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[CN] Victor’s Endearing Date (Eng Translation)

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【Chapter 1】

Ding ding——

A faint ringing comes from beside my pillow, and I groggily reach for it, only to find that the mattress next to me has unexpectedly dipped a little.

I hear a soft, rustling noise in the darkness as if a force has passed over my chest. The next moment, the alarm clock suddenly stops ringing.

Victor: [takes deep air into his 104, like a breath, also a moan] …five o’clock?

Victor: It’s Saturday today. Why are you up so early?

A slightly raspy voice falls into my ears, and I open my eyes to see the hazy rays of dawn seeping through the window curtains. Memories of last night flood my mind.

I instantly snap awake, get up in one smooth motion, and turn on the desk lamp. The sudden brightness causes Victor to furrow his eyebrows, and then he squints at me.

Victor: What’s wrong?

MC: Why do you think I woke up so early?

Seeing him raise his eyebrows in confusion, I let out a slight “humph” from my nose.

MC: Look like CEO Victor has forgotten all about what happened last night. Shall I help you jog your memory, then?

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The night before. As soon as I return home after getting off work, I see Victor putting on his coat in the living room while I’m changing my shoes at the entrance.

MC: Are you going somewhere?

Victor: The Science and Technology Park investment project has been launched, and the partners have arranged a dinner party.

MC: Is it the investment project that wasn’t making any progress because of the land disputes?

Victor: Mm, there have been some positive developments later on.

Victor’s words are concise, but the slight inflection in his tone gives away his good mood.

During a casual conversation a few days ago, he mentioned the complexity of this case, comparing it to the challenges he faced with several major projects during the early days of his entrepreneurship.

And now, this project has made significant progress. Even though he may not say it out loud, he must feel a sense of accomplishment within himself.

MC: No wonder you were so busy and hardly home for several days.

Victor gives me a slightly amused glance and picks up a tie from the sofa.

Victor: The way a certain someone said that – it sounds like the lady of the house eagerly awaits my return home every day?

The teasing in his words makes me unable to contain my laughter. I stand on my tiptoes to work in concert and thread the tie through his shirt collar, tying it into a knot with familiar movements.

MC: Seeing how happy you are, I won’t eagerly await your return today. Enjoy your time with Lao Wei, Lao Zhang, and the others, and have a drink to your heart’s content!

Victor chuckles softly and taps my forehead.

Victor: [soft, indulgent laugh] Babbling nonsense.

Although he said that, he certainly did not think I was babbling nonsense–– because he really did enjoy his time drinking to his heart’s content and doesn’t return home until the early hours of the morning.

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Victor: [really trying his best LOL] MC, I am home.

The words that float from the foyer are spoken with rhythmic ups and downs, as if painstakingly emphasizing to make each word clear.

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I hurriedly walk out of the bedroom, and sure enough, I see Victor standing straight in the pitch-black foyer, his fingers continuously flipping the light switch on the control panel mounted on the wall.

There is not a single crease on his suit, and his hair is still in presentable shape. Despite so, the heavy darkness of the night is unable to conceal his misty gaze and crimson cheeks.

Victor: [flushed cheeks + “genuinely” concerned] Does the light not work?

MC: …you’ve turned on the light outside the front door.

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He responds with a faint “hmm,” and changes his shoes in silence, swaying as he walks leisurely towards the bathroom. Leaning against the sink, he begins to brush his teeth with one hand.

As I watch his swaying body and the steady hand while he brushes his teeth, I can’t help feeling perplexed and muttering in concern.

MC: Did you have too much to drink?

As if in response to me, he rinses his mouth the next moment and then waves his big hand, inserting the toothbrush directly into the aromatherapy bottle by the sink.

MC: …

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Before I can say anything, he has already walked out of the bathroom, naturally rolling up his tie and placing it on the bed head. Then he clumsily changes his clothes, stumbling here and there, and finally collapses onto the bed.

I’m at a loss for whether to cry or laugh as I moisten a towel with water. By the time I get out of the bathroom, I see that Victor has already sat up again at some point, tapping away at the phone in his hand.

MC: What are you doing? Let me wipe your face and go back to sleep.

Upon hearing my voice, Victor cranes his neck slightly, giving me a small smile.

Victor: [flushed cheeks + THE GIDDDIEST tone you’ll ever hear + equally giddy “mmmhhn”] We are going to France tomorrow.

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【Chapter 2】

MC: What did you say?

Victor doesn’t answer. The next moment, his arms surprisingly drop as he drifts off to sleep, leaning against the pillow.

MC: …was that drunken nonsense?

I sigh speechlessly and walk over to him with the towel in my hand. As I bend down, my eyes inadvertently catch a glimpse of his phone.

The screen is stuck on a travel app, and on the page is displayed the order for two tickets to France tomorrow at noon, with the names of Victor and I prominently shown as the passengers.

I immediately stand frozen in place.

…why would he suddenly book tickets to France? Is this some impulsive behavior under the influence of alcohol?

But he is Victor… he wouldn’t do something this outrageous, right? If he booked the tickets for a legitimate reason, maybe I should start packing the bags?

I stand there for a while, finding myself at my wit’s end, then poke the soundly sleeping Victor. As the late Friday night stretches on, I am caught in a prolonged dilemma as the late Friday night stretches on.

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MC: So, since you’re sober now, can CEO Victor provide me with an explanation?

As the dawn gradually brightens, Victor’s face alternates between light and shadow, and his gaze begins to wander as a rare moment’s capture. Even the tips of his ears are tinged with a hint of crimson.

Victor: [heavily blushing + seriously confused] So you’re saying I drank too much last night and then bought two tickets to France?

MC: Every word is true.

MC: Or else, why don’t I show CEO Victor the toothbrush stuck in the aromatherapy as the “evidence”?

Victor: [heavily blushing] …no need.

Seeing the battle of complex emotions on his face, my wicked thoughts surge uncontrollably, and I clear my throat.

MC: I thought that a certain someone would never do anything outrageous even if he had drunk too much.

MC: It’s truly surprising how CEO Victor manages to leave such profound impressions with whatever he does.

Faced with my teasing, his expression stiffens even more. I can’t help but laugh up my sleeves, and then I look at the time with a deadpan face.

MC: There are still five hours until the plane departs.

MC: Now you gotta tell me whether this trip is on purpose or an accidental act under the influence of alcohol?

MC: Should we cancel the tickets, lie down and go back to sleep, or should we get up and prepare for the departure?

His lips twitch slightly, and he lapses into silence for a moment.

Victor: On purpose and accidental, it’s both.

MC: Did the CEO Victor actually just give such an ambiguous answer?

Faced with my taunting, Victor doesn’t say anything to retort and instead kneads the space between his brows helplessly.

Victor: [soft chuckle + helpless sigh] This case has been time-consuming and very laborious. At the dinner table, the atmosphere was lively as everyone acknowledged that the current progress was worth celebrating.

Victor: And plus, a certain someone told me to have a drink to my heart’s content…

MC: Hang on, why are you blaming me now?

Victor: [helpless sigh] I didn’t blame you, nor am I shirking accountability. It was indeed my fault.

Victor: It’s just that, I did listen to your words and took them to heart.

MC: How come I wasn’t aware that you actually obeyed my words this much?

Victor: Well, now you know.

The corners of my lips involuntarily curl upwards for a moment, but I immediately restrain them so as not to weaken my imposing manner, stubbornly letting out a small “humph” through my nostrils.

Victor’s eyebrows relax a little.

Victor: In summary, this was the beginning of the accident.

MC: And the purpose?

Victor: En route to the dinner party last night, I received an email from my mother’s former student in France.

Victor: While tending my mother’s house in France, he stumbled upon something tucked away behind a cupboard labeled as “Confidential Document.”

Victor: Considering that it was her personal belonging, he asked if I wanted to pick it up in person or have it couriered to me.

My eyes widen in surprise. I didn’t expect the reason behind this incident to actually be related to his mother. Thereupon, I subconsciously restrain my attitude.

MC: I see… so, it was because you wanted to pick it up in person, right?

Victor: [chuckles softly] Not entirely.

Victor: You mentioned a few days ago that you would be finishing filming the program this week and wanted to find a place to rest for some time afterward.

Victor: I thought France would be a nice choice.

MC: Oh~~

I can’t help but lower the arms crossed over my chest and tug at the corner of the duvet.

MC: So it turns out CEO Victor still took me into consideration~

An almost imperceptible smile flashes in his eyes, causing me to snap back to my senses, and I pretend to frown once again.

MC: But that’s no reason for you to book the tickets without discussing it with me, is it?

Victor: Indeed not.

Victor: I originally intended to ask about your upcoming schedule after coming back.

Victor: I didn’t expect that…

Victor’s lips open and close, hesitating and not saying anything for a long time, as if he is unable to find the right words to summarize his actions from last night.

Seeing his rare appearance of looking defeated, I “kindly” take the initiative to fill in the blanks for him.

MC: You didn’t expect that you won’t be able to hold your liquor last night. And when you returned home, you imagined you had already discussed it with me, so you decided to book the tickets?

Victor: …

Victor: Although the wording is a bit off, it doesn’t deviate too far from the truth in general.

Victor: If you have other plans for this weekend, I can cancel the tickets.

Cancel the tickets? Are you kidding? It’s France! I agonized for so long last night before finally packing the perfect dress into the suitcase.

I glance subtly at the suitcase in the corner without showing any emotions, and let out a long, drawn-out sigh under his sincere gaze, dragging out a few sentences in a melodramatic tone.

MC: Humph, humph, in fact, I had originally planned to get a manicure this weekend first and then go to a scenic place to relax and unwind.

MC: But if I were to accompany you in France, I could reluctantly postpone that plan.

Victor: [knowing, helpless laughter] In that case, reluctantly get out of bed first for the sake of France.

Amused, Victor rubs my head before getting up and pulling open the curtains. The brilliant sunlight shines upon the head of the bed, creating a pleasant ambiance that makes me stretch my body comfortably.

MC: But why are you so prompt with your responses today? I’m really not used to it.

Victor bends down and neatly arranges the slippers that I unintentionally kicked away last night.

Victor: After all, it was indeed my mistake.

Victor: Naturally, I will make it up to a certain dummy.

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【Chapter 3】

The car drives through the grove of Sycamore trees on both sides of the road and reaches the end, where a peaceful little bungalow stands.

After the tiring journey of nearly a whole day, we finally arrive at Victor’s mum’s residence in France at 7 p.m. local time.

I hug the bouquet in my arms that we’ve bought on the way, taking a deep breath as I get out of the car.

MC: Paris~ the flavor of romance!

Victor gets off the car from the other side and takes the suitcase from the driver’s hand.

Victor: Why have I never heard you mention before that this place has the flavor of romance?

MC: We basically come here for work every time we visit. How could we possibly experience the flavor of romance?

Victor: So, can we say that my unintentional action actually contributed to a certain someone’s romantic experience?

MC: Just a reminder, CEO Victor. Don’t forget that you still need to compensate me for your unintentional act.

Victor: [chuckles softly] ...You have an excellent memory when it comes to matters like this.

As Victor speaks, he retrieves the key and slowly pushes open the door to the bungalow.

A touch of freshness wafts to us as we enter. The warm and tidy living room stands quietly in the evening glow, with the layout remaining exactly the same as I remember.

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[Tidbits]: MC calls Victor’s mum “伯母” (bómǔ), which is a polite term of address for your BF/GF’s mother, a term you’d usually use to address someone your mom’s age. !! weeping at how she embraces his mom with such love, even though all she knows is the stories she’s heard from him. 😭❤️

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MC: [calling out to him] Victor, where should I put the flowers for Auntie?

Victor: The vase should be placed by the window. You can fetch water from the kitchen.

He speaks while opening the circuit box and turning on the switch, then gestures toward me with his chin.

I walk over to the window and pick up the vase, then fill it with water from the kitchen before carefully arranging the fresh bouquet inside. As I do so, I murmur to myself softly.

MC: Auntie, I heard that Victor always brings flowers for you every time he visits. Some of the flowers this time were chosen by me. I hope you will like them~

I hear a peal of familiar soft laughter coming from behind me. Through the reflection on the window, I see Victor picking up a glass of water and approaching me from behind.

Victor: [that subtle laugh of joy––] It’s rare for a dummy to grow up so swiftly.

Victor: The last time you were here, you were so nervous that you were at a loss for what to do. But this time, you’ve even thought about your greetings in advance.

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[Tidbits]: Refresher – he is referring to his 3rd birthday date (Eternal Promise Date on EN).

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My cheeks turn red at being exposed like this, and I take a big gulp from the glass of water he is holding.

MC: Who said it was thought out in advance? I was just expressing my feelings in the moment!

There is a clear look of sarcasm on his face, and I hastily change the subject to divert attention.

MC: Where’s that document? Have you looked at it?

Victor: The email said that it would be placed on the coffee table.

We walk into the living room and see quite a large white envelope on the coffee table, with the word “CONFIDENTIAL!!” written in exceptionally graceful handwriting.

Just as I’m about to ask Victor whether he needs me to give him some privacy, he opens the envelope without the slightest hesitation.

A red-colored booklet catches my attention, featuring several cute little flowers as embellishments on the cover that encircle the cartoon-style font in the center.

My gaze is involuntarily drawn to the line, and I subconsciously read the words out loud.

MC: “Victor’s Growth Record During the Study Tour Program in France”?

In an instant, all the exhaustion from the journey vanishes, and I sit up straight in pleasant surprise.

MC: So, the confidential document actually turned out to be your study abroad record? Did you come to France for a study tour when you were a kid? How old were you back then?

Victor’s expression freezes as if he didn’t anticipate this to be the content inside the envelope. His Adam’s apple slides up and down, and he shakes his head in resignation.

Victor: I didn’t expect it to be this.

Seemingly sensing my searing gaze, Victor turns his head to look at me.

Victor: [helpless laugh] I can show it to you, so soften that “ferocious” expression on your face.

MC: Really? Victor, you’re so good!

Without waiting for his reply, I solemnly flip open the first page of the journal.

MC: “In commemoration of Vic-Vic’s first study tour trip. Mum’s adorable little gentleman has grown up~”

The adorable tone seems to declare her joyful emotion to the entire world, and I can’t help the smile on my face as I eagerly turn to the next page.

On the brightly colored decorative paper, the top right corner is marked with “Day 0 of the Study Tour,” accompanied by a paragraph of text and a laminated Polaroid photo.

MC: “When I heard that Vic-Vic was going to sign up for an art study tour, I asked him, ‘Why did you choose an art study tour?’”

MC: “He said in reply – because the study tour program to France only offered art, and he simply missed Mum.”

As I read this, my voice unconsciously falters for a moment, and a soft wave of ripples spreads to the bottom of my heart, causing my voice to slow down a little.

MC: “The first…”

Victor: [adorable awkward cough] You can just read it silently. There’s no need to read every single word aloud.

Fearing he might “strip” me of my reading rights, I immediately fall silent and continue to read with gusto.

The following pages are filled with bits and pieces from Victor’s study tour program, each accompanied by a laminated Polaroid.

The scenes captured in the pictures include many scenic spots, as well as many objects filled with significance–– such as a record player, flowers, certificates of achievement…

I read through the pages with exuberant interest. Even though the papers themselves are void of warmth, I seem to touch a tender heart within.

MC: I can’t believe how thick the journal is. Auntie must have put so much thought into it~

MC: And her writing is so vibrant and amusing, unlike a certain someone who wore a poker face all day long––

Victor: Indeed. The “certain someone” you’re referring to used to have a poker face as a kid too.

Victor: But it’s still better than being a dummy since childhood.

Victor arches his eyebrows, wearing a righteous expression. I click my tongue in dissatisfaction and mutter under my breath.

MC: And now, not only does he have a poker face, but he’s also become sharp-tongued, nothing like the “adorable little gentleman” depicted in Auntie’s writing.

MC: I seriously suspect that these three words are Auntie’s “mum filter”!

Victor nods slightly, not offering any rebuttal.

Victor: It’s unusual for you to be correct for once.

Victor: [that loving tone––] It’s true. In my memory, besides her, no one ever used “adorable” to describe me.

MC: Humph, I knew it…

I flip to the next page complacently, only to be smacked in the face by the Polaroid that greets my eyes in the next second.

MC: SO CUTE!!

Little Victor, wearing a flower garland and a crown on his head, is looking into the camera, his big eyes sparkling with pure brilliance.

His chubby cheeks still retain a childlike innocence, but the mature expression and demeanor of a little adult that seems inharmonious reveal a glimpse of his appearance today.

I impatiently turn my attention to the accompanying text, and through the concise words, I learn the story behind this Polaroid––

MC: Wow! This sensible little gentleman participated in an art knowledge quiz competition and won two concert tickets for Auntie.

Victor purses the corners of his attractive lips, seemingly deep in thought about that distant past in his mind, and a glimmer of tenderness flickers in his eyes.

Victor: Mm, I remember this incident distinctly. At that time, she happened to want to attend this music concert, that’s why I participated.

MC: So, it turns out that a certain someone was already this earnest and refined at such a young age.

I lift my head, giving Victor a careful once-over as I purse my lips.

MC: Could it be that all successful entrepreneurs exhibit mature leadership qualities since childhood?

Victor: It’s not as overly dramatic as you’re making it sound.

Victor: [the way he says that asksjds––] Even a successful entrepreneur, when he was a kid, may accidentally knock down a certain someone’s sandcastle and make pudding for her to make amends.

I can’t help but burst into laughter, capturing a hint of teasing in those beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

MC: As wise men said, to err is human~

MC: At least Little Vic has been mature and sensible since childhood and didn’t give his parents much to worry about. We can say that he is their greatest pride, right?

Victor: Looks like a certain someone’s flattery business has expanded to me as a kid as well?

MC: It’s not flattery by any means!

The temperature of the spring night is still accompanied by a slight chill. Without realizing it, I take his hand in mine and point to the journal.

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[Anika’s Notes]: !! DON’T WORRY VICTOR WRITERS I SEE YOU GUYS!!! The oh-so-subtle reference to “Sweet Tangerine Date,” where she tried to ward off the cold from his palm as he reminisced how his mum would take him on long walks on the streets of France while holding his hand~ 😭

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MC: I can feel her overflowing happiness and joy from the snippets of her words~

MC: She must have been so very proud of you, which is why she recorded these little details with such satisfaction.

Hearing my words, Victor’s fingertips twitch slightly. His warm palm caresses my cheek, brushing away my stray hair and gently tucking it behind my ear.

I blink and lift my hand sincerely.

MC: So, I’m applying for a copy of this happiness and joy–– let me capture it with my phone and preserve it as a token of remembrance.

As I see his lips about to move, I immediately add another sentence.

MC: I advise you to think carefully before refusing. Don’t forget that you still need to compensate me, and now is a great opportunity.

Victor curls the corners of his lips. The warm radiance from the ceiling light dances in his eyes, making it impossible for me to take my eyes off him.

Victor: [extremely soft laugh] Who said I was going to refuse?

Victor: I just wanted to say that my plan for a “nice compensation” was originally scheduled for tomorrow. But now, it seems like it may not be necessary anymore?

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【Chapter 4】

I’m momentarily taken aback. Originally, it was purely a joke, but I didn’t realize that he really was mulling over how to “compensate” me.

My heart softens all the more. I can’t resist the urge to reach for his arm and press my cheek against his embrace.

MC: Never mind the compensation.

MC: Opportunities of such “without any plans or arrangements” travel are so difficult to come by for us. So, let’s just do something we both enjoy.

MC: Besides, as long as I’m with you, no matter where we go or what we do, it’s already the best arrangement for me.

I gaze sincerely into his eyes, observing them as they seem to be bathed in an increasingly gentler light, with varying shades of depth and brightness lingering within.

Victor tightens his arms around me, and the soft strands of his hair brush against my cheek. I feel him take a deep breath in the crook of my neck.

Victor: [that prolonged sexy, loving inhale––] Since that’s the case, how about we go and experience the “romantic flavor” of this city, as a certain someone put it?

In the end, Victor doesn’t specify how the next day will be arranged, but I have an incredibly peaceful night’s sleep regardless.

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The next day. He wakes me up early in the morning.

MC: Where are we going?

Victor: You’ll know when we get there.

Victor pauses, his gaze sweeping over my suitcase.

Victor: Wear that dress you brought.

My heart stirs, and ripples of anticipation surge within me. I promptly get out of bed and freshen up.

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After driving for a little over two hours, we reach a seaside town near Paris and arrive at a lively beach.

Taking a glance around, I see the azure sky merging seamlessly with the sea, and the golden sandy shore shimmers brightly beneath the sunlight.

After parking the car, we walk down the steps to a relatively gently sloping beach, where various colored sun umbrellas dot the shore, and vendors have set up stalls displaying a wide array of goods.

MC: The sea is so stunning!

Before I can even take a step toward the sea, I’m stopped by Victor.

Victor: Before you get all dirty playing around, come with me to a place first.

Victor clasps my hand firmly and walks straight to a stall in the section with the umbrellas.

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Looking in the direction of his gaze, I find that the booth in front of me is adorned with an array of colorful bottles and jars, displaying a variety of nail art designs on the table.

It’s actually a nail station!

My eyes widen, and a brief moment of confusion flashes through my mind. But in the next second, it all becomes clear to me, and I realize his intention for bringing me here.

“Get a manicure, and then find a scenic place to relax and unwind…” – this is what I had said to Victor as my “weekend plans” before we set off.

Thinking about the nonsense I cooked up off the top of my head at the time, I can’t help but feel guilty as I swallow.

MC: Di-didn’t you say that we were going to experience the “romantic flavor” of Paris?

Victor nods solemnly, and unexpectedly, a rare hint of apology is weaved in his expression.

Victor: I had initially thought that getting a manicure and relaxing by the beautiful seaside would be sufficiently romantic for a certain someone and would make up for her original weekend plans.

Victor: It seems that I was wrong.

MC: No, no…

I promptly try to explain, but as soon as I raise my head and meet Victor’s gaze, I catch a fleeting glint of teasing in his eyes.

MC: …you already knew from the beginning that my “weekend plans” were some nonsense I made up, didn’t you?

Victor: After all, a certain dummy’s expression was so complacent at the time, and the words “I finally caught you making a mistake” were basically written all over her face.

His righteous tone causes a surge of heat to climb up my cheeks and make them flush, and I can’t help but retort in a low voice.

MC: Since CEO Victor already knew early on, why did he still put so much effort into arranging all these?

Hearing my words, Victor smiles lightly. His voice is low, mellow, and gentle, but it carries within it an unconcealed indulgence.

Victor: I had already answered this question of yours long before our departure.

Victor: It’s because I listen to your words and take them to heart.

I’m briefly taken aback, with the sound of waves crashing and receding echoing in my ears. My heart is also influenced by the tumultuous sea, rising and falling in tandem.

Victor: Why is a certain someone dumbfounded? Does it mean she is refusing this “compensation”?

Snapping out of my reverie, I tuck away the waves of precious emotions in my heart and flash him a playful grin.

MC: That’s right~ ‘cause now I’ve thought of another way of “compensation.”

Without giving him a chance to reply, I firmly grab his hand and trot all the way to the seaside.

The surging fine waves roll to our calves, soaking the hem of my dress and the legs of his pants, making us both look a little disheveled within moments.

Though seeming a little surprised, Victor doesn’t break free from my hand.

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With a mischievous thought, I give him a strong tug, causing his slippery feet to stumble as we both fall into the shallow water waves, swaying as we do so.

The waves under the sunlight are not chilly, but rather embrace our bodies gently. As I watch the seawater splashing onto the tips of Victor’s hair, I find myself unable to contain my laughter.

He squints his eyes slightly. In the next moment, he suddenly springs to action, pulling me into his arms along with the crashing waves against my back.

The sunlight filters through the gaps in his hair, making its way into my sight. And his face, set against the backdrop of the azure sky, is incredibly dazzling.

Victor arches his brows, resting his forehead against mine, his deep voice revealing an absolute joy that cannot be concealed.

Victor: [you can actually hear the child in him] Is this your so-called way of compensation, or is it a punishment?

MC: Neither~

I lift my head up, bringing myself closer to his breath, touching and feeling the warmth of his body just within reach with insatiable yearning.

MC: I just want you to know that I don’t need any “compensation.”

MC: On the contrary, I find it endearing when you make mistakes.

MC: I like how, even when you’re drunk and can’t tell the switches on the light control panel, you still use all your willpower to go through your bedtime routine.

MC: I like that embarrassed and helpless expression on your face when you learned about your drunken actions.

MC: I like the way you think you “owe” me something, and I like how you solemnly promise to make it up to me.

MC: What I like even more is the way you treat everything related to me with utmost sincerity, no matter how big or small, and I like how you listen to every word I say earnestly.

MC: And like, even now, lying together with me in the sea, looking a little disheveled and rough around the edges…

MC: All of you, with all your realness and adorableness, make up the Victor I love in my eyes.

The roaring sound of the crashing waves reverberates. Fearing that he might not be able to hear my heart’s feelings clearly, I can’t help but increase my volume and articulate them out loud one by one.

Victor is taken aback for a moment, and the shimmering specks of light on the surface of the sea reflect in his eyes, mapping them with incomparable brightness.

Victor: Although these words could be suspected as the way to absolve your reckless behavior…

Victor: But I must admit, I am taken by them.

There is a pause in his tone, and his face under the gorgeous sun gradually regains its customary steadfast composure. A little playfully, he then elevates his intonation as if deliberately radiating a light-hearted and vibrant aura.

Even the corners of his lips and the arches of his eyebrows are adorned with an unmistakable liveliness and cuteness that cannot be concealed.

Victor: So, keep on liking me like this.

Victor: Let me remain this adorable in your eyes forever.

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[Anika’s Afterthoughts]

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alienaiver · 1 year

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Kaminari and 3? I love the colour theme of your blog! It's so sunny and happy

i gotchu my dear! and thank you so much 🥹🧡 i like that you think of it like that, that was the intention!! 🧡✨

number 3 is: "just please open your eyes" which.. took a heavy turn here 🫡

warnings include canon typical violence and wounds (no wounds are described in any detailed or gore-y way but they are still there and mentioned briefly) but dw, a happy ending and 1.2k words!

(this was also formatted and posted from my phone as i have flunked down on my gengar plushie and cannot get up. if theres any mishaps let me know and ill fix them on my pc tomorrow! 🥰🧡)

Kaminari whips his head around, a triumphant smile on his face as he searches for your hero suit's color scheme in the mess of settling debris and civilians. This is the first respond and rescue you both have officially been a part of as Pro Heroes and the overwhelming victory has Kaminari's veins buzzing in a way that he haven't felt like before. He might even feel brave enough to confess to you right now.

Now, where are you?

In more depth he takes in his surroundings. There's paramedics by their vans, helping civilians with their wounds and cuts, over by the setting sun there's his mentors talking to civilians who passed by, there's Bakugou crouched down by an unconscious person and then there's the media by the edge of the scene, trying to catch the scoop of today's events. Only one building fell down and that was the villain's doing. The debris around you is so small and dusty because Bakugou's fast reflexes and quirk prevented the falling debris from being big enough to kill anyone. Kaminari sure is lucky he's got so capable friends -- colleagues, he reminds himself with a cheerful glee.

Wait, rewind.

Who's Bakugou crouched over? He's checking for a pulse. Kaminari scrunches up his eyes to get a better look and his heart stops beating as time freezes. He thinks that his breath hitches but the second that the dusty air returns to his lungs, everything goes into overdrive. His heart beats faster than he thought was possible, sweat travels down his brow, his back and his hands feel sticky. Every muscle is begging him to move, to run.

So he does. He runs and screams and yells your name as loud as he's able, hurrying to be by your side. He stumbles and falls down on his knee and in the back of his mind he does register the scraping, the blood trickling but none of that is what he feels.

There's blood on your face. Kaminari can't see more for the paramedic hooking you to a machine. He pushes and pulls uselessly at Bakugou's arm and somehow, the brute lets him -- doesn't even reprimand him for accidentally scratching.

Did the debris hit you? Did the Tech Villain get a hold of you before Kaminari zapped and paralysed him? Someone grabs a hold of his arm but he can't tear his eyes away from you to look at who it is and what they want.

In a muted, underwater sort of way, he hears Yaoyorozu's voice as she starts fiddling with him, putting a mask over his face without kaminari flinching or moving to stop her. It seems logical in a situation that isn't, so he lets her.

At the hospital, the doctors have a hard time being allowed to check the cut on Kaminari's abdomen that's still bleeding and while Kaminari has always prided himself in being way more collected in serious crisis than his peers (which is a debatable feat according to you and Sero, but he digresses), he shamefully has to admit that a coffee table has been punched hard enough to break in blind rage. He refused to leave your side, so the doctors have settled on fixing him up as he looks at you from another bed they put in for him. Cruelly, his mind supplies the thought that he'll probably receive disciplinary action at the agency for acting out like this on his first job and creating trouble for the doctors and paramedics. He scoffs at the thought, eyes trained on you.

Someone is patching up a minor cut on his shoulder as he sighs out, "just please... open your eyes."

He's drained now. His battery's running on empty and the buzzing that's been going in his ears settle to a low hum so when he's asked to lie down on his stomach so that they can clean a wound on the back of his thigh, he simply does as he's told without a fight.

He falls asleep. Somehow, miraculously, he manages to fall asleep while fear and anger has him tossing and turning in his mind, drowning and burning, crying and yelling. His dreams are nothing comfortable, but they're not tangible either. He can't describe any of what he sees and hears in the dream to anyone, they're not coherent.

So when he wakes up with a startle, his eyes widening as tears roll down, he's surprised to feel a weight on his mattress that isn't his own. Slowly, almost fearfully, he turns his head to his left, where you're propped up, a fidget toy in your grasp.

He whispers your name, almost in disbelief and you look at him with a bright smile. Your head's still wrapped in bandages and he can see that you're connected to an IV you've dragged with you to his bed, but you seem... fine?

"Yo!"

The way you so casually greet him with a grin deflates him slightly as he lets his head fall back on the pillow. "You're okay?" he asks muffled half through the fabric and you put down whatever gadget you were fidgeting with and runs a hand through his hair, "are you? I heard from Momo that you've caused quite a stir."

"You were unconscious!"

"I got a concussion and passed out."

He looks up at you with furrowed brows, "they hooked you up to some kind of machine."

You can't help the snort that escapes you. You can tell he's anxious and from what Yaoyorozu has told you, he hadn't listened to anyone since he spotted you passed out.

"Yeah, because they couldn't assess the damage properly on site and needed to take precautionary measurements until I was brought here, you know protocol. All this has done is give me a giant headache and a free pass from writing reports for a few days. I'm okay, Denks."

He sighs as he snuggles close to you. You wrap an arm around him like you usually do when he gets cuddly and needy. Your heart is beating faster than you'd like to admit and hope he doesn't notice. He'd been so beautiful today on scene, fighting with confidence and brilliance. You wanted to confess when the battle was over.

No time like the present, right?

"Hey Denks?" you carefully ask, and he hums a reply but seems to exhausted to look up at you. You kiss the top of his head and feel him tense, "I'm in love with you. I'm sorry i worried you."

There's quiet for a moment, like time stands still. Then, he jumps to sit up, groan from the pain of his stitches -- though no less excited -- and yells out a, "really?!" with stars and hearts in his eyes. You can't help but laugh.

Kaminari's never been subtle, but you needed some time before you were ready. Then, he coughs into his hand and turns all serious and nods solemnly, "mhm. I mean, I appreciate the apology. Don't pull that shit on me ever again."

He tries to shake hands with you, face still pulled tight like he's doing business and you just laugh, grab his hand and pull him down so he's face to face with you, "I'll do my utmost, handsome." and then you kiss him. You both grin into the kiss before deepening it.

#i really hope u like this even if its not as sunny as my theme and my usual stuff bcos 🥺 how could i not torture the precious man just A Lit #tle Bit... 👌🏼#ALSO he is totally THE GUY to see you heard and immediately lose all the braincells. NO COHERENCY. UNTIL UR AWAKE UR PRESUMED DEAD #to see u hurt** i sm. so sneepy KSKSKSKSK #bnha x reader #kaminari denki x reader #writing game #nohr.writing #nohr.bnha #I AM PASSING OUT IN A MINUTE OR SO so rest will be monday/tuesday 🧡🧡🧡🧡#also: me turning on the pc to make sure of the word count real quick #my cat: goes absolutely BALLISTIC abt the fact that i gave the pc attention after being away the entire day (he was in the other room when i #did this) and came in to scold me #he has only mildly forgiven me bcos he got to be tje little spoon rn instead of gengar

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