#heavy sigh LMFAOOOOOOO FUCK im so behind but its ok *the world is on fire behind me as i write*

[aeonmnei]

— “i love you,” you croon, grinning widely as you look up at hajime. his mouth is twisted into that upside-down, half-disgusted, half-amused smile, his eyebrows furrowed. “you’re so handsome.”

hajime has to look away, taking a deep breath, then shoves the laundry basket at you. “saying ‘i love you’ and complimenting me will not get you out of doing chores,” he tells you firmly, but there’s a hint of laughter in it. 

you frown, giving him a dramatic huff as you take the basket. “fine. i won’t say ‘i love you’ or compliment you, then,” you reply seriously, not meaning a single word. 

hajime freezes, looking down at you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “now i know you don’t mean that, angel,” he says, his voice low. 

he’s just standing there, looking at you a bit worriedly, and you can’t keep the haughty look on your face any longer. you burst into laughter. “no, baby, i don’t,” you manage to say through fits of giggles. “i don’t mean it at all.”

hajime purses his lips, glancing away as he tries not to smile. “that’s what i thought,” he says finally, leaning down to press a kiss between your eyebrows, his hand resting lightly on the back of your neck. “so say it to me again.”

“okay, okay. i love you,” you say, still giggling as he gives you another kiss, this time on your cheek. “you’re the handsomest man in the world.”

you can feel him smiling into the kiss he places on the corner of your mouth, his thumb stroking behind your ear. “and i know you didn’t think i was joking. i saw the look on your face, haji,” you tease.

he rolls his eyes, giving you one last peck on the lips before gently patting the nape of your neck and standing up straight. “whatever,” he mumbles, taking the laundry basket back and bumping your hip as he walks away. “i love you, too.”