Perking his head, the silver-haired idol spun around on his heels to face you with a gentle grin. "Good evening, Producer." He replied in his typical, regal tone of voice. "Haha, you're looking absolutely stunning today!" You blurted. You harbor a large amount of romantic feelings towards Nagisa, which is unsurprising. You're always with him, consistently rescuing him from situations with social interactions that Ibara had not yet prepared him for. "Ah, th-thank you," he stammered over his words, afterwards flushing red. "What brings you here today? Typically you are in your office at this hour." "I finished early, since I heard you'd be here and all—" you, unfortunately, had grown flustered at your own confession. "You came to see me?" His eyes turned starry with pure excitement, which looked wildly uncharacteristic for his appearance. "Yeah! I almost missed you." You laughed happily, taking his hands in yours. Grinning with childish excitement, Nagisa nodded his head eagerly. "I am thrilled you arrived! Please, let's converse elsewhere." "The cafeteria is open, wanna go?" You returned his excitement, practically bouncing up and down from pure bliss. "Yes, we should make haste." Declared Nagisa.
At the cafeteria...
You had seated yourself across from Nagisa at a small table in the cafeteria of Ensemble Square, admiring his cascading hair of shining silver. He eyed you for a brief moment, ruby hues alluring you unintentionally. Giving him a reassuring grin, you observed him. The idol quickly grabbed a napkin, folding it before laying it upon his lap.
You've never wanted to be a napkin so badly before.
Shaking off the thought, you craned your head to the left. A chef named Niki Shiina was on his way to the table you sat at, a cheerful smile on his features. "Producer~!" He sang, a short distance away from the table. He halted near your seat. "Hey, Niki!" Came your excited response. "Hello!" Niki happily said to Nagisa, who smiled evenly. "Greetings," replied Nagisa, his tone quite gentle towards Niki. "Are you the chef at this establishment?" "You got it," laughed the gray-haired boy. "And you're the very loyal idol beneath the Producer, right?" "Correct, you are. Quite the observer, aren't you?" Nagisa leaned into his palm, smiling with intrigue. "You could say," the sheepish Niki replied, setting a plate of spaghetti on the table. "Enjoy!" He called over his shoulder as he scurried off. "Huh? I was not done speaking with him." Nagisa commented, an adorable expression of confusion on his complexion. "Haha, Niki seems free-spirited, but I bet he's knee-deep in orders." You replied, afterwards eyeballing the spaghetti. It looked absolutely incredible, worthy of Niki's approval.
"Orders..?"
"Haha, Nagisa, they started to do takeout. You can order and get it delivered now." Explaining things to him felt as though you were coaching a toddler. "Ah, I see," he nodded his head, grinning happily at the spaghetti. "You first, my dear." "Woah. I like that nickname." You confessed without hesitation. "My dear?" Echoed Nagisa, one brow raised as he observed your reaction. "I will use it more frequently then." He added. "Please do," you replied smoothly before twirling your fork in the spaghetti. "We should go back to my office after this, if you aren't busy—" then you shoved the spaghetti-covered fork into your mouth. "Yes, I'm unoccupied," he twirled his fork, as he'd seen you do prior. "Is there something you wished to discuss?" After you swallowed, you shook your head a bit. "Nope," you confessed, observing Nagisa's expression as he tasted the spaghetti. He had a very delicate, reserved way of eating, yet even you could see his features contort with delight. You would be sure to tell Niki about this; it would certainly thrill him. "Do you like it?"
Upon swallowing, the eager Nagisa reached for more. "This is incredible! I'm going to inform that chef that I adore his work. Artisan." You began laughing at the chef's kiss that the silver-haired idol performed towards the food. In spite of his refined ways of eating, you could tell he was thoroughly enjoying this dish. As were you, the taste was incredible. The sauce was incredible, something about the spices that increased the flavor without it turning too powerful in tomato-taste stunned you. You resumed eating in his company, casually bantering between bites in the process.
At your office...
"How long has it been since you set foot in here?" You questioned. As Nagisa walked in, observing his surroundings, his lips tugged into a gentle smile. "Quite awhile. Certainly longer than intended." His silver ponytail swished about behind his figure as he craned his head to view the ceiling; lord knows why he was fascinated with it. Grinning, you showed him to the couch. Yes, your office has an entire couch. "Check it out." Ruby hues wide, Nagisa observed as you seated yourself. "This is wonderful," he seated himself beside you after you beckoned him with a pat of the cushion. "You've made so many improvements!" In an attempt to lay back, you clumsily slid to the side, resulting in you crashing into the idol's lap. Before you could scramble to sit back upright, he began patting your head. "Sorry, that was an accident." You confessed. "Oh, there's no need for you to get up," said Nagisa, his tone friendliest you've heard it in your year-or-so of friendship. "Unless you'd like to."
Haha, definitely not. If there was any place you'd dream of being, it was in his lap.
"Uh, no, I'm alright," your head rested upon his thighs, heaving a relaxed sigh. "I missed hanging out with you, man!" "As did I, your company is valuable to me." He confessed, face a vibrant shade of red as he peered down upon you. "Yours is beyond valuable," you shot back playfully. "You're amazing, Nagisa." "Haha, I'm helpless without Ibara's script for that.." he muttered. "Let's make a promise to spend more time together in the future, shall we?" "Sure," you grew starry eyed as you raised your pinky finger up to Nagisa. "C'mon, don't leave me hanging." With a playful chuckle, Nagisa's pinky curled around yours. "Then it is decided. Expect me here again tomorrow." He beamed at you, a perfect, toothy grin. Face heating intensely, you reached up to hug his head. "Come as many days as you can." Nagisa coiled his arms around you in return, caging you gingerly to his chest. "I will make sure to open spaces for you." "Same here," you then pat the back of his head. "Please look at me." "Oh? Do you have something?" Asked he as he leaned back a bit, peering down at you..
You cupped his face in your hands, inching closer to his lips. With yours about an inch away, you halted. He had time to reject, which you expected him to do. However, he snickered moments prior to tugging you into a kiss. A warm, delightful exchange. You shut your eyes, melting into his arms whilst kissing him. Oxygen? Forget it, all you wanted was to prolong the kiss for as long as humanly possible. Nagisa pulled back first, tenderly grinning down at you. "Was that what you wanted?" "Oh, yeah," you nodded your head, beaming up at him. "I love you." You confessed. "Well, uhm," he averted his gaze from yours, complexion entirely crimson. "I-I love you too, Producer—" "You can use my name, you know." "Name," he relaxed for a brief moment. "I love you too." "Does that mean I get to call you mine?" You asked, starry-eyed at the thought. "If that's how it works," Nagisa nuzzled into your neck. "Yes, My Dear."
Haha, Rinne owes me so much money for that stupid bet, now that Nagisa is mine, I'm gonna rub it in his damn face.
