Japan x Pregnant! Reader~Part One~

You are at one of Japan's world-famous festivals dressed in a red kimono that ends at your ankles and hugs your figure perfectly. On your feet are sandals that were kind of uncomfortable. You look up at the large drums set up in a high-ish tower, the drummers beating away at the great instruments. You spot one that seemed unoccupied and you, being the daredevil type when you were bored, slip off your sandals and climb up the tower until you finally reach the top. Nobody's here, but the giant drum. You run your fingers along the tight fabric to the drum before you lightly pound on it, making a good sound. You smile, satisfied at the sound and do it again, but harder, making it louder.

Suddenly there's a voice behind you that makes you jump, though it was soft and mellow.

"What are you doing to my drum?" He has a Japanese accent, obviously. You're in Japan... Duh.

"A-ah.. I'm sorry.." You apologize and blush faintly. Busted.

"It's aright." He steps forward and you notice he has jet black hair and soft, pretty brown eyes. He's dressed with the traditional blue shirt and white pants.  The shirt exposed some of his chest, that actually seemed pretty muscular for someone who looked so.. thin.

He catches you looking at him and smiled faintly. "Would you rike to rearn?"

"Huh? Learn what..?" You asked, feeling dumb the moment the question leaves your mouth.

He motions to the drum with a large drumstick that was literally just a thick, brown, stick. "The drum."

"O-oh.. You'd teach me?"

He nods and smiles gently again. "You seem interested in it, considering you crimbed za tower to see it."

You blush faintly. It was true. You've loved drums since you were little and always wanted to really play one. You finally nod once and he smiles again.

"I am Honda Kiku, by za way."

You nod once and finally returned his polite smile. "I'm (f/n) (l/n)."

"It's nice to meet you, _____."

You smile again and nod once.  

"Do you know the proper way to hord za drumsticks?" He asks and you shrug.

"Not really.."

"Werr, here.." He hands you the drumsticks and then holds your hands in the correct way. He uses your hands to beat on the drum and you blush faintly, not that he would see. You his your face with your (h/c) hair. His hands are warm though, and soft.

"Aporogies for touching you rike zis.. I figured it'd be better zan showing you and having to do it yourself."

You nod a bit. "It's alright."

You notice his cheeks turn slightly pink and smile faintly. You eventually get the hang of it, and start doing it yourself. He lets go of your hands as much as you dislike the fact, but you are having fun with it.

After a while, you stop. You don't realize you have a wide smile on your face until he speaks.

"You have a rovery smire."

You blush faintly, again, and look at him. "I do..?"

He nods a bit and reaches out a hand, though he hesitates for a second.

He very gently touches your cheek before leaning in to press his lips against yours gently.

That was the very first time you ever kissed Kiku.