It’s as easy as breathing.
Mamura walks her to her classes. Mamura brings her milk from the canteen and Suzume tries/fails to make him bentos. During study-period, he moves his desk to face hers and they share notes and headphones. They start holding hands by accident—Suzume trips over a step on the road and Mamura catches her by the palm. And his hand lingers. The school is abuzz with the strange, but cute second-year couple—Yosano Suzume and Mamura Daiki, so different that they just fit.
Suzume doesn’t think she’s in love with him, yet, but there’s a part of her that knows she will be, soon enough. Yuyuka tells her that her eyes go moony and her voice gets soft when she talks about him.
If that’s not love, Yuyuka tells her, I don’t know what is.
Based on this fic, with kentaro sakaguchi as daiki mamura and fumiko aoyagi as suzume yosaso. I just wanted to do something pretty using nora’s fics because they’re perfect.
The second time /she falls in love/ is more subtle—less like an ocean and more like rain. Cathartic, quiet: a scarf unwrapped from a starless neck and onto her own, a coat, a rainwater kiss. A back growing broader by the day, a back standing ahead of her, but never too far, close enough to touch. Mamura’s distance is only ever by her will. He wears her headphones but it is only months later that she finds out that they are songless so long as she is with him; he blushes when he tells her he prefers the sound of her voice. He blushes when she cradles his cheek, her touch skimming from the bone of his jaw downward. (x)
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume
