And even after their reconciliation, things weren’t the same. Quite honestly, their marriage had lost some of its power when he had his long bout of jealousy. How many years will pass until he begins to be as carefree as she? How many years will pass until this insecurity stops following them like a shadow? A few months ago he was convinced that she was going to leave him even though she tried integrating herself in his life. He felt like he was living when his shorter other half was with him, pulling faces and shouting along. How many moments is he willing to waste? Even though she was clumsy and silly, he secretly enjoyed how she didn’t care being calm and collected she was living and he was alive. His pride ruined many things after all, he managed to waste six years of his life ignoring the girl he secretly wanted. For once, Kotoko had to hear his confession, no matter how much his pride told him to shut up. Even when he had the confrontation with Kamogari, he felt his nerves and heart telling him to shut up and go home. Of course, he wasn’t really affectionate he was easily embarrassed by public displays of affection. Yawning quietly as he resumed counting, Naoki wondered why Kotoko doubted his feelings so much. Pensively, he began to count the faint freckles that covered her cheekbones. Even if she made his life a tiny bit more difficult, she was worth it. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have left without her either. After all, she wouldn’t have gone to America if that meant he had to stay behind…he was sure of it. Obviously, Naoki was a major influence in her dedication, but she had this power to her that only she could possess. Studying her features, he began to wonder how on earth Kotoko managed to rise up to any challenge. Naoki was beyond grateful that Rika-chan moved in with her parents even though she fixed loose ends with Kotoko, he knew that Kotoko harbored the seed of doubt in her mind. At least he’d wake up to a less competitive and insecure wife. It’s going to be a hassle to wake up in a few hours, the twenty-three year old sighed mentally, placing his hand under his head, giving him leverage to look ahead. Viewing their alarm clock, he could barely make out that it was indeed… three in the morning. Looking around with nothing to do, he began to look at the sleeping figure next to him. The satin sheets easily slithered around his form as he lay on his side, facing his petite wife. Just thought of making something short to prolong episode 9.) (AN:Set the day after episode 9 from Itazura Na Kiss 2: Love In Tokyo. Irie Naoki watches his swollen-faced wife and wonders where the time went.
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