#sports boys beind domestic ahh

[loulikesyansim]

Itachi X Budo?

aaahh i was supposed to post this yesterday

anyway this turned out cuter than i thought

Aches

Itachi looked up from his phone at the sound of the door opening. He pulled himself out of his slouch and set it down on the nightstand.

“I���m home,” Budo called out.

“In the bedroom,” Itachi said, equally as loud.

Just a few seconds later, Budo opened the door and padded in. He sat down next to him on the bed, smiled, and leaned in for a kiss, which Itachi willingly gave.

“How was the tournament?” 

“Good, we won,” Budo laid down further and smiled up at him, “Tiring though. Would have been better if you were there.” Damn that smile. Every time Budo smiled like that it made him want to drop everything - his job, his classes - to sit through a few days of boring martial arts competitions just so he could see his boyfriend’s face for all of them. He didn’t care if it made him a sap, he just wanted his boyfriend to be happy. 

He sighed and absentmindedly played with Budo’s hair. “I wish I could’ve been there too. I’ll see if I can make it next time.”

He looked down and noticed Budo scrunching his face in pain. At some point, he had loosely curled into himself with his arms around his knees.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Itachi said, concerned.

“I’m fine, I just- some of the bruises and soreness haven’t really left - y’know?” Itachi did know. The pain from being on your feet, constantly playing or practicing, for multiple days straight could stick for days after a competition was over. That combined with pain from injuries, bruises, and getting kicked in the same spot one too many times usually made him want to retire into his bed and never move again.

“Anything specifically hurt?”

Budo paused for a second before answering. “My shoulder is killing me.”

Itachi winced in sympathy. “Do you need anything? Medicine?”

“Hot water bottle?” 

“Sure.” Itachi rubbed his shoulder one last time and moved to the kitchen. As the hot water bottle heated up, he grabbed some painkillers and a glass of water - he knew Budo would need them in the morning. He brought everything back and set the water and pills on the table. Budo reached a hand out for the bottle, and he handed it over. He carefully tucked it behind his shoulder and leaned into the warmth. 

Itachi sat back down on the bed slowly, trying not to move his boyfriend. He replaced his hand in Budo’s hair, suppressing a chuckle at the way Budo nuzzled into him. He picked up his phone and continued where he had left off scrolling. Budo shifted next to him for a bit, before settling down. The sound of Budo’s slow, even breathing compelled him to look over. Budo laid there, eyes closed with one of his legs tucked under Itachi’s and his arms pulled into his chest.

Itachi bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Love you,” he whispered, thinking Budo was completely asleep.

“You too,” Budo said, practically asleep, barely realizing he was talking or being talked to. As Itachi watched his boyfriend’s eyes flutter closed again he realized - he might be a sap, but Budo loved him for it.