You are cleaning your bedroom, vacuuming the carpet and dusting the furniture. Until you think you hear a sudden scream. You unplug the vacuum and try to listen. Is that… Kiku? Another scream, louder this time, makes you run downstairs. And there he is.
Kiku is sitting on top of the kitchen counter in a ball, practically hyperventilating.
"___-______-chan!" He cries stuttering your name, tears streaming down his face. "Kiku… what's wrong?" You ask in a concerned tone. Too scared to even speak, he just simply points behind you.
You turn around, finding the source that scared Kiku to death: A big, fat cockroach. "Eww…" You say as your nose wrinkles.
Grabbing the nearest object, which happens to be a telephone book, you slam the roach with full force. "Didn't need that anyway…" You mumble, assuming bug guts are probably everywhere underneath the heavy book. By now, the poor guy looks like he's having a panic attack.
"Shh… it's okay. The cockroach is gone now."
"A-are you sure?"
You reach a hand out and help him down from the counter.
"Don't be, you're safe now."
Later that night, the two of you decide to watch a movie on the couch.
"I love you."
You turn to meet Kiku's gaze. His cheeks look like they're on fire.
"I love you too, baby."
"… Can I ask you something else?"
"What is it?"
"Can we snuggle?"
~ 終わり. ♥