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[piftamere]

something real (wc : 1.4k)

secret santa fic for @eussstasss as part of the hq x reader secret santa by @/lale-txt, i hope you'll like it! i had fun writing it <3

synopsis : she asks her dear best friend, Suna Rintarou, to accompany her to her family Christmas party as her pretend boyfriend, too embarrassed to go alone another year. no ulterior motives.

content : suna rintarou x f!reader, fake dating, friends to lovers, fluff

divider by @nectardaddy

Year after year, the questions were the same.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Are you still single?"

"Are you ever going to bring someone home to your family?"

And every time she had to disappoint them, forcing a smile as she replied she wasn’t seeing anyone. She could see their own smiles drop and their faith in her weaken.

This year, she couldn’t take it anymore. Something snapped. Before she could stop herself, she blurted out that she'd have someone accompany her to the family Christmas party.

The moment the lie left her lips, she wanted to take it back, but it was too late. Relief washed over her parents’ faces, her mother rushing to the phone to give her grandmother the big news.

She couldn’t shatter their happiness now, not when she’d seen how much it meant to them.

A few weeks later, she was slumped over her best-friend's couch, face buried in a pillow.

"I still haven’t found anyone," she whined, her voice muffled as she groaned in frustration. "It’s tomorrow."

Suna leaned against the armrest, amused. ''You sure you tried everything?"

"Yes, everything."

"And now you’re giving up?"

"Yup." She replied, defeated.

"So… no Christmas?"

"Nope."

As she was blocking out the mocking snicker Suna was making, an idea struck her. A desperate, ridiculous idea. She turned her head just enough to look at him, eyes pleading, peaking over the pillow.

"Wait…" she began hesitantly. She sat up, clutching his arm. "Do me this one favor. I’ll owe you forever. Please."

He raised an eyebrow, almost sure he knew what she meant, his lips stretched into a mischievous grin. "What?" He wanted to hear her say it.

"Be my fake boyfriend. Please."

"Why not just tell them you broke up with your imaginary boyfriend?"

She groaned again, burying her face in his sleeve. "I can’t. I can’t deal with the pity stares or them thinking i made it up. Please Rin, pretty please."

He wanted to reply that technically, she did make it up, but her desperation must have struck a chord because, after a beat of silence, he sighed, "Fine."

If she’d had more time to think it through, maybe she’d have asked why he agreed so quickly. Maybe she’d have wondered about that smirk on his face. But with the clock ticking, she ignored the signs.

She was going to regret this.

The next day, they were standing on the doorstep of her childhood home, a freshly bought pie in her hands. She glanced at the front door, now having second thoughts, her stomach tying itself into knots.

As Suna reached for the doorbell, he suddenly paused, his lips letting out a mischievous chuckle. "Wait a sec," he said, stepping closer.

She shot him a curious look. "What are you doing?"

Without answering, he slipped his arm casually around her waist, pulling her snug against him. She flinched, nearly dropping the pie.

"Relax," he said with a playful wink, his smirk slightly infuriating. "We have to sell it, you know?"

His hand rested comfortably on her hip, like it was the most casual thing ever. She swore she could feel the warmth of his touch burn her skin through the thick fabric of her coat.

Her cheeks flushed, both from embarrassment and the sudden realization of how committed he was to the whole thing. "You’re enjoying this way too much," she muttered under her breath.

"You begged me for this, remember?", Suna replied nonchalantly, reaching for the doorbell with his free hand.

Before she could respond, the door swung open, revealing her mother who practically dragged them inside.

It felt surprisingly good to walk around the house, introducing her "boyfriend" to her relatives. The warm smiles, the approving nods and whispers. She'd almost fall for the act herself.

If only she could ignore the strange, fluttery feeling settling in her stomach every time she looked at him.

At dinner, he played his part a little too well. In the name of being believable, his hand lingered on hers as it rested on the table. She had a hard time getting used to the soft squeeze of his fingers when he leaned back in his chair, cracked a joke with her father or complimented her mother's cooking. She blinked, taken aback by how effortlessly he seemed to fit into her family, like he’d been part of it all along.

She caught herself stealing glances at him, feeling peculiarly shy at this unfamiliar, charming side of him.

After dinner, they gathered around the Christmas tree to exchange gifts. The soft glow of the lights, the scent of pine in the air and the laughter of her family made this moment feel all too real.

Suna turned to her, a small, neatly wrapped box in his hand. She wasn't expecting this. How had he found the time to buy her a gift? She was trying not to read into it.

"Here," he said casually, holding it out to her.

"You got me something?"

"Of course. I’m your boyfriend." he replied with a small grin.

Their fingers brushed as he handed it to her, and for a fleeting moment, their eyes met. Something in his gaze, something warm, playful, and maybe a little too sincere for comfort, made her heart thump loudly against her ribs.

It was becoming harder to remember this was all an act.

She tore her eyes away, focusing on unwrapping the gift in an attempt to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. Inside was a delicate bracelet, a thin chain with a beautiful charm that shined faintly in the tree's glow.

"So? Do you like it?" He asked, watching her reaction intently. He almost sounded nervous.

She nodded, "Rin… It’s beautiful. I didn’t think-"

"That I had taste? Ouch-"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, a smile still on her lips. "That you'd go this far."

Suna leaned in, his voice dropping just enough for only her to hear. "What can I say? I’m committed to my role."

Carefully, she took it out of the box. She was struggling to put it on, when he took it from her hands.

"Allow me," he gently wrapped it around her wrist and skillfully clasped it. His touch lingered on her skin, longer than necessary, but neither of them moved.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur, but her mind was far away. Every stolen glance at him, every playful touch, only made the knot in her chest tighten even more.

A little lost in her thoughts, she found herself by the window, gazing out at the snow-covered yard as she mindlessly fidgeted with the charm on her bracelet. The calming view was a welcome distraction as she tried to untangle the mess in her mind.

"Look what we have here." Suna whispered, coming up behind her, his voice tinged with mischief.

She turned, slightly startled as her eyes followed his hand pointing to the branch of mistletoe over her head.

"Seriously?"

"I don't make the rules," Suna replied, stepping closer. He shrugged, raising his hands in defeat.

Fed up with how confident he’d been all day, she sighed and tugged firmly on his sleeve. He stumbled forward, caught completely off guard. Now impossibly close, he stared at her, wide-eyed. For the first time since they arrived at her parents’ house, he was dead silent. She couldn’t help but savor the moment of peace.

Maybe for a moment too long, because the surprise was wearing off, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "What? Lost your-"

"Oh shush." she cut him off, her voice firm. Before he could react, she leaned up and kissed him.

His lips were still, as if the shock hadn’t quite worn off. But then he kissed her back, his hand coming to rest on the side of her face. His playful demeanor becoming gentle.

When they finally parted, her cheeks burned. His usually half-lidded eyes glinted with something she couldn’t quite name, something intense, real.

A little breathless, he spoke, "You said you’d owe me forever, right?"

Her brows knit in confusion, her heart still racing. "Yes?"

His lips quirked into a small, almost shy smile. "Go out with me. For real this time."

She stared at him, her mind reeling. And as she looked back on today and their relationship, that always seemed tainted by something a little deeper than friendship, she realized the feeling gnawing at her insides since this morning wasn’t anxiety, it was hope.

And maybe it was time to stop pretending.

[piftamere]

if it means something - atsumu x reader

synopsis : atsumu's her best friend, and maybe, one day, he'll finally be more.

content : friends to lovers, timeskip!atsumu, highschool!atsumu, flashbacks, fluff, alcohol consumption, suggestive.

wc : 2k

divider

It’s quiet on the balcony as she steps out, hugging her arms tight against her chest. Atsumu is already there, leaning lazily against the railing. He glances over his shoulder at the sound of the door, and a smile tugs at his mouth when he sees her. 

The breeze is crisp, brushing goosebumps along her skin, she shivers. The late afternoon sun catches in her hair as she settles next to him.

“Cold already? You’ve been here two seconds.”

She nudges his arm with hers. “I forgot how fast the temperature drops here.”

He offers his hoodie silently, she wrinkles her nose at it then loops an arm through his instead. “Better.” She sighs. No matter how comfortable she is around him, her heart still races, still burns, she wonders if he can feel it, if his is doing the same.

He lets her stay close, resting her head on his shoulder, like it’s a habit they never had to learn.

“I’ll never get sick of the view,” she whispers, eyes on the horizon, where the sky burns orange and pink above the city.

He doesn’t answer right away, just watches the light shift across her face. His gaze flicks back over to the horizon, “Yeah, it’s alright.”

She tilts her head up at him, quietly admiring his features. His hair, no longer yellow since she introduced him to toner in college, the small scar above his brow, from when he drunkenly swore he could do a backflip off the front porch of her house.

His eyes crinkle when he catches her looking.

“Quit starin’,” he mutters, eyes still ahead, but the tip of his ears turn pink.

“I’m just looking,” she says lightly. “Is that not allowed?”

“It’s encouraged, actually.”  

She leans in a bit more, teasing, but there’s a catch in her breath. “Really?”

Their eyes lock. He leans in too, just slightly. Like it’s muscle memory, like the sun setting on his balcony is asking them to try again. Her gaze flickers to his lips and back to his eyes, the pull between them unbearable. 

And then– 

“Holy– don’t move!” she hisses suddenly, eyes wide.

He freezes. “What– what is it?”

“There’s a spider in your hair!”

“HUH- GET IT OUT! PLEASE I’M GONNA DIE!”

She bursts into laughter, batting him away as he spins in a panicked circle, his arms flailing. The spider, long gone, never stood a chance. He slumps against the railing, defeated, and echoes her laugh.

“God,” He says, wiping a tear. “We were about to kiss, weren’t we?”

“Probably for the best the spider interrupted,” she chuckles, still grinning. “Would’ve been awkward, huh?”

“Yeah,” he replies, softer now. “’Cause, y’know… never happened before.”

She shoots him a look, fighting the fluttery feeling blooming in her stomach. “Tsumu.”

He raises a hand defensively. “Okay, okay. But, seriously… remember our first kiss?”

“Senior year,” she nods, looking into the distance. “In my parents’ basement.”

~~

A movie was paused in the background, forgotten. She sat cross-legged on the floor, hugging a pillow to her chest, like a shield.

“It’s just practice,” she whispered, trying to ease her nerves. “So I don’t look stupid when it really happens.” 

Atsumu sat across from her, legs stretched out and hands fidgeting in his lap. He nodded, too fast. “Right. Just practice.”

He was trying to act cool, passing a hand through his hair, but his voice cracked.

He shuffled closer. Her heart beat loud against her ribs. She took a deep breath, and put the pillow down by her side. His hands were sweaty and he didn’t know where to place them.

They both leaned in, hesitantly. Two kids unsure of the rules of the game they were playing. Their lips met, awkwardly. Too quick, too tense. The angle was wrong, uncomfortable. He bumped her nose.

“Ow–”

“Sorry!” he blurted, already pulling back. His ears went red.

They chuckled, nervous and breathless. 

“That felt… wrong.” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Round two?”

This time the kiss lasted longer, though still clumsy. His hand grazed her knee, she wasn’t sure if it was intentional. 

When they pulled away, the silence was overwhelming. They stared at each other for a long moment, blinking rapidly.

She broke the silence first, her voice uncertain. “So, I guess that’s it.”

Atsumu leaned back, playing it cool, though his face was flushed. “You’re welcome.” he grinned, boyish.

She groaned and threw the pillow at him, hitting him square in the face, grateful they could pretend it hadn’t meant anything.

~~

“Can I tell you a secret?” Atsumu murmures, looking almost shy.

Her brows lift, curious. “Sure.”

He hesitates, then mutters, “It might shock you, but that night in your basement… that was actually my first kiss too.”

She turns to look at him, eyes wide with mock surprise. “You don’t say.”

He groans. “Come on, at least pretend to be surprised!”

“‘Tsumu… I could tell.” She admits, her hand patting his forearm a little condescendingly.

His jaw drops, scandalized. “HUH?! Because you think you were such a good kisser??” He holds a hand to his chest, wounded.

She snorts. “No, but you were sweating bullets. And you looked terrified.”

A beat passes and they both burst into laughter, leaning against each other.

He recovers first. “Okay but you have to admit, I was better the second time.”

She rolls her eyes. “Hm, practice makes perfect.” 

~~

The bar was loud, too many sweaty bodies crammed into too little space. She only came because Atsumu asked her to. And she never said no to him.

She barely heard his plea over the deafening music. 

"Kiss me." His voice was low and urgent as he slid beside her.

"What?" She blinked up at him.

He looked almost panicked. "Please, my ex’s here." 

She started to turn, instinctively, searching the crowd.

But his hands landed firmly on her shoulders."Don't look. Quick." 

His eyes caught hers, silently begging, reflecting the colored lights hanging above.

There was no time to think, a quick breath, his forehead almost pressed against hers.

So she kissed him. It was nothing like their first. 

Warmer, hotter. More confident. One hand gently holding her face, the other gripping into the fabric of her shirt. It was soft at first, tentative. Then deeper, almost possessive.

When they pulled apart, her head was spinning. She searched his face, for a hint of what he could be thinking, but his expression was unreadable. 

She wanted to ask what it meant. But the moment passed, so she never did.

She moved away soon after.

~~

She narrows her eyes playfully. “What was her name again?”

“I have no idea.”

“Did she even exist?”

He rubs his chin and looks up at the sky, pretending to think about it for a moment. “Hard to say.” 

“I knew it! You sleaze…”

“You’re one to talk. What about Samu’s wedding?”

“Hey!” She protests, punching his shoulder. “You started it!”

~~

Going to his brother’s wedding alone seemed unbearable, but the thought of bringing just some random girl seemed even worse. 

He’d asked her last minute.

“My family already loves you. Please come with me.” He pleaded with big puppy eyes over facetime.

Still unable to refuse him anything, she agreed. She borrowed a dress, booked a train from across the country, and pretended not to be touched when his mom greeted her with a hug, like she was family.

So when Atsumu abandoned her before the ceremony even began, claiming best man obligations, she felt like an idiot.

“Osamu’s having a crisis, he’s a real groomzilla.” He explained, breathless, before disappearing behind a door. 

Before long, she was at his relatives’ mercy, being bombarded by endless questions regarding their relationship.

“Why aren’t you two dating?”

“You’re the only constant in his life.”

“He’s obviously in love with you, why else would he not already be married?”

By the time he found her again, the ceremony was done and she was exhausted. 

He’d traded his sneakers for dress shoes, his tie was loose and his hair was messy, like he passed his hand through it a hundred times.

He leaned on the back of her chair. “Hey,” he whispered in her ear, smiling, “wanna disappear?”

They took a bottle of champagne from the bar, sneaking away to a quiet courtyard behind the venue. The air was warm, and the stars barely visible.

A stone bench stood under a crooked tree, she kicked off her heels before collapsing onto it.

A few steps behind, he chuckled as he joined her. His tie was now fully undone, his jacket slung over his shoulder. He popped the cork with a grin, one that made him look eighteen again, and handed her the bottle.

“To Osamu and Rin,” he toasted, “and to you, for putting up with me.”

She grabbed the bottle from his hand and took a sip, tilting her head back.

“You clean up nice.” She pointed to his shirt.

He looked her up and down, something tender and warm in his eyes. “You look– fuck. Even with like two hours notice, you show up like this? It’s unfair.”

She hummed, pleased. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, you abandoned me.”

“My bad.” He huffed as he bumped her shoulder with his.

“Asshole.” She mumbled as her hand drifted up, brushing through his hair. 

His face was flushed–blame it on the champagne. His eyes fluttered shut when her nails scraped lightly against the back of his neck. His breath hitched. 

His lips were on hers before she could think.

Sudden. But not unexpected.

The kiss was slow, hungry, like all that built-up tension had been waiting years for this moment.

His hands settled at her waist, hers tangled in his hair, every second the distance between them grew smaller. 

They tilted over, too eager and too tipsy to stay upright.

Her dress hiked up as his knee drew higher, his jacket fell to the ground. His mouth slid along her jaw, then down her neck, whispering her name into her skin like a prayer.

“Am I interrupting?” Suna cleared his throat. 

Atsumu groaned loudly and immediately buried his face in her neck.

Suna, looking absolutely not surprised, was standing a few feet away. “You’ve got about three minutes to get your shit together. Best man speech.”

Atsumu flipped him off with one hand, muttering curses into her skin.

~~

Atsumu makes a face, sighing. “Cockblock of the year.”

“Maybe it was a good thing,” she says, laughing, but her voice is a little more shaky than she intends. “God knows what would’ve happened.”

He slumps against the railing, staring at the sky above, a frown on his lips. “I know what would’ve happened.”

She knows it’s a joke, it always is, but her heartbeat still quickens. In an attempt to slow it down, she deflects, giving him a playful shove. “Bad idea, we were so drunk.”

“I was barely tipsy. You on the other hand…” He points his finger at her.

“Hey! Do I have to remind you that you slurred all the way through your speech?”

“And you passed out in the back! I had to carry you back to your room.” 

“I was definitely asleep and not pretending because I was too lazy to walk.”

He laughs again, but this time it trails off into comfortable silence. Their shoulders are pressed together, she can feel the weight of his gaze before she turns to meet it.

Suddenly, she’s aware of every breath, every inch that separates them. Aware of how, despite everything, they keep coming back to each other, to this.

It's a good thing they’re not drunk now. Or maybe it’s worse, because the way he’s looking at her, clear-eyed and steady, is somehow more dangerous.

“Tsumu,” her voice is soft, somewhere between a warning and a prayer.

He watches her for a beat longer, then shrugs. “One more kiss can’t hurt?”

Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Her body moves before her mind, her reason, can stop her. And she hopes that if she kisses him now, it won’t be like the others. That this one will mean something.

[piftamere]

left unsaid - gojo satoru

synopsis : you tell him you love him for the first time and he freezes completely.

wc : 1k

tags : hurt/mild comfort, bittersweet ending, some miscommunication?

dividers by cafekitsune

a/n: i was in a weird mood and wrote this in class, so enjoy this little angsty fic :P idk if this has been done before but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️, gojo is so First love/Late spring coded to me

Satoru was sitting on the pavement in front of your house.

How long had he been there, waiting for you to come back out ?

Going over everything you said, everything he didn’t, everything he wished he did.

Replaying the "what ifs" over and over, his head in his hands, fingers entangled in the white strands of his hair.

You told him you loved him for the first time and he froze completely.

You must hate him now, he’s sure of it, how could you not when you bared yourself in front of him and he froze. He hates himself too. Maybe it’s for the best, you walking away now, before he can hurt you any more, before you hurt him.

It’s raining hard, he notices, he’s not sure when it started though, it must have been a while ago, because he’s soaked to the bones. But it’s far down the list of his priorities at the moment.

Satoru doesn’t hear the door opening, or the footsteps getting closer, doesn’t hear you call out his name. Everything drowned by the sound of the rain, by his own thoughts. He flinches when you place your hand on his shoulder.

“Satoru? What are you still doing here? You’re drenched…”

He’s staring at the ground, barely acknowledging your presence.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” You reach for his hand to pull him inside, but he won’t budge. His skin is ice cold. He turns to look at you, eyes filled with tears, and your heart sinks into your chest. He opens his mouth to speak but the words refuse to come out. He looks down, defeated, as he gets up to follow you inside.

He makes a few steps before stopping, his hold on your hand tightening.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, “I’m sorry I couldn’t say I l-” he chokes up, still unable say it.

You don’t turn around, not sure if you can stop yourself from crying if you look at him right now.

“I know, I’m sorry too.”

The sky is darkening, tiny droplets are starting to fall, you’re both laughing as you run hand in hand to your house. You spent the day together at an amusement park, stuffing your faces with sweets.

He stops a few feet from your door, circling his arms around your waist.

“Toru, what are you doing? We’re gonna be wet” you don’t try to get out of his grasp, instead walking closer to him as you chuckle, and he smiles fondly at you.

“It’s just a little water.”

“True...” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and tiptoeing to give him a peck on the lips.

He shakes his head no, grinning, “Not good enough, try again”

So you do, who are you to refuse your boyfriend a proper kiss?

As you pull away, you decide you’re ready to tell him what’s been on your mind for weeks. You take a deep breath.

“Toru?” he hums to let you know he’s listening, “I love you”

You wait for him to say something, anything, not necessarily to say it back, but at least to acknowledge it. Instead he freezes, like a deer caught in headlights.

Your arms drop by your side. “Toru?”

“I just...” he starts rambling, “I’m sorry, I don’t-”

You cut him off, you don’t mean too but you’re raising your voice now. “You don’t? Fine, forget I said anything Satoru.” You walk away, almost running, trying your best to hide the tears forming in your eyes, but the cracks in your voice betrayed you already. All he can do is watch you leave.

You’re both inside, in silence. You try not to think about what just happened, so you make him a cup of tea to warm him up, and give him a towel.

“I put sugar in it, just how you like it.” You're uncomfortable, not knowing how to act around him anymore.

The air is thick, you’re having trouble breathing so close to him.

“Listen I-”

“You don’t have to say anything Satoru, it’s ok-”

“Please let me speak”, he cuts you off as he looks up from his cup, his eyes are pleading, still red and puffy from crying. Caught off guard, you simply nod and sit down as far away from him as possible.

“Earlier when you told me… that, I wasn’t expecting it, it left me speechless. But I didn’t mean that I don’t care about you, because I do, you’re the most important person to me, I need you to know that.” His voice is hoarse, he looks so desperate, a tear rolling down his cheek. You want to wipe it, to comfort him more than anything, but you stop yourself.

“You can’t even say it out loud?” You can guess why it’s so hard for him, the last time he loved someone it ended terribly, still your heart aches, and you find yourself wishing he would just leave.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could... but the words get stuck.”

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to say it?” Your voice shakes.

“I don’t know. I think so?” He offers you a timid, hesitant smile.

He reaches out towards your hand, holding it like it’s made of porcelain, “I’m so scared of losing you.”

Satoru is your only weakness. You can’t stand seeing him so vulnerable. It’s impossible not to cave in.

So you do. You let him hold you, caging you in his arms, his face hidden in the crook of your neck.

He takes a deep breath in. “Did you just sniff me?” You chuckled.

You feel him smile against your skin, relieved to hear you stopped crying.

“Maybe.”

“Weirdo.” you whisper.

The topic is still hanging over your heads. You’ll most likely have this conversation again, soon, when you’re both strong enough to stomach it. But in this instant, you can feel each other’s heartbeats, your tears are drying and as the rain stops, everything is fine.

[piftamere]

looking after him - suguru geto

synopsis : you come home to a messy house after suguru looked after the girls all day, so you take care of him.

tags : suguru geto x gn!reader, fluff, suguru is tired and mushy, reader is called sweetheart

wc : 856

divider by cafekitsune

a/n : i don't know what this is, enjoy

there's clothes and toys laying in your path as you cross the door into the entry of your appartement. laughter and groans can be heard coming from the living room, as well as feet dragging on the ground towards you. you look up and see a disheveled suguru looking at you (like you're his savior, like he just came back from the war front).

suguru is standing a few feet away, his usually beautiful hair is a mess, he's missing a sock and he has pen on his cheek.

you giggle at the state he's in, as you walk over to him, dropping your bag in the entryway, and he drops the toys he had in his hands. they make a soft thud as they hit the ground.

"rough day?" you cup his cheeks, placing a sift kiss on the the corner of his lips. with your thumb you trace over the mark on his face.

"you have no idea." he grimaces, wrapping his arms around you.

you look up at him and your brows furrow. reaching up you pick what seems to be the arm of a dismembered doll planted in his bun. you hold it in between your faces, having trouble holding back your laughter.

"it's okay, you can laugh. i'm in a pitiful state."

"how did this happen?" you ask with a chuckle.

"i don't know." he mumbles, dropping his head onto your shoulder.

you wrap your arms around his back, rubbing soothing circles, "why don't you go take a bath, relax and i'll take care of it, hm?"

he hums against your neck, "okay."

he heads into the bathroom as you walk into the war zone that used to be your living room. the girls are in a pillow fort, you crouch down to their level. after some negotiating they agree to tidy up while you make them dinner, their favorite of course.

suguru can hear you humming along as you cook, he sighs as he sinks into the bath, so grateful to be able to rely on you.

not without effort, you manage to put them to bed. you're only half sure they're not pretending to be asleep but at least they're in bed.

you finish picking up what's left on the floor, there's stuff everywhere. no wonder suguru is exhausted.

speak of the devil, he walks out of the bathroom as you drop on the couch. he's rubbing his eyes tiredly.

he looks even more sleepy then before, he drops on the couch next to you. he kisses your temple, whispering into your skin "thank you."

"you're welcome suguru. they had so much energy..." you sigh, sinking into the couch pillows.

he chuckles, sinking next to you, "right? they drained me."

"was your bath relaxing?" you ask, voice soft.

"it was great, thank you sweetheart." he replies, his eyes warm with affection. "have you already eaten?"

"no i was waiting for you." you say with a gentle smile.

"good." he whispered, smiling softly

"don't move i'm bringing it to you." you say as you quickly walk to the kitchen.

you set the plates down on the table but before you can sit back down on the couch, two strong arms catch you, making you fall back against suguru.

you yelp as you land on top of him. "hey!"

he cages you in his arms. nuzzling his face into your hair. "i love you."

hearing his words you stop fighting back, melting into him. "i love you too."

watching you look after your kids, after him, made him feel so warm, so loved, he couldn't stop himself from squishing you in his arms.

"i don't deserve you." he mumbles, his voice filled with vulnerability.

"don't be an idiot, of course you do." you respond, your tone firm yet loving.

"i'm so grateful to have you in my life."

"when you're tired you get mushy, you know that?" you chuckle.

"yeah..." he chuckles too, loosening his grip on you.

as you eat he tells you about all the silly things the girls did in your absence, talking about them so fondly you know his former irritation towards them has completely disappeared.

it's in moments like these that you can see how much he truly cares about them.

"your hair is getting all messy again suguru. come here." you sit back against the couch, inviting him to sit his back facing you.

he obliges and you start threading your fingers through his hair, slowly untangling the knots. strand by strand, you braid his hair. it smells nice and it's still a little damp.

by the way his shoulders slump, you can tell he's falling asleep.

when you finish you gently hold his hand, pulling him up and leading him into your shared bedroom. you whisper, "come suguru."

he mindlessly follows after you. you bring him to the bed, and after changing into comfier clothes, you climb in beside him. you both slide under the covers, and he snackes his arms around your waist, laying his head on your chest.

"goodnight suguru." you whisper, gently kissing his forehead.

"goodnight sweetheart." he whispers back, and you both drift off to sleep, after an eventful evening.