#⏳ — lumi’s drabbles!

[seichira]

Hello can I request a nagi x reader shopping at the mall imagine pls❤️.

shopping with seishiro nagi.

✺ featuring : boyfriend!nagi x reader

✺ don’t say i didn’t warn you : you take your boyfriend out to shop and it’s one of the hardest things you ever had to endure. come on, it’s nagi. he’s a big baby. what did you expect, really?

“don’t wanna!” your six foot three tall boyfriend whines in the passenger seat, profoundly refusing to leave the comfort of the leather cushions now that you have arrived at the mall.

“what are you, three?”

“it’s so comfortable here. try it and see what i mean.”

you can’t help but glare at him because getting him to get out of bed was already taxing enough, and you were kind to offer to drive so he could take it easy on his day-off from practice, and now you have to basically drag him out of the car too?

“sei, i love you so much but you’re really starting to piss me off,” you say sternly and pull his arm to get him to quit staying comfortable on the seat.

“noooo. don’t wanna piss my pretty baby off.”

he groans while keeping his eyes closed, because he is just too comfortable. now that you held his arm, he tried pulling you to his lap to try and cuddle you instead, hoping you’d be open to the idea.

“baby, just wanted to stay at home with you today. to sleep… and cuddle… and sleep.. and cuddle! see! you’re so, so warm!”

whenever he acts like this, you are conflicted between wanting to just baby him and wanting to punch his face for acting like a baby.

most of the time, you give up and just melt into the cuddle he so adamantly offers you. but this time, with thanksgiving and christmas coming up, you really had to start shopping for gifts and getting cozy with your big baby boyfriend could wait a while.

you succeed in pulling him out of the car but as you enter the mall and stroll along the hallways, nagi just clings on to you like a koala on your back. he literally has his arms around your upper body and his nose nuzzled in your neck, effectively complicating the walking process.

“seishiro, people are staring.”

“mhm? that’s ‘cause you’re so beautiful.”

you roll your eyes because his eyes aren’t even focused at all. it’s either he’s closing them or looking at your face. there is no in between.

“stupid. it’s because you’re latching on to me like that. you’re literally a famous athlete, so there should be no surprise if we see ourselves at a headline. do me a favor and please be a normal person for once?”

“what’s a normal person do?”

“not walk behind me like that? just…” you grab him and get him to stand on your side. he complained but he made amends by holding your hand. you hummed satisfactorily, “alright, see. that’s better.”

“it’s not,” he grumpily disagrees, followed by “you’re a pain in the ass.” which earns another death glare from you, in disbelief that he was the one to say that.

when you finally get to actual shopping, you went to the women’s section first. you think of doing him one and let him sit on the bench nearby, but to your surprise, nagi follows along still holding your hand while you scan through the selection of clothes.

“look at this long-sleeved one. it’s gonna look good on ‘ya, i bet. try it on.” he has some suggestions, although he is so close to picking out everything and handing them to you because he thinks all the clothes around you would look good on you.

nagi misses you when you go into the fitting rooms and evidently pouts when the saleslady told him he cannot follow you inside. he waits impatiently with his lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed, but he beams and lightens up when you emerge wearing the outfits he told you to try on.

“beautiful. what a fuckin’ goddess. my super duper ultra mega gorgeous baby,” he grumbles before pulling you into his arms. you notice the saleslady looking away with her face blushing, but you just laugh it off because you’re too used to this.

when you both move on to pick out something for him, he does nothing. he lets you do it for him. look at his eyes and notice that there’s no thought going on in them, except him considering how the clothes you’d choose for him will also look on you.

he hums in his head and nods. yep, she will look good borrowing all these from me. she’s too pretty.

he has behaved well for the past couple of hours, but nagi seishiro has his limits. he just wants you on his bed snuggling with him as soon as possible. after he uses his card to pay for everything, he carries all the paperbags in his right hand while his left hand is on you. he’s excited to go home and relax.

but you say, “okay! time to buy gifts for our nieces and nephews! where shall we look first?”

the man deflates. “what?”

“what?” you blink up at him in confusion, and he found that really cute so he doesn’t have the heart to stop you from shopping more.

take note that he has no idea whether the toys he bought for his nephew are suited for his age nor does the clothes fit him correctly (don’t worry, they all turned out good), but he just did everything so fast to get you all to himself for the rest of the day.

note : i am in love with him.

[seichira]

[ 12:35 ] — 20th midnight of october.

��✩‧₊˚ your boyfriend comes home extremely late, after you specifically (and nicely) asked him earlier this morning not to be.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ some fluffy short scenario for rindou’s birthday!

with freezing hands caused by the intense cold winds outside, rindou haitani turns the doorknob to your shared apartment to finally get some heat in his system and cuddle up to his beautiful partner after a long day of tedious work.

the door swings open, and before he even gets to call your name like he usually does out of instinct, a huge pillow comes dashing towards him and although it completely takes him by surprise, his reflexes help him dodge the huge pillow.

“shit! what the hell?” he grumbles right before his eyes land on you, standing all alert in the middle of the living room, shooting daggers at him through your fiery eyes. not to mention one remaining pillow in your grasp that seems to be ready to be thrown at your boyfriend who should have been home before exactly thirty-five minutes ago.

he squints his eyes as if he is seeing wrong. “baby? what’s all this? why are you—” he takes a step to get to you but an especially loud yell stops him.

“don’t you dare come near me until at least one of my pillows hit you!” you fake throwing the pillow at him so he dodges again, so you say, “and don’t you even try dodging it or i swear to god, rindou haitani.”

you see, you are talking to a man who has evaded death hundreds of times. this man before you has been threatened, intimidated, and been held at gunpoint before. but he swears he has never been scared of anyone else but you.

before you came, nothing can make him stand there and just take a freaking bullet. he will do whatever it takes to save his life. but right now, as he is in front of the person he has only ever loved and the person who has got him wrapped around a finger, he closes his eyes and stands still while waiting for the hit of the throw pillow to come. and man, it did come.

he wants to laugh, though. because your threats and angry demeanor seem so bold but the throw you just aimed towards him had no bite. still, to satisfy his beloved partner, he acts pained.

“where the hell have you been?! and you have the guts to ask me what the hell, when i have been waiting for you since forever!”

still acting as if the pillow really hurt him, he slowly approaches you with a small smile on his lips that he uses when he wants to appease you.

“i’m sorry, baby. it slipped my mind and got too preoccupied in an investigation. i hurried home as soon as i remembered, though. hm?” he smirks and finally takes you in his arms.

you land a punch on his back but you do not dare break off the hug. “and you think that’s gonna make it all better, haitani? i see i have been too complacent with you, you think you can woo me easily!”

oh, he absolutely can. you talk so much but really, you love him just as much as he loves you. yes, he may give in to all of your whims, but you also cannot resist him to save your life.

“i’m sorry, my love,” he whispers and kisses your temple. “i’m here now, am i not? you really miss me that much? wanted me to come home early?”

you separate from him for a bit to face him eye-to-eye. “it’s because i didn’t want anyone to beat me to it. i wanted to greet you first but i guess ran already did, huh—”

rindou stops you with an, “oh.”

“oh,” you say right after. “you forgot?”

he nods like a clueless child, “totally had no idea it was even coming up, baby. ran is overseas so he hasn’t got the chance to bother me with it.”

all his life, he only ever celebrated his birthdays with ran. and he can’t even call it a celebration. his brother would just greet him casually and dap him up, then he will wake up to a cupcake with a candle on it. he doesn’t think he will ever get used to being loved by anybody else apart from his brother.

but here you are, looking up at him, giggling.

“does this mean i get to greet you first?”

he nods, “the privilege is all yours.”

you tiptoe and his arms are quick to wrap around your waist to help you up to place a kiss on his lips, a deep and loving one that officially demotes ran’s birthday cupcakes into second place. your kiss takes the throne of the best birthday present ever.

“happy birthday, rin. i love you.”

just when rindou haitani thinks he could not love you any more than he already does, you prove him wrong.

[seichira]

[ 12:00 ] — early birthday presents

ੈ✩‧₊˚ it’s the first of october and you just can’t wait to greet your boyfriend a happy birthday, which isn’t supposed to be for another three weeks.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hanma shuji fluff!

your dainty little fingers poke hanma shuji’s waist as soon as the clock hit midnight and your digital calendar by the bedside displays today’s date.

october first. it calls for a celebration in your book of things to do for hanma shuji to show your love.

“wakey wakey, baby,” you say in a sing-song voice but that doesn’t seem to be enough to wake up your heavy sleeper of a boyfriend. “wake up, shuji.”

your boyfriend lets out a low groan of complaint, which you shrug of since it’s better than nothing. you continue poking him until it turns into soft and playful tickles that travel from his side to his arms.

“wake up! you have to wake up!”

“damn it, doll. a man needs to get some sleep,” he growls, but you only smile because you know he has no choice but pay attention now.

“pretty please?”

“no.”

“shuji,” you fake a sob. “wake up!”

his eyes flutters open to be welcomed by your enthusiastic ones, and hanma thinks you better be thankful that you are too pretty for him to be mad at you for waking him up.

damn, he swears he’s grumpy but there is already a growing smile on his face because he can’t help but mirror your expressions when you’re this close to him he can feel your breath on his skin.

“so? hm? what’s the big reason for you to tickle me away from my beauty sleep? let’s hear it, it better be worth it, baby doll.”

you beam at him with a huge smile that doesn’t always necessarily mean trouble, but most of the time, it is the smile of someone who is up to no good, or someone who is just too in love with hanma shuji.

“happy birthday, my shuji…” you whisper softly, which you follow with peppering kisses all over his face but missing his lips on purpose.

“it’s not my birthday.”

you chuckle when hanma pretends he doesn’t understand why you’re doing this, but by the way his hands crawled to pull you in closer by your waist is telling you something else.

“well, it’s your birth month and i wanted to celebrate by greeting you. wanted to show you how grateful i am that you’re here.”

he frowns, but he doesn’t mean to. he just can’t wrap his head around how you love him. you met him when he was on the run as a fugitive, you fell in love with him even after he confessed every crime he has ever done, and you stayed with him when he was wishing he wasn’t alive.

now, he can’t bring himself to hate this life.

not when he can hold you this close. not when he has too much to love and protect. fuck his gang, fuck his abusive parents, fuck everything—he has you.

“this was what you’re waitin’ for, huh? that’s why you won’t go to sleep even when i’ve heard you yawn for a thousand times already,” he lazily says.

you nod eagerly, “of course! i won’t miss it for the world! we have to celebrate every day, shuji!”

“damn, woman. if you want to greet me that much, at least give my lonely lips a kiss.”

hanma shuji doesn’t wait to claim his gift. he leans to kiss you on your lips. he starts by placing three shallow kisses until he decides it’s not enough, so he pulls you in deeper by holding your face like it’s the most delicate thing in the world, and he kisses you deeply. hoping it’s enough to let you know that he is much grateful for you, even if you wake him up in the wee hours of the night.

“i love you, brat,” he adds after the sincerest kiss you have ever shared for good measure.