Japan x Reader - Head Over Heers In Rove

Japan x Reader - Head Over Heers In Rove

You stared in surprise at the boy standing before you. He stared back, just as surprised, his beautiful brown eyes gleaming like little jewels rolling around in a bright ray of light. To awaken yourself from the daze you realized you had been snared in, you blinked several times and then started to reach around, grabbing the dropped groceries. Shaking your head, you muttered an apology.

"No, prease, it is my faurt, prease forgive me," he insisted, reaching for the apples and other fruit that had rolled away from the embrace of your plastic bag.

You stopped. You looked up at him, blinking a few times again. "Um... what did you say?"

He looked startled. Suddenly, he clasped his hands like he was praying. "I am sorry! I am Japanese, and zhis is how I speak! P.. prease don't mind it!"

You were swift to say, "No, no, no! I-I-I don't care! Um... I really like how it sounds, actually. I think it's really nice."

You saw his cheeks turn slightly red. He reached up, trying to hide his face as he mumbled, "Werr, zhank you... I... er... here are your zhings..."

A smile spread out across your features. You took the bags he held out, shyly, and then stood up, putting the plastic things around your wrists to hold them easier. An attempt was made on your part to hide the amusement you felt. You adored the accent this boy had. You had always loved hearing that; of many accents you liked, the Japanese accent you loved the most.

"Arigato," you said, more or less teasingly.

The boy smiled a little. "Ah.. mondainai," he replied in Japanese. "I am grad I courd herp you. I am sorry for bumping into you rike zhat, zhough... I shourd have been paying more attention to what I was doing."

You shrugged and then said, "Well, if you had been paying attention, we wouldn't have stopped and talked. Well, obviously, we haven't talked a lot. You helped me out and I said thanks, and now we're here."

He nodded. "Indeed. Perhaps we courd tark more? M-maybe I can herp you check out, over zhere. It's zhe reast I can do."

You realized later that day that it probably would have been more polite to tell him it was fine, and that he didn't need to. However, you were too entranced by the guy's freaking adorable accent. Not only was his voice too cute, he himself was as well. His hair was smooth, shiny and deep ebony, falling down to his ears and sliding down the back of his neck. He had brown eyes and wore a long shirt, of which the sleeves fell down and mostly covered his hands. The bottom piece of his outfit was almost like a skirt, but you knew it was more of a robe than a two-piece set of clothes. Both pieces were green, the top one a lighter shade.

You almost got too distracted by this guy's looks to notice that he was watching you with curious eyes. He waved a hand in your face, calling lightly, "Herro? Are you arright?"

Sheepishly, you nod and then spin around, briskly heading to the register. You hoped your burning cheeks weren't obvious or seen by the boy as you walked away. You hoped that he would still help, like he offered, and that abrupt conversation-stopper wasn't the end.

"You know, it is much easier for me to buy from zhat Dorrar Store," came his voice, assuring he wasn't gone.

He stood beside you, his right sleeve just barely brushing your arm as you two stood there. You were in a Wal-Mart, and now waiting for the lady to come back to the cash register and start ringing up your stuff.

"Yeah," you agreed easily, puffing out a big sigh. "But I'm very picky. I need this stuff, or else I just can't enjoy it. So, um, what brings you here?"

"Do you mean America, or War-Mart?" he inquired, looking over at you.

The second those big browns met your (e/c) eyes, you felt like you were being gazed at by an angel. Mentally, you reprimanded yourself for being so girlish, but you couldn't help it. This guy was too cute.

"Um, both?" you blurted out.

He smiled a little. "Werr, I came to America to visit a friend in town," he replied. "But I am in zhis store because I want to surprise him. I am going to make a big surprise dinner! It wirr be amazing."

You giggled. "You're very confident in yourself."

He nodded. "I am," he said. "I am razher good in zhe kitchen. I rearned from a good friend. And what about you?" he suddenly asked. "How good are you at cooking?"

He shrugged. "I'm.. okay, I suppose," you mumbled.

"Werr, maybe I can teach you sometime," he suggested as inconspicuously as he possibly could.

The lady approached as you looked over at the boy, your eyes widened a little in surprise. "Really?" you asked, despising the light squeak in your voice that just sort of popped out.

"Of course!" he said. "I wourd be derighted to teach you how to be a better cook. How about we, erm... trade numbers, how you say?"

You beamed. "Of course!" you copied, giggling. "Here, um..."

It took a moment, but, after placing the groceries on the counter to be paid for and reaching into your purse, you pulled out a pen. You searched for some paper, but found none. At that moment, you remembered you left your cell in the car.

You frowned. The boy looked at you funny, wondering why you looked so confused.

"Well, I thought my cell was in my bag," you told him. "Where's your phone?"

Now it was his turn to frown. "I... don't have a cerr phone. Not wizh me, anyway. We courd... arways write on our hands, unress zhat is against zhe rures, or somezhing."

"Not really," you assured him. Carefully, you took his hand in yours, and then gently wrote down your number on his palm. He seemed a little flustered, and you wondered if he was okay. Suddenly, the boy shook his head, as if to shake away whatever distracted him, and then took the pen from you.

He then copied you, writing down his own number on your palm. You inspected it after it was written, and smiled. After paying for your items and getting the bags back in your hands, you turned back to the boy.

"My name's ____," you told him. "____ _____. What's yours?"

"Um... Honda Kiku," he said quietly.

Was there anything not beautiful about this guy?

"Well, it was very nice to meet you, Kiku-san," you stated solemnly.

He bowed to you slightly. "And to you, _____-san," he replied.

Later that day, you were sitting against the headboard of your bed, hugging close your fluffy pillow. You had gotten home, put up the groceries, and then ran to your room to sit and think.

While you did that, Honda was trying hard to understand just what he felt when meeting that pretty girl in the store. He sat in his bedroom with his older brother, Wang, frowning thoughtfully as he stared at his bowl of soba noodles.

Wang had been worried, wondering what was up with his brother. He chirped up, inquiring, "Hey, little brodher, what are dhinking about?"

"I met a girr," Honda replied, still lost in thought. "But... she had zhese eyes. I rooked at zhem, and fert sure I was harrucinating an anger! And zhen... she spoke, and it sounded rike a comforting spring breeze... Wang, what is wrong wizh me?"

The biggest grin appeared on Wang's face, bigger than Honda had ever seen before. He felt a bit scared as he asked, "Wang... why are you staring at me rike zhat?"

"You're in love!" Wang declared, pouncing up from his computer chair and throwing his arms out. He jumped onto the bed where Honda sat, almost spilling the bowl of warm noodles everywhere. He cried, "Honda, you have fallen in love! Wait, wait, wait, tell me about her! What did she look like?"

"Um..."

Honda reimagined his meeting with you earlier, but all he could imagine was your face on the body of an angel. Even then, you were shining so brightly, your face was distorted and blocked out. Honda slapped his hands over his head, forgetting his noodles. "Wang, I cannot remember! She... she had eyes, beautifur eyes, but... and..."

Wang laughed loudly. He slapped his little brother on the back and said, imitating his brother teasingly, "It rooks rike your head over heers in rove, Honda Kiku!"