Reverie

[Romano x Reader]

Warnings: None.


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It was like having fun in the sweetest of ways.

The brush grazed the canvas delicately, that anyone who stopped to see would get hypnotized. Eyes never leaving the elegant utensil to draw the most beautiful and alive images that were dancing in his head, now projected through paint and canvas. The paint itself glint vividly with the sunlight entering the room, it was like the paint had a mind of its own. However, Lovino couldn´t get focused at all. An accidental smudge across his face got nearly in his eyes, and he had it half-closed. And that was drastically subtracting his liberty to move his left-hand, which was holding the brush.

"Why don´t you switch it to your other hand, Lovino?" came the soft female´s voice from behind, bare feet making slight obvious noises that she was there.  "You are skilled with both."

Lovino closed his eye and exhaled. "How many times I have to tell you to knock the door before entering? That´s my question to you, [Y/N]..."

Soon, Lovino felt [Y/N]´s hands on his shoulders, like trying to gave him a massage. "If I did, you would answer no..."

Clever.

"It´s obvious I would not let you in. My art is more important than letting you come in." he scoffed and tried to wipe away the red smudge on his face. But the paint was already dry.

She was hurted, and her hands instantly retracted from Lovino´s shoulders. Then, she shook her head and stuck out her tongue in a childish manner to insult him. Of course, Lovino was childish in his own way also. And even if it wasn´t the great thing to someone else, it was for him. He got offended. "Wait for me outside..." he exhaled.

"No,no. I want to see you doing your work. Am I that distracting?" she mumbled, arms crossed.

Lovino smiled, but that smile went away just as fast as it appeared in his paint-stained face. Or it was another smudge across his lips? He couldn´t tell. He was just too enchanted with art that he could no longer differ between paint and his own facial expressions. "No, is not that..."

"Then was is it?" she asked impatiently.

"Having you right beside my art makes me jealous..." he muttered, cheeks going slightly red for a moment. Or, again, was it just paint?

"What are you trying to say, Lovino?" she eyed him suspiciously if it was some scrambled way of telling her to go away and he didn´t appreciate her anymore.

"...What I am trying to say is that..." he looked away, blush intensifying in his cheeks and spreading more across his face. "What I am trying to say is that..." his voice became a whisper with each word.

"...Lovino?" her impatience faded away and instead was replaced with concern. "What´s wrong...?"

"Wh-What I am trying to say is that..." he inhaled sharply and fidgeted. "That I get jealous that I will never be able to paint something as beautiful as you..." his last words came again into a whisper.

[Y/N]´s eyes went wide, cheeks getting red also and mouth slightly open. It was such a sweet compliment from the curse-filled mouth of the Italian. Who would ever think that he could say such beautiful and delicate words? Every time someone tried to talk heart-to-heart with him, he would just laugh and shake his head in a disapproving manner. Like if he never cared about other people´s feelings...like if  he was heartless... But, this just proofed otherwise.

He would constantly act in a rude and heartless manner to protect his really, really sensitive heart and mind. And, unfortunately, that was his only way.

"Oh, Lovi~! That was so, so, so sweet!" she cried and hugged tightly Lovino.

"Don´t...Don´t get any ideas, you i-idiot!" he blushed and looked away. Unconsciously wrapping his arms in a very caring and dreamy way. "It´s not like I love you or a-anything...!"

[Y/N] shook her head and laughed at the irony. "Lovi,"

"What?"

"We are married."