Genre: general, romance
Warnings: none, as far as I know
Synopsis: He wasn't even sure how he had met her, they were most likely introduced by their friends. They seemed to have little in common, but fate has funny ways of making two opposites attract.
Word count: 699
Disclaimer: I only claim rights to the story
As he opened his eyes, dizzily putting some pieces together, Kazuki stretched himself. It was nice and warm under the covers, so soft and warm, just like her whenever he got a chance to touch her, marvle at her delicate features, feel her silky hair brushing against his skin. A smile appeared on the brunette's face as he turned his face where she was sleeping next to him, the smile replaced by a slight frown when he didn't find the body he had wanted to see. Turning back to his spot, he wondered if she had already left, brows furrowed as he stared up. There were slight cracks in the ceiling, he noted. With a sigh, he got up from the bed, leaving the blankets a mess and pulled his pants on.
Stepping out from the bedroom, he ventured through his apartment, hoping to find at least a note of her whereabouts if she indeed had left early. She always left him a note in case he got worried, and it was something he appreciated. Scanning the living room, he didn't find anything out of place and sighed. A brush of wind sneaked in through the open balcony door, gently brushing through his hair.
How long had he known her after all? A few months, a year? How did they meet? He wasn't sure, but all he knew was that he was used to having her around. He wanted, needed her around as much as possible, drowning in her eyes from free will.
She seemed so fragile, he reminisced back at the time he first had spotted her. Her dark brown hair falling freely on her shoulders, she had sat on the bar stool amongst her friends, laughing and drinking. He remembered the feeling of being tied when their eyes had met, drowning everything else out until it was just the two of them, staring at each other down, and then she had smiled, breaking the spell. A minute later, he was already sitting at company. It seemed they shared a few friends and introductions were made quick.
Muttering her name, he absentmindedly ran his fingers across his lips.
She was polite, talked in a calm manner and when she smiled, tiny sparkles danced in her eyes. When their eyes met, she didn't look away, but only tilted he head in an obvious understanding, it was almost like she read him like a book. Shuddering, he was the first to break the eye-contact and look down, mumbling something to his hands resting on his lap. Lifting his eyes again, she was gone. Excusing himself, he left the place in embarrassment. Little did he know she wasn't far as she called out to him. Turning around, he saw her, a cigarette between her slim fingers, leaning against the building he had just exited from. The next thing he knew, he was there, smoking next to her as they talked about nothing and everything in particular.
Releasing another sigh at the memories, he padded towards the kitchen to catch some breakfast only to stop and lean at the door frame.
Sitting on one of the chairs, she was, a smoke in one hand and a cup of coffee on the other, looking out from the window behind her. Hearing footsteps, she turned her head at him, nodding in greeting the male.
"Hey, you," he muttered, enjoying simply looking at her sitting there, wearing one of his shirts too long for her. Unbothered with his eyes on her, she motioned towards the coffee machine, wordlessly letting him know there's hot coffee waiting for him in there. Jerking her hand to drop the ashes of her cigarette in the ash tray lying on the table, she made room for him to sit down as well. She was a heavy smoker, the habit equally competing with her fancy for alcohol and him. Pouring himself a cup, he leaned against the wall behind her, lighting a cigarette of his own. In silence, they smoked, every now and then sipping the brown liquid, enjoying how the rays of the Sun flickered through the open window and the other's company. In mutual understanding, the words seemed meaningless.