TIMELESS

All the Small Things

"Sit the fuck still Hanagaki!"

"But it tingles!"

"You're being dramatic," Y/n scoffed as she flicked his head with her glove covered hands. His hair was currently sectioned off as Y/n held one of the strands in the back. She picked up the applicator brush once again, placing it at his root and brushing the dark dye downwards.

For some reason, Michi wanted her help dyeing his hair a more natural color and not the yellowish blonde he'd been rocking for years. She reluctantly agreed, but if she had known Michi was this antsy as he sat on the ground in front of the couch, she probably would have said no.

Y/n worked section by section until no more blonde was found, and cleaned up the mess they had made before she took her gloves off her hands.

"Leave that in for a bit then we'll rinse it off."

"Should I style it or something?"

"Nah just leave it be. You look cuter with your hair down," she shrugged walking off into the kitchen. Michi hummed as he picked up the tv remote and clicked it on, searching through the channels before settling for some sorta movie.

"Yo Michi, do you wanna go with me shopping later? I gotta grab some new stuff."

"What kinda stuff? I'm not that good with clothes so I won't be any help."

"Trust me, we know."

"Ouch," he muttered to himself before unconsciously reaching up to his head to scratch it. Y/n saw him from the corner of her eye, picking up her half drank bottle of water and tossing it straight at him. He flinched on impact, snapping his head towards her.

"What was that for?!"

"You were about to get black shit on your hand Aki," she frowned before walking back over to the living room and plopping down on the couch.

"Aki? You seeing someone and calling me their name?"

"No you idiot, Aki short for Hanagaki. If I were seeing someone else, I wouldn't be risking staining myself with your stupid hair dye," she leaned forward and flicked his shoulder.

"You're so mean," he muttered to himself. Y/n rolled her eyes hearing his statement before they sat and watched the movie for a little while. After a bit, Y/n checked the time and pulled Michi to the bathroom where she helped him rinse off his hair and wash the dye out. Grabbing a dark microfiber towel, she dried off his hair ruffling it a bit with the towel. Michi turned on the sink faucet and washed his hands scrubbing it to get out any dye he may have gotten on them.

Y/n looked at Michi through the mirror, the dark semi wet strands falling over his face. The dark hair made him mature appearance wise, and made the male even more attractive. His upper arms were slightly muscular and his hands seemed sorta big considering he wasn't as tall as some of the other guys.

Michi lifted his head up as he turned the water off, and found Y/n staring at him through the mirror, his eyes meeting hers in the glass. He turned around to face her, gripping her waist and pulling her to his body. He leaned against the sink as he kneaded his fingers into her hips, staring down at her face.

Leaning down with his eyes open yet low, he stared at her lips right before pressing his against them softly giving the girl flutters in her stomach. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she moved her lips against his, his grip becoming a bit tighter. Y/n let out a small whimper at the feeling of his hands on her waist, Michi using the opportunity to glide his tongue into her mouth. They kissed like that for what felt like hours before he pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting the both of them. Bringing a hand to her lips, he wiped his thumb against them before giving her a small peck again.

"Thank you for helping me. Lemme buy you something special ok?"

"Mhm. If kissing you gets me gifts, I guess I gotta tongue you down more often Michi."

He scoffed before playfully shoving her away from him and walking back into the living room and out of the bathroom. Y/n looked at her flushed expression in the mirror before turning the cold sink water on and splashing it in her face.

"Bitch you are not blushing get the fuck outta here. Nope not today," she turned off the water before shutting off the bathroom light.

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Michi anxiously tapped his foot on the ground as he waited for the jewelry consultant to finish wrapping up the gift he had picked out for Y/n. He had managed to slip away while she was trying on some clothes, so he could pick her something out as a surprise.

The consultant held the small bag out to him as he thanked her and graciously took it from her. Rushing back to the clothing store he left her in, he looked around before seeing her grabbing her bags at check out. She turned around making her way towards the exit and ran into him on the way out.

"Why'd you leave like that? I thought somebody kidnapped your scrawny ass."

"You're on a roll with the insults huh."

"It was a joke Aki," she rolled her eyes before she found her gaze on the bag he was holding in his left hand.

"What's in the bag?" She questioned as she raised an eyebrow. Michi looked down at it before hiding it behind his back.

"It's a gift for my mom. Gotta show my appreciation somehow."

"Yeah well maybe you can also tell her to stop shopping at Carters or Children's Place for you," Y/n smiled as she walked past him and out of the store.

"You're such a brat," he frowned as he followed her. They hit up a few more stores before heading back home, Y/n setting all her bags in her room. She sighed as she threw herself on her bed, Michi sitting at her desk.

"Y/n?"

"What's up Aki?"

"I lied," he said simply as he got up and placed the bag on her lap. She looked at it before pushing herself to sit up and gently undoing the ties on the jewelry store bag. Her eyes widened as she lifted the box, the Vivienne Westwood logo over top of it.

"How'd you-"

"You always wore it when I met you before. Plus I noticed all the cut outs on your wall," he pointed over to her vision board where she in fact did have pieces from Vivienne Westwood's jewelry collection cut out from magazines and onto the board. Y/n hid the small redness in her face as she kept her head down, opening the box.

Her eyes widened at the silver-toned plating on the orb necklace. She took it out the box carefully before holding it in her hands just staring down at it.

"Y/n?"

"Takemichi... no one's ever done some shit like this for me before..."

"And no one else will baby. Here lemme put it on," he gently took it from her hands. Undoing the clasp, he carefully put the necklace on, clasping it in the back. Moving back to in front of her, he took one of her hands in his giving it a reaffirming squeeze.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah... thank you Takemichi. I really love it," she smiled at him holding back the small tears she had built up. He smiled back at her, before leaning in and giving her a small peck.

"And I really love you. Now, all these clothes you bought you might as well give me a fashion show," he joked as he got comfortable in her bed. She scoffed before smacking him with a pillow, a smile still plastered across her face.