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7. hug!
He wanted to hug her.
He really, honestly, truly, did.
The problem was, he didn't exactly know how. He wasn't used to going around and hugging people, like Korea was. She hugged him, all the time, sometimes because she could tell he was feeling down, sometimes out of nowhere. She would throw her arms around his midsection or is neck, and tell him nice, happy things and bury her face in his clothes and neck and such.
It made him happy, but he was never sure how to show her that. He was never exactly sure what to do when with her. He didn't really know. Was he supposed to hug her back? He'd be awkward, he concluded. So he was content with just letting her hug him whenever she pleased, until one day he overheard her crying worriedly to Japan that he never returned her hugs, nor did he ever hug her.
He bit his lip and sighed. Showing affection wasn't exactly his strong point. But he felt bad making her worry, too. He felt worse knowing she thought he didn't care. And even more so that he had made her cry. Why was it that he was so lost when it came to emotions?
That same day, he later went and found her in the kitchen, already having glanced around to be sure no one else was present. She was humming and cooking something in a pan; he didn't pay attention to it. He swallowed hard and quietly walked up behind her, which for some reason he had gotten unusually good at. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathed, and slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, not ceasing when she let out a small squeak and gasped. He buried his face in her hair, taking in the smell of flowers and other nice things she smelled like.
She seemed to have frozen in place, and they stood there like that, until she spoke, voice nervous and high-pitched.
No, nothing was wrong. No, nothing had happened. No, he wasn't sick.
More than anything, he was sorry. Sorry for making her cry, sorry for making her worry, and especially sorry he was bad at showing affection, and that he really did care for her.
She smiled and managed to turn around to return his hug, forgetting all about her cooking.
He wanted to hug her.
He really, honestly, truly, did.
The problem was, he didn't exactly know how. He wasn't used to going around and hugging people, like Korea was. She hugged him, all the time, sometimes because she could tell he was feeling down, sometimes out of nowhere. She would throw her arms around his midsection or is neck, and tell him nice, happy things and bury her face in his clothes and neck and such.
It made him happy, but he was never sure how to show her that. He was never exactly sure what to do when with her. He didn't really know. Was he supposed to hug her back? He'd be awkward, he concluded. So he was content with just letting her hug him whenever she pleased, until one day he overheard her crying worriedly to Japan that he never returned her hugs, nor did he ever hug her.
He bit his lip and sighed. Showing affection wasn't exactly his strong point. But he felt bad making her worry, too. He felt worse knowing she thought he didn't care. And even more so that he had made her cry. Why was it that he was so lost when it came to emotions?
That same day, he later went and found her in the kitchen, already having glanced around to be sure no one else was present. She was humming and cooking something in a pan; he didn't pay attention to it. He swallowed hard and quietly walked up behind her, which for some reason he had gotten unusually good at. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathed, and slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, not ceasing when she let out a small squeak and gasped. He buried his face in her hair, taking in the smell of flowers and other nice things she smelled like.
She seemed to have frozen in place, and they stood there like that, until she spoke, voice nervous and high-pitched.
No, nothing was wrong. No, nothing had happened. No, he wasn't sick.
More than anything, he was sorry. Sorry for making her cry, sorry for making her worry, and especially sorry he was bad at showing affection, and that he really did care for her.
She smiled and managed to turn around to return his hug, forgetting all about her cooking.
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