued to press fervent kisses onto her lips, “I don’t want to stop juuust yet, so bear with me, my little bambi.”