You're Mine, and I'm Yours - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 On a rare day off when neither of them had any work to attend to, Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka could finally set aside their busy schedules and enjoy some precious time together. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the living room sofa and carpet. A movie was playing on the television, though neither of them was paying much attention to it. Half-finished drinks sat on the coffee table, while Luka comfortably leaned against Gakupo, holding her phone and occasionally scrolling through the latest messages. Gakupo reclined beside her, one arm resting naturally behind her shoulders. His long purple hair fell over his shoulder as he shifted slightly. He seemed much more relaxed than usual, his purple eyes occasionally leaving the movie to glance at the woman beside him, making sure she was comfortable. For him, an afternoon like this was already wonderful enough. There was no need to arrange a special date or search for somewhere memorable to visit. As long as he could be in the same room as Luka, even doing absolutely nothing would never bore him. “Gakupo.” “Hmm?” “Do you remember the qipao I bought a few days ago?” Gakupo lowered his gaze from the television. “I remember. Why did you suddenly bring that up?” Luka put down her phone, her eyes brightening as though she had just remembered something interesting. “I haven't worn it for you yet.” “That's true.” “So, I thought I'd go and change into it now.” Gakupo looked at her, a gentle smile appearing on his lips. “Of course. I'll be waiting.” With that, Luka rose from the sofa. Before leaving, she lightly squeezed his fingers, then returned to their bedroom with a hint of anticipation. Gakupo watched her go and couldn't help smiling. He knew that Luka enjoyed occasionally trying different outfits. He also knew that whenever she put on something new, she would carry a subtle sense of anticipation, wanting to see how he would react. And he had never been particularly good at hiding how much he adored her. As long as Luka was willing to stand before him and let him admire her, it was difficult for him to look away. A little while later, the bedroom door opened again. “Gakupo, I'm ready.” At the sound of her voice, he raised his head. The next moment, the man who had been lounging leisurely on the sofa instinctively sat up straight. Luka had changed into her new qipao. Its elegant, open neckline was tastefully designed, delicately accentuating her graceful figure and giving her an understated yet captivating charm. She wasn't striking a deliberate pose. She simply stood a short distance away, her hands gently clasped together as she looked at him with a touch of shyness. “Well? What do you think?” Gakupo didn't answer immediately. He simply gazed at her, unmistakable admiration filling his purple eyes as the smile at the corners of his lips gradually deepened. Luka felt a little embarrassed under his gaze and instinctively tilted her head to the side. “Why aren't you saying anything?” “Because I'm considering something very serious.” “Something serious?” “Mm-hmm.” Gakupo slowly rose from the sofa and walked toward her. “Perhaps I should inspect every new outfit you buy from now on, just to make sure I'm prepared for how stunning you'll look in it.” Luka froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. “What are you talking about?” “I'm not joking.” He stopped in front of her and studied her carefully, his gaze so tender that she forgot every word she had intended to say. “You look beautiful, Luka.” This time, he didn't tease her. “It really suits you.” Luka's cheeks gradually turned pink. She had only wanted to show him her new outfit, but she hadn't expected him to compliment her so sincerely. Whenever he looked at her with such focused attention, she felt as though her heartbeat would inevitably quicken. “Thank you…” She answered softly before suddenly remembering something. With a mischievous smile, she stepped closer to him. “Then, Gakupo, what do you think about me wearing this outfit when we go out?” Gakupo's gentle expression paused slightly. “Go out?” “That's right.” Luka blinked innocently, deliberately pretending that the suggestion was nothing unusual. “Since we're both free today, we could take a walk nearby and get something to eat. Now that I've changed into it, why don't I wear it outside?” She spoke so naturally that she even turned around lightly, giving him a better look at the overall effect. Gakupo watched her in silence for several seconds. Then he smiled in a way that immediately made Luka suspect something was wrong. “Of course not.” “...Huh?” Luka's eyes widened. She had expected him to at least consider the suggestion, but he had rejected it without the slightest hesitation. “Why not?” “Because I've changed my mind.” “You just said it was beautiful!” “I never denied that.” Gakupo answered with complete composure, even reaching up to gently arrange the strands of hair resting against her shoulder. “Precisely because it's beautiful, I don't want you wearing it outside right now.” Luka stared at him for a moment before finally understanding what he meant. “Gakupo!” She laughed and gently pushed against his chest. “You're being far too selfish!” “Am I?” He leaned down slightly, bringing his lips close to her ear. His voice carried a playful teasing quality. “Then, would you consider indulging your boyfriend on his rare day off?” Luka looked at him, at the way he was clearly bothered yet stubbornly pretending otherwise, and felt warmth spread through her heart. She knew Gakupo wasn't genuinely opposed to her wearing clothes she liked when they went out. He simply had moments when his childish possessiveness slipped through, especially when she deliberately showed off her appearance in front of him. At those times, it became much harder for him to maintain his usual composure. And that side of him was unexpectedly adorable. “So, what exactly are you going to do about it?” Luka didn't step away. Instead, she lifted her face and smiled at him. “What if I insist on going out?” Gakupo didn't answer. He simply turned toward the coffee table, retrieved a ribbon he had kept in a drawer, and walked back to her. Luka watched him curiously. “What's that?” “A solution to our problem.” “What kind of answer is that?” She laughed as she complained, but her gaze remained fixed on his hands. Gakupo stopped in front of her and gently placed one end of the ribbon in her palm. Then he took her hand, his movements as tender as though he were inviting her to a dance meant for only two people. “Luka, could you raise your hands for me?” She blinked. “What are you planning to do?” “Just trust me.” There was no trace of force in his voice, only familiar tenderness and a hint of anticipation he couldn't quite conceal. Luka glanced at the ribbon, then looked back at him. After a few seconds, she curved her lips into a smile and obediently raised both hands in front of her. “Like this?” “Perfect.” Gakupo lowered his head and carefully wrapped the ribbon around her wrists. He didn't tie it too tightly. Instead, he gently connected their hands with a soft loop and finished it with a beautiful bow. The ends of the ribbon rested against the back of her hand, swaying slightly whenever she moved. Luka looked down at her wrists and couldn't help laughing. “You actually brought out a ribbon to tie me up.” “Are you dissatisfied?” “Not at all.” She raised her hands toward him, deliberately showing off the ribbon. “I just didn't know you had this kind of interest.” Gakupo laughed softly. “I didn't know you'd be so cooperative.” “Because I wanted to see what you were going to do.” “Then now you know.” He gently held the other end of the ribbon and gave it a slight tug, drawing her closer. Luka followed his movement. Before she could say anything, he slipped his arms around her and pulled her into an embrace. His arms encircled her waist, holding her securely. Luka instinctively lifted her head and met his gaze from just inches away. Gakupo's playful smile faded. His purple eyes remained tender, but there was something more profound in them now, an affection he was no longer trying to conceal. “Luka.” “Hmm?” He held her a little tighter and lowered his head until their foreheads gently touched. “You're mine.” He spoke softly, without emphasis or the slightest hint of a command. It sounded more like he was finally expressing the precious feelings he had kept in his heart, openly and without reservation. Luka paused for a moment. She gazed at him, the playful light in her eyes gradually softening. She knew Gakupo loved her. He had shown it through countless little gestures in their everyday lives: the way he naturally reached for her hand, the way his eyes always searched for her first in a crowd, and the way he made sure she was comfortable before thinking about himself. Yet whenever he expressed his feelings so directly, her heart still fluttered. She gently moved the hands connected by the ribbon, then lifted her arms a little higher so she could draw closer to his shoulders. “Okay.” She smiled as she answered. Gakupo's expression shifted slightly. “Okay?” “Mm-hmm.” Luka's voice was soft, but there was not the slightest hesitation in it. “I'm yours.” She paused, her cheeks growing pink, yet she continued looking bravely into his eyes. “And you're mine, too.” Gakupo was momentarily stunned before finally breaking into a smile. It wasn't the polite, restrained smile he wore around other people. It was the unguarded smile that only appeared when he was with Luka, filled with happiness and quiet satisfaction. He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Luka closed her eyes, accepting his affection in silence. When he finally drew back a little, she opened her eyes and looked at him with a mischievous expression. “So, does this mean I can't go outside today?” “I believe so.” “Not even to buy dessert?” Gakupo considered the question for a moment. “If it's to buy your favorite dessert, I might consider going myself.” “But I want to go with you.” “Then we'll discuss it after I've properly spoiled you.” Luka couldn't help laughing. “You just want to keep me at home.” “You caught me.” He admitted it without hesitation, drawing her closer into his arms. “After all, it's not every day we get to spend time alone together.” Luka's smile gradually softened. That was right. Today, there were only the two of them. No busy work schedules, no appointments they had to attend on time, and no troublesome matters demanding their attention. They could spend their time together, talk about silly things, tease each other over the smallest details, or simply feel content in each other's arms. She lowered her gaze to the ribbon still tied around her wrists, then reached out and gently hooked her fingers around his hand. “Gakupo.” “Hmm?” “You know, I never actually needed to go out today.” He raised an eyebrow. “Really?” “I just wanted to see how you'd react.” Gakupo looked down at her. After a moment, the smile on his lips grew even wider. “I see.” “So, your reaction was really interesting.” “Luka, have you been enjoying teasing me more and more lately?” “Because you always fall for it so seriously.” She laughed and buried her face against his chest, her shoulders trembling with amusement. Gakupo sighed helplessly, but there wasn't the slightest trace of genuine displeasure in his expression. He simply stroked her long hair and let her laugh for a while before speaking softly. “Since you're having so much fun today, I'll let you off this time.” “You're so sweet.” “Only today?” “Every day.” Luka lifted her face and added with a smile, “Especially when you're holding me.” Gakupo's eyes instantly filled with tenderness. He said nothing more. Instead, he gently untied the ribbon connecting their wrists, carefully put it away, and took her hand again, leading her back to the sofa. Luka settled comfortably against him, resting her head near his shoulder. “So, what should we do now?” “Finish watching the movie?” “But you haven't been paying attention to it at all.” “Because there's something much more interesting to look at.” Luka immediately understood what he meant, and her cheeks turned pink again. “There you go teasing me again...” “I'm simply stating a fact.” He smiled and held her close, letting her nestle comfortably against him. The sunlight outside remained warm, and the movie continued playing. Meanwhile, the qipao she had originally intended to wear outside ended up staying at home with her. This time, however, she didn't bring up going out again. When Gakupo lowered his head and softly asked whether she wanted to choose something for dinner together, she simply smiled, squeezed his hand, and voluntarily planted a kiss on his cheek. “Of course. But after dinner, you still have to keep holding me.” Gakupo gazed at her, his purple eyes filled with amusement. “Your wish is my command, my dear Luka.” She smiled and nestled back into his embrace, knowing that no matter how they spent this rare day off, it would become another precious memory. Because to them, the most precious thing had never been a special plan or an elaborate arrangement. It was the fact that, no matter how much time passed, they were still willing to reach for each other again and again, gently reminding one another during every ordinary afternoon: I'm here. And you will always be the person I cherish most.