#ARA. A R A HOW COULD UUUUUUU

[txmxkis]

"how to marry me?" osamu murmurs in the morning light of your bedroom, voice thick & muddled with sleep.

you nod into his chest, mind still incoherent and not ready for the day yet. it was too early to think of anything.

and yet, silently, naturally, softly, your heartbeat spilled in syllables of three— o-sa-mu, o-sa-mu.

"i'm trying to take you off the market," you think for a moment. "officially."

"ya know divorce is a thing, right?" he radiates smugness. you roll your eyes.

"answer the question, 'samu. please." you kiss his collarbone briefly, making your way up his jawline to his chin. you're struck with how gray, hooded eyes sparkle & glisten in the sunlight before melting and shining anew. your pretty boy is carved from the finest stone, chiseled with care.

you fall back in love just looking at him.

"darlin'... ya don't need a tutorial on how ta marry me." osamu's kansai accent adds a disgustingly smooth charm to his words. "i love ya fer yer n' that's that."

you're already half-asleep by the time he whispers (like it was a secret between him and the room): "i'm definitely marryin' ya anyway."

and why wouldn't he with you? every touch you give him, every kiss you send his way sutures the pieces of him that he thought would never heal.

he knows that your love is beautiful. he knows what he has is extraordinary... he has you.

and osamu's never letting you go.

@txmxkis <3