#shishikura......my monolidded king......

[heroprose]

respite;

a/n. shishikura stannies i got you

ship. seiji shishikura x reader

summary. this is how it feels to love seiji.

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seiji shishikura does not fare well with grandiose displays of affection. 

he will not shower you in kisses nor sing praise close to your skin nor beg you into his embrace. no, he has a fair amount of dignity and these methods are nothing if not indecent in a public setting. it is ludicrous to think a side of him that would enjoy these acts would manifest, even for you.

he prefers you beside him instead, not touching but close enough that if he were to reach out, he could easily bring you into his arms. (not that he ever would, unless as a protective measure.)

rarely will he forget his place, but it does happen. seiji is profoundly emotive, after all, often swept up in his own passions and morals. there’s always something simmering under the surface with him; particularly in how he nurses grievances close to the heart and his tendency to upset people. 

he knows you don’t like it, but these are the sort of things he will not correct even in your presence. 

and they say he’s cold, uncomfortably contemptuous-- but you think it might be the other way around, actually. his blood runs unbearably warm and you know this well because you’ve cupped his reddened cheeks and you’ve held his callused hands. 

it is in these transitory moments where everything falls away.

vocal confessions of affection are only traded in these spaces, but otherwise, they are entirely wordless, wedged in all the crevices of time spent together. you hardly mind it though.

“i love you,” you will blurt at times.

he will eye you from the side, without turning his head, and you will see his gaze thin out in an attempt at interpreting your unspoken language. “what brought this on?”

“i don’t know.” you laugh, taking little offense at his inquiry. he doesn’t mean anything by it, you know that much. “looking at you, maybe.”

his fingers stiffen, grip on you becoming firmer. “ridiculous,” he will whisper dryly but as he does, he’ll turn his chin away, ears pink.

seiji will be hard pressed to echo it back to you admittedly, even more so in public environments, and that’s quite alright. it’s simply not how he loves you; and he finds there is abundant dignity in action in lieu. he compensates on the little things, the subtle things that you cannot applaud to. 

for one, he educates himself on the dumb interests that delight you and remembers your go-to order at the local patisserie. if you kiss him in thanks, he will frown, explaining hotly that he’s not vying for anything in return, that to do so would just be unbecoming-- but he’ll say all this whilst leaning in. it’s only faintly convincing.

and seiji’s not good at texting, for another, thinking that emojis will bring humanity back several centuries, but he’ll remind you to hold yourself high lest undeserving people start harassing you and you’ll poke fun at his formalities. (and he’ll let you, with only some low caliber of annoyance.)

that is how he’ll love you and for now, it suffices terribly well.