shades of power!

satoru loved hearing himself talk. which was unfortunate for you. because once he started talking, he never seemed to stop.

today’s topic happened to be something about a movie he had watched yesterday. you had stopped paying attention five minutes ago.

“and then the guy looks at him and actually-“ 

you leaned over and kissed his cheek. satoru paused. “…anyway,” he continued. “then he was like-”

another kiss. this time a little closer to the corner of his mouth. he blinked. “are you listening?”

you nodded. “mhm.”

“good.” he continued. “so then-“

kiss.

his sentence died immediately. you tried not to smile. “what was that for?” he asks, pouty.

you shrugged. “wanted to.”

satoru stared at you for a second before continuing. “right. as i was saying-“

kiss.

“hey.”

kiss.

“seriously.”

kiss.

you could see him fighting back a smile.

“you know,” he says, trying to sound annoyed, “most wives let their husbands finish speaking.”

you hummed. “i’m not most wives.” 

he rolled his eyes. “obviously.”

satoru tried one last time. “so the movie ends and-“

you grabbed his face and kissed the tip of his nose. silence. he stared at you. you stared back.

“…forgot what i was talking about.”

you smiled. “finally.”

“don’t sound so happy.”

he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. “you did that on purpose.”

“did what?”

“made me forget.”

you smiled innocently. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

satoru narrowed his eyes. then immediately kissed your cheek.

once. twice. three times.

until you were laughing and trying to push him away. “okay, okay!”

“no,” he said, grinning against your skin. “i wasn’t finished talking.”

“you literally forgot.”

“details.”

he kissed your forehead. then your cheek. then the corner of your mouth.

“will you ever let me talk?” he asks.

you kiss him to shut him up, wrapping your hands around his neck. his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer. 

“okay i would actually rather kiss you than talk.” he smiles and pecks your lips.

you grin and smush his cheeks. “cuteness aggression….”

bestfriend!ony x black reader

"Does this make my ass look fat?" you ask your best friend as you turn in the mirror. He lifts his head from his phone. You had once again dragged Ony out to shop with you. A task her swears he hated but secretly loved for moments just like this. He tilts his head slightly as his tongue darts across his lips. Then without hesitation.. "Absolutely." You snap your head to look at him. "Ony, stop fucking playing with me." you snip before turning back to the mirror. "I mean, shit you asked. I gave you an honest answer." You look yourself over again. It wasn't like he was wrong. That was the whole point of you buying the pants to begin with. "You know I'm right. Now gone and get 'em. Matter of fact get a few more." he smirks. "Ok." you walk over to him and hold your hand out. "Maaaan." he groans but pulls out his card and hands it over to you. "I need some shoes to go with these so come on." you boss him around, watching him collect the mountain of bags you'd already accrued. You sashay towards the counter and Ony won't lie and say he didn't love to watch you leave. One of the many best friend perks he enjoys about being your personal bag boy.

Acting like he's not gonna forgive him 2 seconds later.

♡ ⸝⸝ art project gone wrong with dadjo ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ cw: none ⸝⸝ pure fluff

your five year old daughter loved to draw. at a very young age, she started vandalizing the walls of your home long before she could walk. it was no surprise when her love for art carried on into her early schooling years. the day she brought home an art project from school was the best day ever for her.

“it’s easy peasy. you paint a portrait of something you love, so i’m drawing mommy!” she beamed at you.

satoru frowned at this. “what about me? don’t you love me?” his heart broke a little at this. he knew that kids at this age usually favored their moms, but he didn’t need it to be rubbed in his face. his heart was too fragile to handle that.

“of course i do silly! i can’t put both of you, you’re too big to fit.” she said solemnly. you snorted and satoru glared at you from behind the canvas.

the little one pulled out her fancy magical art tools: her handy paint and paint brushes. wasting no time, she began to start with the outline of your face.

you held your position, not wanting to interfere with the artist’s creative process. as she worked, she stuck her tongue out in deep concentration, squinting her eyes as she glided the paintbrush across the canvas. satoru watched silently behind her, torn between being intrigued and upset.

"all done!" she turned the painting around to show you. you stared back at what seemed to be an attempt to paint you from memory. it was a blob with huge eyes, a wide smile, and long lashes. nonetheless, you fought the urge to laugh. you gasped and got up from your chair, pulling her into a tight hug.

"oh, i love it so much, thank you. you're so talented honey!" you swatted satoru, who was still sulking away. "tell her how talented she is 'toru."

he blinked before realizing what you'd asked him. "oh! uhhhh… so awesome sweetie, i love it so much." the last part of his sentence died in his throat, and that's when she knew.

her big blue eyes welled up with tears, threatening to fall on her chubby little cheeks. he hated it. he had to be lying to her to make her feel better.

"honey, what's wrong?" you asked her immediately. she shook her head and your heart sank.

"you're lying," she pointed an accusatory finger at satoru, who gasped in horror. "you hate my p-painting, you think it's ugly."

satoru's face turned red and he shook his head. "nuh uh! i love it..." he rubbed the back of his neck “…i just think you could paint me even better!" he said quickly. nice save, you thought to yourself. your husband was already in the doghouse enough with her, he didn’t need another incident added to his long list of offenses.

she perked up at this. "really?" she asked hopefully. satoru's heart broke once again, this time not out of petty jealously, but at how much his opinion mattered to her. it reminded him painfully of himself at that age—how he used to live off scraps of praise, shaping himself into whatever version people liked best. every compliment had felt like his oxygen back then, and every moment of disapproval like drowning. seeing that same fragile hope in her expression made something ache deep in his chest.

"yeah,” he replied. “you’re good already. scary good, actually. but if you keep practicing…” he tapped the edge of the canvas with one finger, “i think someday you’ll paint things people won’t ever forget.”

her cheeks turned pink and she giggled. "thank daddy!” she turned back to the canvas. “i guess i'll paint you too." she said unenthusiastically.

satoru chose to ignore her reluctant tone and grinned at her. "five bucks says my portrait will be better than mommy's!" he squeezed her shoilder.

"five bucks and a lolipop!" she countered. you shook your head. his sweet tooth really did pass onto her. you wondered where the gambling came from. maybe uncle toji?

they shook on it with a firm handshake, both dead serious. satoru took the seat across the table you had sat in and posed with a peace sign, tongue out and all.

"oh, and, make sure you really bring out the blue in my eyes, kay?"

boyfriend!megumi who remembers every single one of your anniversaries, no matter how ridiculous. first date, first kiss, first time you brushed hands—whatever it was, he always remembered. when you’d tease him about it, his ears would flush pink as he muttered, “shut up,” while holding out a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

boyfriend!megumi who notices every one of your hyper fixations. new favorite band? you’d find their albums and posters slipped under your door. hooked on a new game? he’d silently hand you a gift card so you can buy all the skins you want.

boyfriend!megumi who lets you steal all his hoodies. you claim you “haven’t seen them anywhere,” but they mysteriously go missing right after he gives you one. he never complains and thinks you look better in them than he ever could.

boyfriend!megumi who lets you play with his hair. the two of you would be sprawled on the couch, watching a show as you run your fingers through his messy hair. you hum softly as you do so, and he leans into your touch like it’s nothing.

boyfriend!megumi who complies when you ask him to try a new recipe you’re working on. even if he’s convinced it’s a biohazard, he taste tests without a word and gives you a nod of approval that makes you beam.

boyfriend!megumi who lets you do his skincare. he’s skeptical of the weird pink liquid you’re patting into his skin, but since you love it, he sits still and lets your work… though not without the faintest scowl crossing his face.

boyfriend!megumi who always offers his jacket. you insist your outfit is fine but megumi knows better: you’re going to be cold later. one shiver from you and he’s already shrugging his jacket off and putting it over your shoulders. “thank you,” you smile. “if you get sick, i get sick,” he shrugs, like it’s nothing. but you know megumi, and you know he cared for you in a way no one else could.

boyfriend!megumi who studies with you. even if you’re working on completely different things, he sits by your side, occasionally passing you snacks or refilling your water, silently keeping you company until you’re both too tired to keep your eyes open.

boyfriend!megumi who pretends he doesn’t care when you fall asleep on him, but he adjusts his position so you’re more comfortable and doesn’t move for hours just to avoid waking you.

boyfriend!megumi who doesn’t say “i love you” a lot, but shows it in every small action—walking on the outside of the sidewalk, remembering your order without asking, leaving space for you beside him like it’s reserved just for you.