fxairywings

[fxairywings]

teaching kurapika english —

the bold implies speaking japanese 💞

kurapika sits at the small kitchen table, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he stares down at the open english textbook in front of him. you’re stirring something on the stove, glancing over at him every few moments to check his progress. his brows are furrowed, and the pencil in his hand taps rhythmically against the notebook.

“okay,” you say, turning down the heat and giving him an encouraging smile. “try this one: ‘the weather is nice today.’”

he frowns, his lips pressing together as he thinks. “the weather… is good today?” he finally says, his voice hesitant. his accent is careful, each word deliberate, and you can’t help but find it endearing.

you set down the spoon and turn to face him. “close!” you say brightly. “but instead of ‘good,’ we say ‘nice’ when talking about the weather. try again.”

his shoulders rise and fall in a small sigh as he picks up the pencil and scribbles something in his notebook. you hear him muttering softly before he speaks again. “the weather is nice today.”

“perfect!” you clap your hands, and the corners of his lips twitch upward in the faintest smile.

“it feels strange,” he admits, leaning back in his chair. “why not just say it’s good? it’s simpler.”

you laugh and walk over to him, sitting down at his side. “english doesn’t like to make sense,” you tease. “but you’re doing so well! seriously, you’re better at this than you think.”

he glances at you, a small flicker of amusement in his eyes. “you’re just saying that to encourage me.”

“i’m not!” you insist, nudging his arm gently. “you’ve got the grammar down, and honestly, your accent is cute.”

his eyebrows lift slightly, and he gives you a skeptical look. “cute?”

“yes, cute,” you say, grinning. “in fact, you should say something to me in english right now.”

he hesitates, his gaze dropping back to the textbook. “what should i say?”

“anything you want,” you tell him, leaning your elbows on the table. “but it has to be sweet.”

he exhales slowly, clearly considering his words. after a moment, he looks back up at you, his voice soft and deliberate. “you… make me happy.”

you feel your cheeks warm, his words catching you off guard despite their simplicity. there’s a sincerity in his tone that makes your chest feel tight. you reach out and take his hand, your fingers curling gently over his. “you make me happy too,” you whisper.

he tilts his head slightly, his gaze thoughtful. “did i say it correctly?”

“you said it perfectly,” you assure him, squeezing his hand. “but honestly, it’s not just about getting the words right. it’s about how you mean them.”

his expression softens, and for a moment, he seems to forget about the textbook, the lessons, the rules of a language that feels foreign to him. instead, his focus is entirely on you.

“then,” he says quietly, “thank you… for helping me.”

“always,” you reply, your voice just as soft.

the scent of your cooking fills the air, but neither of you move to check it. you stay there, hand in hand, the lesson forgotten as the moment stretches on—simple, warm, and unspokenly perfect.

[fxairywings]

✦﹗﹒◖📂，—

late night check-in : k. zoldyck.

- rain pattered against your window as the glow of the tv dimly lit the room. your eyes were fluttering closed, struggling to keep them open you got up from your seat on the couch and stumbled over to the kitchen.

you leaned against the kitchen counter waiting for the coffee to brew, you had drank at least 5 cups in the last couple hours and this would be your sixth. it was your only source of energy and nothing else seemed to keep you awake.

downing the last couple drops you set the cup into the sink feeling slightly more recharged, you were waiting for a certain someone to come home but he’s out later than you anticipated.

—

the familiar creaking of your front door alerted you that he was finally back, you shuffled your feet across the floor shoving yourself into his body.

killuas eyes crinkled as he gave you a small smile, holding your waist.

“ hey.. i’m sorry i kept you waiting so long. “

his thumbs caressed the apples of your cheeks as he admired your sleepy face.

“ it’s ok, you’re here now and i’m tired so please come to bed. “

you yawned grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, a blanket draped over your shoulders.

he only hummed in response, picking you up and carrying you off to your shared bedroom.

laying lazily in his embrace, you yawned once again before muttering a soft goodnight.

“ 'night y/n. “