next victim is spyoflove! Amy! I did it! I played him, I love him. Unf. puddingbot!! Your commentary always makes me laugh, and your commitment to Hideki puts us to shame XD!! You offer some solid real life advice and I admire that- also! MY FELLOW SHIZUO FANGIRL! *glomps* it’s hard to find people who admire that hothead and not his counterpart, hehe! I love your writing and you were one of the blogs who inspired me to put my stuff up to, you’re a beautiful person inside and out! <3
Amy was finishing up the dishes after dinner while Hideki went to take a shower. He surprised her by coming home early from work, and she was walking on airs with the excitement of being able to spend a night nice together relaxing. Light jazz filled the kitchen as she hummed along with the tune on the radio, bobbing her head and swinging her hips slightly as she dried the plates and put them away. She decided to take a few more minutes to clean the entire kitchen when she heard the water still running as she put the final dishes away.
She was lost in her own little world, singing and dancing with the music, and she didn’t even notice him in the doorway. He grinned to himself as his eyes followed her. Her sweet voice carrying through the room, the silly way she danced along with the music as she wiped down the counters and cleaned the stove top. He shook his head, embarrassed for her once she took the broom handle, using it as a mic as she giggled and swept the floor. His smile returned when the song ended and she stretched one hand in the air with the long note ending the song.
The next song that started to play made him nostalgic. One of their dates that she got to pick where to go, had them in a swanky jazz bar, typically not his thing, but since she was happy, he was pleased to oblige. They’d gotten free drinks all night when the waitress mistook their celebration as their engagement, and Amy had gone with it nonchalantly, when all Hideki wanted to do was pay properly, his conscience almost getting the better of him until she flashed him one of those brilliant smiles. He could never win against them, and mentally justified the free service somehow. She’d surprisingly gotten him to loosen his image for a few hours, not much, but enough where he was smiling and enjoying himself more so than he’d originally thought he would. The night ending with her trying to persuade him to dance, just once dance, but he was definitely not intoxicated enough to indulge her quite like that. She resigned with a laugh, saying that him actually putting up with the bar was enough of a surprise in and of itself.
He chuckled as he snuck up behind her, stealing her hand and twirling her around. Seeing as they were at home, he felt a little more comfortable indulging his sweetheart a little beyond his normal means. She gasped and jumped at his touch, eyes wide and cheeks burning red as she bit her lip playfully.
“Caught again huh? You can’t just sneak up on me like that all the time!”
“If you were a little quieter, you’d have heard me approaching.”
“No one ever hears you approaching, you have ninja footsteps.”
She laughed at his frown, twirling herself under his arm and humming with the new song.
“So what’s up pudding cup?”
Hideki rolled his eyes he twirled her around once more, pulling her in closely and chuckling at her shocked response. He kissed her hand as he lead her out to the middle of the room, before pulling her close once more and swaying to the music. She looked up and him confused, and he couldn’t contain his smirk.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Perfectly fine. Why do you ask?”
“Because…you never want to dance.”
“In public no.”
He twirled her elegantly a few times and spun her out, before bringing her to his front once more, dancing perfectly in time with the song and making her eyes go wide.
“When did you learn to dance like this?”
“We’ve attended banquets and parties on occasion, correct?”
“W-well yeah, but you never dance like this.”
He dipped her backwards as he brought his lips dangerously close to hers.
“Just because I don’t, doesn’t mean I’m incapable.”
He stole a quick kiss before pulling her back up, swaying softly as a slow, more romantic song played on the radio. Amy wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at her husband, eyes darting between his before a grin pulled at her lips.
“So, pudding pop, what other sorts of secrets are you capable of containing?”
He stopped, raised an eyebrow at her as he lowered his glasses and looked over them at her.
“That’s classified information I’m afraid I can’t tell you.”
He smirked as he lifted his wife into his arms, kissing her passionately as he made his way to the bedroom.
“Although, perhaps a demonstration would be in order.”
That radiant smile he fell in love with years ago lit her face like it did every time, warming his heart as his smiled back and closed the door behind him.