#(because i totally don't have a suguru plush myself...not uh not me 🤭😋🥰)

[mrsoharaa]

"Oi" the sound of Barou's gruff voice stirs you from your gracious nap, fluttering your lashes slowly and lifting your heavy lids, you glance up to meet with a firmly annoyed 6'1 boyfriend standing before you snoozing on your shared couch.

"Barou? I thought you had practice today, why are you home so early?" you yawn quietly, rubbing what little disrupted sleep that had lingered in your eyes, away.

"Just finished, but what the hell is this? who the hell is that?" he sneers down at you, well, more specifically 一 down at your Geto Suguru plush comfortably hurdled up against your chest and hooked arm. You subtly follow his leering glare and giggle softly, rolling your eyes to his silly resentment (jealousy) for your plush.

"It's my plush, 'Rou, he's not doing any harm, it's my source of comfort, he's my comfort character...he helps me sleep" you imply, watching the furrowed (adorable) glare he had wavered over your snugged doll clinging to your chest. To which he sought was to be his place, and his place only.

"Helps you sleep? I'm your fucking boyfriend, hence I should be your only source of comfort, not some damn fake fictional character" he begins with twiddled jealousy lacing his steep tone.

"Which means I am the only one who gets to console you in any way" he abruptly leans forward to snatch the plush from your grasp, taking a revolting look over at the small doll before flinging it across the room.

"Hey! don't toss him like that, you jerk!" you yelp with arising anger surging through you, feeling your body being effortlessly lifted and handled in every which way before you felt the familiar heat of his larger body consume you from above. Stretched arms hastily drawing around your fidgeting body, face seeping into the open space of your comforting chest, holding you tight into his unwavering grasp.

"You don't fucking need him." he grumbles tiredly against your beating chest, saturating the relaxing warmth and delight your body radiated to him. Washing away any lingering stress from the day of relentless practicing and dealing with obnoxious pestering "donkeys" from the day.

You elicit out a hefty, agitated huff, glancing over to where he had chucked your comfort plush, gradually drifting back down to his nuzzling embrace he had warped around you.

You wanted to yell at him, swat him at the back of his arrogant, crude head 一 but with the way he was so endearingly snuggled deep against your chest, inhaling your sweet scent and drowning in your calming leisure...it was hard to ever say no to him when he became this affectionate towards you.

He must've had a long day.

You exhale a low sigh, leaning back adequately against the couch as you gingerly weave your fingers through the spiked dark tresses that crowned his head. The sounds of soft hums and grumbled "You have me's" almost makes you forget about the treasonous act he had just committed towards your Suguru plush. You glimpsed back over to where your plush had landed. drooped down against the wall, in a sad, lonesome display.

Almost.