#and by that i mean woah something other than selfship art

[slipperson]

what are these lesbians DOING!?

[poohbea]

Hey pooh. I saw your tags on ship your moots post. Would be really bad if I asked you about your selfship with him? I mean I love Suguru 😌😍 and I wanna hear about your selfship. Pls?

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏: 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐇 𝐗 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

ship name: poohguru (omfg how cute is that) trope: strangers to lovers/ work colleagues to lovers where we met: at my job (childcare) content: extra super duper fluff, cheesy shit, tattooed!geto, he's young here (maybe a few years older than I am), also this is my version of sugu - so deal with it hahaha

Now we know Suguru loves kids, but when he first arrived to work we were all a little shocked at how good he handled them. They often comment on his hair, asking to touch it and play with it since it's so long, something he doesn't mind all too much. Him and I were often paired together with the older kids, he just had a knack of keeping them under control, stern but reasonable.

He'd often keep them entertained with art and stories of his travels. Whenever he wasn't around they'd be so sad, they missed their favourite educator. I've got to say I was a little jealous, but I guess that's what helped cultivate our relationship.

It wasn't rare for us to steal glances at each other, playful teasing and banter included. We sort of became that iconic duo around the service, practically inseparable after a few months. He's mischievous in his tactics to say the least, using the kids as leverage for his flirting.

"You look pretty today, Pooh." He'd start, to which I'd respond with a suspicious side eye.

"Okay, what do you want." I chuckle while setting out the food for the afternoon.

"What? The kids were telling me how nice you look, so I thought I'd let you know."

"Gee thanks, Sugu."

And little by little he'd rope the kids into this little game. "Are you and Geto dating?" I'd get asked every second day, immediately searching for the man in question to find him staring right back at me while helping his small group with mixing paints.

"No." I reply, with the shake of my head, throwing him a playfully serious look. "Geto and I aren't dating, my love."

"Would you want to?" Was her next question, one that I didn't have answer to right away. "I think you like each other."

"What makes you say that?" I say finally breaking my staring match to look down at her.

"You're always together, and he said he likes you... like, like likes you." She giggles while looking back at him, thankfully he was focused on his art.

And it would go on like this for a whole year, pictures painted of us, jokes and playful teasing, until one day.

"Poohhhh!" A group of them yell as they run around the corner.

"Woah, woah, don't run on the pavement. What's going on?"

"Geto wants to talk you!" They had the most frantic expressions on their little faces, grabbing and pulling me out the door.

"Is he okay?" I ask, playing into their dramatics. They giggle and keep guiding me, all the way to the assembly hall, that's when I noticed the flower petals on the floor. "Guys..." I begin but they soon release me and bolt, disappearing around one of the classroom blocks.

So I follow this path of flowers, till I get to the doors, silently opening it. And when I tell you the gasp I let out, the gasp to match all gasps. There he stood, on stage dramatically under a spotlight that was conveniently lit, dress shirt half unbuttoned, sleeves rolled (just because he knows how much I love his tattoos) and bouquet of flowers in hand.

"Really?" I laugh, shutting the door behind me.

He smiles as I approach, offering a hand to help me up onto the stage. "Really." Was his only response.

We stood in a comfortable silence for a moment, before I placed a hand on his chest, closing the already small gap between us. "What's your plan now, Mr Geto?"

"Well, first to give you these." He hands me the bouquet, lilies, my favourite. "And next, I have a question."

With a soft sniff of the flowers I sigh, lashes fluttering as I look at him. "Ask away."

"You know, ever since I started working here I've had a crush on you, okay that's a lie it took a few months, you were a bit of a hard ass- ow!" I laugh as I hit his chest playfully, shaking my head with a smile. "Am I wrong though? Wait no I'm sorry!" He cowers as I go to hit him again, this time catching my wrist before laying a kiss to my palm.

"A real romantic aren't you?"

"It's a part of my charm."

"You're on thin ice, Suguru."

"Okay, anyway. Like I said, I've liked you for a long time and with this job and the kids and spending so much time with you, I might more than like you."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I love you, Pooh. And if it's not too forward, I'd like you to be my girlfriend."

"I think we're past forward, Sugu." I reply with a giggle.

"So is that a yes?"

"Yes, of course I'll be your girlfriend."

He can't stop the cheesy smile that forms on his lips, letting his fingers lace through my hair to pull me into a kiss.

And the rest is basically history, we got married three years later and here we are today.