ANOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS. I love this so much it is the light of my life and the fire of my loins, etc. Please rest assured that when reveals go up, I'm going to find out who you are and shower you with roses and kisses, or if you don't like roses and kisses, then whatever you want. BECAUSE YOU'VE GIVEN ME THE RIISA/NINO (AND THE AIBA/JUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I'VE ALWAYS WANTED AND IT'S THE BEST THING, THE BEST THING EVER. I woke up an hour ago so please forgive me if this comment reads like...well, a person who just woke up. But know that I love it, regardless of the coherency level. ♥
I wanted to copy-paste the bits that I adored but here is the thing, that would require me throwing 90% of the fic back at you. So I'll try and narrow down that 90% because I can't stop flailing about this fic. Somehow you have crawled into the recesses of my mind and written the Nino/Riisa of my ultimate dreams (that is, the Nino/Riisa of my dreams that is not porn, but that's a whole other thing altogether). In fact someone else who read this fic said "This would be Melissa if she were a fic." Good job anon. You have written me as a fic.
OKAY ANYWAY QUOTES
Naka makes an irritated noise, and Nino wants to take it all back. She sounds like too much trouble to deal with already. "I hope you don't think real life works like a drama," she says, and she drawls on about how Nino should properly introduce himself and he can't expect a girl to just say "yes" when she doesn't even know him and does he think she doesn't have her own life to lead and how did he get her number anyway?
THIS ENTIRE PARAGRAPH. YOUR RIISA SHE IS SHEER, SHEER BRILLIANCE. I love how she is so adorably get-up-and-go and all for the interesting things and so bubbly and peppy and snarky all at once. And her knack at reading Nino just makes me want to keel over and die it's so perfect.
What's up is that Matsumoto Jun, Class 3-C Student Council representative, and Aiba Masaki, Class 3-A resident idiot, have been going out for a good six months. A painful six months, as far as Nino's concerned, because once Jun finally gave in to Aiba's relentless tirade of affection (that's how it happens with everyone, Nino included), it's been nothing but springtime and flower petals and giant watery eyes and too-long limbs like the ones that Nino pretends he doesn't see in his sister's shounen-ai manga, starring Aiba and every single opportunity he has to bring up his gorgeous boyfriend, Jun.
AND THIS. Here's the thing: I wasn't expecting Aiba/Jun and I don't know if you've stalked my life or whatever but I LOVE Aiba/Jun so incredibly much, so when I saw it in the pairings section of the header I exploded a little bit. And then you bring it into the fic LIKE THIS!--"a painful six months," Aiba's tirade of affection because ISN'T IT ALWAYS, "springtime and flower petals and giant watery eyes and too-long limbs like the ones Nino pretends he doesn't see in his sister's shounen-ai manga"--holy shit anon, you've written my life. You have written my love and perhaps unhealthy obsession for BL manga into this fic. I bet you didn't know that. And if you did, we should probably be married or something of that nature.
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I wanted to copy-paste the bits that I adored but here is the thing, that would require me throwing 90% of the fic back at you. So I'll try and narrow down that 90% because I can't stop flailing about this fic. Somehow you have crawled into the recesses of my mind and written the Nino/Riisa of my ultimate dreams (that is, the Nino/Riisa of my dreams that is not porn, but that's a whole other thing altogether). In fact someone else who read this fic said "This would be Melissa if she were a fic." Good job anon. You have written me as a fic.
OKAY ANYWAY QUOTES
Naka makes an irritated noise, and Nino wants to take it all back. She sounds like too much trouble to deal with already. "I hope you don't think real life works like a drama," she says, and she drawls on about how Nino should properly introduce himself and he can't expect a girl to just say "yes" when she doesn't even know him and does he think she doesn't have her own life to lead and how did he get her number anyway?
THIS ENTIRE PARAGRAPH. YOUR RIISA SHE IS SHEER, SHEER BRILLIANCE. I love how she is so adorably get-up-and-go and all for the interesting things and so bubbly and peppy and snarky all at once. And her knack at reading Nino just makes me want to keel over and die it's so perfect.
What's up is that Matsumoto Jun, Class 3-C Student Council representative, and Aiba Masaki, Class 3-A resident idiot, have been going out for a good six months. A painful six months, as far as Nino's concerned, because once Jun finally gave in to Aiba's relentless tirade of affection (that's how it happens with everyone, Nino included), it's been nothing but springtime and flower petals and giant watery eyes and too-long limbs like the ones that Nino pretends he doesn't see in his sister's shounen-ai manga, starring Aiba and every single opportunity he has to bring up his gorgeous boyfriend, Jun.
AND THIS. Here's the thing: I wasn't expecting Aiba/Jun and I don't know if you've stalked my life or whatever but I LOVE Aiba/Jun so incredibly much, so when I saw it in the pairings section of the header I exploded a little bit. And then you bring it into the fic LIKE THIS!--"a painful six months," Aiba's tirade of affection because ISN'T IT ALWAYS, "springtime and flower petals and giant watery eyes and too-long limbs like the ones Nino pretends he doesn't see in his sister's shounen-ai manga"--holy shit anon, you've written my life. You have written my love and perhaps unhealthy obsession for BL manga into this fic. I bet you didn't know that. And if you did, we should probably be married or something of that nature.