HONEYMOON PLANNING. . .

- DOMESTIC AU!

Amane buried his face on his hands, thinking deeply with furrowed brows, his elbow propped on his desk which is a cluttered mess: papers, pens, and on his laptop screen is printed in bold letters: "HONEYMOON IDEAS", because he's literally brain-dead. All that's revolving around his mind is repeated whispers of him saying what would make Nene happy?

It wasn't that Yashiro was hard to please, but Amane just wanted to impress her with his ideas for their honeymoon! And being part-time science teacher and part-time fiance made it a bit difficult and barely gave him time to brainstorm some ideas.

"Amane?" Yashiro's soft voice called out after a quiet creak from their bedroom door. Amane flinched, almost dropping his coffee on his laptop screen, but managed to keep his instincts on check. With a relieved sigh, Amane turned to Yashiro with a hum. "Dinner is ready, but we can wait," Yashiro said with a smile as Amane set his coffee down on the table.

For some reason, that smile made Amane feel a bit sad. Yashiro began to grow bags under her usually bright eyes, magenta orbs with golden flecks losing its color. Yashiro is tired. Not only is she a Florist, she's a fiancee, she tends their home because Amane's shifts takes up almost the whole day (and she's Amane's soon-to-be wife, too, and he's the most troublesome boy to ever set foot on Earth).

Amane plopped on the bed and opened his arms, chuckling when Yashiro tackled him into a hug. The bed creaked beneath them, giggles from the two resonating around the room, a sound Amane could never get tired of when their voices would collide. Outside, it was pouring rain, but no thunderstorms, no lightning, just calm rain that poured and created fog on their windows - nothing could be as relaxing is this: cuddling with your lover, the sound of gentle rain from outside, and a serene atmosphere that made the tension leave Amane's shoulder.

Legs tangled and face buried on Amane's chest, Yashiro quietly asked, "how long has it been raining?" She peered up at Amane through her lashes, frowning at the sight of his wrinkles.

"Since a while ago. Thank God I came home before it started. Couldn't risk getting sick," Amane grumbled, twirling a strand of Yashiro's hair as the girl's fingers gently traced soothing lines on the wrinkles and tense muscles on Amane. The male visibly relaxed. He never realized just how tense he was in the first place, only Yashiro can ever notice small details such as those.

Yashiro huffed. "The wedding is soon. I don't want you getting stressed, but it seems like you're overworking yourself again. What have you been doing?" She asked. When she realized Amane wouldn't answer, she opened his laptop instead and faltered at the sight of so many tabs opened and highlighted words. "You've been planning the honeymoon?"

Amane winced. "You don't like it. . ?"

Yashiro sighed, closing the laptop again, her nose scrunched. "Of course not!" Amane flinched and felt his stomach drop. "I know for a fact you won't make me pay, too, so you'll have to do everything! These all look so expensive, Amane!" She fell back on Amane's chest, eyes trained on the ceiling before she tilted her head upwards to meet Amane's eyes. "Can't you see that all I ever really want and need is to be with you?"

Amane furiously blushed and looked away from Yashiro's puppy eyes, feeling as if he's been shot on the heart with Cupid's arrow just by a simple look. "Don't just say that, Nene! I just want that day to be special, y'know?"

"Cuddling on the bed and watching a movie is already special to me."

Amane groaned in defeat. "Okay. I'll pick something simple, only because you might pinch my ear again if I don't. I won't promise that it will be cheap, though." He whispered the last part, but Yashiro still beamed.

There it was. The Yashiro that took Amane's breath away, the Yashiro that competed with Goddesses alike for their beauty, the Yashiro that never failed to make his heart stutter. It's like she's glowing even under the dim moonlight, stars sewn together so that they can weave a halo made for Yashiro, and her only - she really is a fallen angel from above.

Her eyes sparkled and Amane couldn't help but chuckle. Her cream hair was lazily tied into a low ponytail, some strands falling down on her face, but Amane was quick to set it aside.

"Can't believe how lucky I am, y'know?" Amane told her. "I swear, it's nice being God's favorite."

Yashiro's face glowed red up to the tips of her ears, lips twisted to an exaggerated pout to look angry, and yet all she looks like is a puppy. "You already won my heart, Amane-kun. You can lay off the cheesy stuff now."

"You know I'll never do that."

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