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"And there you go, getting yourself sick," an infuriatingly teasing tone drawled as an all-too-familiar figure walked through your door, "Ha~ what am I going to do with you?"
You scowled crabbily and rolled over so you faced the couch instead of him...
"Imayoshi. What are you doing here?" You grumbled before hacking painfully into your blankets with a groan. "O-ow..."
"Taking care of my reckless girlfriend if I'm not mistaken," he replied with a deep chuckle and knelt down beside you, "Honestly (Name) you're so careless with your health. You knew walking out in the snow after helping out the swim team was a bad idea."
"If you're going to insult me the entire time you're here then just leave already," you grumbled, "I swear, sometimes I feel like the only reason you and I are still together is because you get some kind of perverse joy out of trashing my already low self-esteem."
You waited for his reply but never received one. You eventually rolled over a bit to see an odd expressional cross between surprised and calculating on your boyfriend's face. You raised a brow. That was a new look.
"What?" You huffed grumpily and rolled over again.
"Nothing..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...y-you're pretty."
You choked out in shock, the air you had been simply breathing had locked up in your lungs. You broke out into an almost violent coughing fit, struggling to breathe through the shock.
Once you got your coughing fit under control, you became acutely aware of two very important details.
Number one, Imayoshi had stuttered. Maybe you were looking into it a little too much, but you had never known Shoichi to be anything but confident when speaking to someone else. He always carefully planned his words, usually to get the strongest reaction.
And for number 2...he had complimented you.
Imayoshi didn't compliment people, ever really.
Well...there was that one time you had done up your hair with that special hairpin he'd bought you for your birthday and he said it looked good on you...
But this was completely different!
He'd called you pretty...for no reason at all.
"P-pretty? Me?" You echoed almost inaudibly.
"...I'm not repeating myself," he grunted and averted his eyes before suddenly placing his hand on your jaw and shutting your mouth.
You hadn't even realized it was open.
"Close your mouth before you swallow a bug." He advised flippantly and got to his feet, "I don't know why you're so surprised."
"Well, you've never really complimented me before." You shrugged sheepishly.
"I've complimented you before!" He argued defensively.
"Really? Name a time."
"After taking you and your parents to dinner I told you I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world."
"And when I asked you about it a week later you admitted that you said it because I had looked about ready to bawl when my mother told me my dress was ugly and my makeup didn't even match the color." You countered flatly.
He blinked and then sighed, "What about that time after the ballet recital you agreed to do with your friend? I said I thought you did amazing." He pointed out.
"Because I fell onstage...four times. I was so embarrassed I couldn't even face my sister." You sighed.
Imayoshi frowned, quickly becoming frustrated with you.
Picking up his bag from beside the door he walked back over and sat down beside you easily lifting your head into his lap.
You hummed approvingly as he traced paths along your scalp and around your ear with the tips of his fingers, involuntarily shivering as he caressed your cheek and jawline.
"Well, you're pretty. Maybe you're not the most beautiful girl in the world or the flawlessly talented type," he grunted and you rolled your eyes, "but that's not why we're dating."
You raised your brows in surprise and turned to look at him. "Hn?"
"We're together because we like each other. You're you and I'm me." He traced your ear teasingly, "And I'm an asshole. But if it bothers you this much then I'll try to be more...open with my compliments."
"...you just want me to stop proving you wrong because you've never complimented me without an ulterior motive."
"(Name), now is the time for silence." Imayoshi smiled creepily.
You stuck your tongue out childishly and reached up to run your fingers through his hair. "Oh hush you; don't take it so personally." You scolded teasingly and linked your arms around him, "So what if you're a jerkass. You're MY jerkass. I intend to keep it that way."
Feeling bold, your tugged him down and took the initiative to kiss the corner of his mouth affectionately. Imayoshi hummed his approval into your hair.
"Point made, my dear (Name)."