M-Marriage?

7% of relationships through the ages of 13-17 result in marriages. It may seem a low number, but statistics don't effect the likelihood of one marrying their lover during these ages.

It generally depends on the attitude of each person in the relationship. Both people need to have a mutual dedication and affection to follow through marriage.

I look at Kiyotaka. He is busy preparing dinner.

I don't want to jinx it, nor get my hopes too high.

But...

"I'll take it from here, Kiyotaka."

"Huh? Um, I can handle it myself-"

"I can't just sit here watching you do all the work, can I?"

"Well-"

"And you're a boy, and I'm a girl. Right now, our roles have switched."

"If you insist, I guess I can't convince you otherwise. But at least let me handle the vegetables."

"Then, tell me when you're done. I'll make you prepare the sauce after."

"Yes, madam-"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, Suzune."

I guess he still needs more time, eh?

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I wonder how we look like right now.

If someone were to observe us eight now...

What would they think?

That we are...

That we...

A-Are...

Nevermind...

"Don't you think we look like newlyweds?" he blurts out.

"Huh!?"

W-What?

"Let's say someone was to observe us right now without knowing our relationship status, don't you think he would determine that we are-"

"A-Are you stupid?! Do you want to die?!"

"I can't stay alive if I die."

"I know that much, idiot!"

"Oh, so you don't mind if I don't stay alive?"

"You know, sometimes you need to learn human behaviour..."

"I'm joking, I'm joking. After all, we can't marry if you kill me."

"Theres a knife in my hand.

"I solemnly apologize, Suzune."

"For real... especially when we're cooking, just what do you think you're blurting out?"

"Was it, perhaps, embarrassing?"

This person...

"Just keep quiet!"

"Affirmative."

Marrying this guy would be equivalent to burning yourself into fire.

It will be more painful as seconds go by...

Why did I fall on love with him...?

Why would I want to marry him...?

Life would be so much easier if I had not fell in love...

But again...

Life would be much less-...

"Huh, Suzune?"

I lean my head onto his shoulder.

"Kiyotaka, when did you start loving me?"

"Hm?"

"Was it as soon as I confessed? Or did it take time for you to develop those feelings?"

"Mm... it was when we first kissed, if I recall correctly."

"Our first kiss? So it didn't take as long as I thought it would be, huh?"

"Why ask?"

"Because I want to know more about you."

Though our relationship has gone on for 4 months, I still don't know Kiyotaka from the inside. I wonder how he is like...

Unlike the rest of the men, he is different.

Judging from how I've seen him thus far, he isn't a pervert, nor is he into lewd things.

He doesn't want to be in a relarionship solely to brag about being in one.

He doesn't talk about women in a way that they are normally talked about to others.

And he goes to lengths never reached by boys to make their lover feel happy.

Maybe that's how I fell for him.

Because I saw something in him that differs from the general behaviour of modern day boys.

To put simply, he is-

"Don't sleep on me, Suzune."

"Huh?"

"Whilst you were sleeping on my shoulder, I've handled my station and your station simultaneously."

"Oh, sorry." I quickly get off his shoulder, "Why didn't you wake me up earlier? I could've spared you from multitasking."

He stays silent, until finally replying...

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"Who knows?"

"Huh?"

"It may be because you displayed such a cute face, but who really knows?"

"Huh!? My face isn't for display, you know?!"

"That's unfortunate."

"Don't be ridiculous..."

"If possible, I'd like it to be my personal display."

"Compass?"

"Your face indeed is not for my pleasure nor display, I'm terribly sorry."

We've been through this multiple times, it has become a routine.

Though...

If he genuinely asked...

I guess... I wouldn't mind using my face as his personal display...

"Hahhh..."

What am I saying...

After eating our tempura, Kiyotaka offers to clean up.

Whilst he does that, I secretly open the white box.

"Good, it's still looks like new."

The 'thing' I prepared along with Kei is still standing. I guess all that worry was for nothing, "phew..."

"What was that?"

"E-Eh? You heard that?"

"What is inside that box anyway?"

I smirk, "Do you want to see?"

"Are you going to let me see, is the real question."

"First, get on all four and beg me."

"Huh...?"

"Go on, I'm waiting."

"What am I, a dog...?

"It's just a joke. After you've cleaned up, you will run five laps around the dormitory naked."

"I'd rather that to be a joke, to be honest."

"So you don't mind getting on all fours?"

"I do mind, but compared to running around the dormitory naked, I would rather perform the former."

"Then, you shall perform the former if you don't want to run naked at this time."

"Are you sure? If I refuse, you won't have me tasting the cake which I'm pretty took a lengthy time to make."

"Wait, what?"

"What's wrong?"

"You took a peak into the box, didn't you?"

"Oh, so I was right? It is a cake after all."

"Heh?"

"I never knew for sure, but the faint aroma around this room smells like some sort of cake, so I decided to pin my doubts on that assumption. Judging by that reaction, I'm guessing I was right, after all."

"You- quit toying with me!"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"And it was meant to be surprised..."

I was looking forward to see some change in his facial expressions at the sight of my Christmas cake... but I guess, I got my hopes too high... as usual...

"Let's start eating, Suzune. I can't retrain my urge to devour a piece of this any longer."

"Eh? I guess we should start then..."

We sit on the floor around the mini-table.

I open the box.

"Oh..."

"What is it, Kiyotaka?"

Does he like it? The appearance? The pure, white scream atop the seemingly soft, tender, spongy cake? The dazzling icing and the crimson cherries?

"It looks like the top layer of a wedding cake."

"I know right-... wait, what did you say?"

"I said, it looks like the top layer of a wedding cake."

"..."

"..."

Does he...

"Know how to keep things to himself!? "

"H-Huh?"

"Kiyotaka, let me tell you a something." I grab his ear and pull it towards my mouth, "Don't. Toy. With. A. Girl's. Heart."

"E-Eh?"

"Or don't speak at all, it's your choice."

"I choose the first option."

"Good, I would've stabbed your voice box if you said otherwise."

"Please don't..."

"Be grateful that I haven't already."

"R-Right... I'm at your mercy, Suzune..."

"Now?"

"N-Now what?"

"Eat the cake numbskull."

"Numbskull, huh? Then, I'll eat it. Thanks for the food."

He digs his spoon into the cake and inserts the spoon it into his mouth.

I wait patiently...

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"That's delicious." He widens his eyes.

"Isn't it? I spent a lot of time making it, after all."

"Yeah, I can definitely taste that hardwork. So you made this, eh?"

"Of course."

"Just for me?"

"Well, for both of us..."

"I see, thank you, Suzune."

"I-It's nothing much... really..."

"Nothing much? So you paid for this cake?"

"Of course not! Idiot!"

"Right, right."

"When will you stop, huh?" I mutter to myself.

"Mm? Stop what?"

"Just eat..."

"You don't have to tell me, I already am. It's so delicious, I can't believe you made this yourself."

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"Really?"

"Really."

"You like it?"

"I like it."

"You aren't lying?"

"I'm not lying."

"For real?"

"For real."

"That's good to hear..."

I smile... he seems to enjoy it.

I lean on my hand and watch him as he eats...

"Suzune."

"What?"

"I feel uncomfortable when I'm being watched whilst eating..."

"Too bad."

"I guess it is too bad."

I giggle, "You're funny, sometimes."

"Really? That's good to hear."

"Hey, Kiyotaka."

"Yes, Suzune?"

"Thank you, Kiyotaka."

"For what, Suzune."

I smile at him once again

"For everything."

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Tomorrow, I will spend my first day of Christmas with my boyfriend.

For some reason, the term boyfriend disgusts me.

It doesn't truly depict the love I have for him...

Hopefully one day, in the future, this term will evolve into something... bigger...

"Wedding cake, huh?"

How will this relationship go in years from now?

Maybe this ring on my finger won't just be a gift anymore...

And maybe I'll make this type of cake again... but next time... it will be a wedding cake.

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"This is really good."

Main account: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Diefeel

This will, unfortunately, be the end of writing in Suzune's perspective (for now), next time, I will start to write in Kiyotaka's perspective again (which I miss so much)

Maybe at the end of this fanfic, I'll write a wedding chapter? Lol

Thanks for reading!