[the constellation claritoru is sleep deprived]

When you found Kento's old digital camera, you'd never expected to find so many photos of him. Least of all ones where he looked so...care free. Wearing his Jujutsu high school uniform, flashing tired peace signs at the camera...he almost seemed like a different person in the pictures.

The most ridiculous thing of all, though, was his hairstyle.

"Darling," Kento sighs as he looks up from his cup of coffee. He's resting on the couch next to you, but you've angled the camera screen away from him so he can't see what you're looking at. "When you giggle like that, I can never expect that it's over something good." By now, of course, he's used to your pranks and antics.

But this is no prank. No, this is history. Important history. History that belongs in the ancient texts of Kento-being-adorable-without-trying.

"Kento," you say, trying to hold a straight face. "You had side bangs."

He coughs, as if he's just choked on his drink. You grin when you realize that his cheeks are tinged pink.

"Ah," he says. "That's why you're laughing."

"They were adorable," you say as you scroll through the pictures. "You should-"

"No. I am not cutting my hair like that again."

"Are you sure? Because I'm really good at styling hair and, hey are you drunk in this picture?"

Kento takes this opportunity to gently snatch the camera from your hands.

"Wait!" You protest, trying to reach for it, but he holds it high above his head. Why are his arms so long?

"Aww, did someone get embarrassed?" You poke his cheek, resorting to teasing him instead.

His skin flushes a deeper shade. "Not at all. I just...those pictures where from a long time ago, and I'm older now..."

"You're still cute though."

"Next time, I'm going to think twice before I let you go through my high school photos."

You're half asleep, bleary eyes barely able to register the time on the bedside alarm clock. 2:12 a.m. Wayy too fucking early for you to be craving Buldak, but here you are, stomach grumbling silently. You settle back in bed, feeling sleep overtake your senses once again despite the persistent craving. You roll over, feeling Satoru's warmth next to you.

"I'd love to have some Buldak right now," you mumble sleepily, too tired to notice that you've said it aloud.

But Satoru notices. To be honest, he's been awake for a while, listening to the sound of your breathing (which he considers to be something close to music.) That's how he knew the exact moment you woke up to check the time.

As you drift further into sleep, forgetting entirely about your mumbled request, Satoru rolls out of bed, careful not to disturb you. He's up already. He might as well give his princess what she wants.

You've nearly fallen asleep when a stream of light coming from the doorway wakes you up.

You sit up, fully awake now as you notice Satoru's sheepish frame hovering next to the bed. In his hands is a tray with, of all things, a bowl of Buldak.

"Since you said you wanted some," he says softly, as if it's the most natural thing in the world to get out of bed at 2 a.m. just because his girlfriend had a sudden, half-asleep craving for food.

You accept the tray, noting that he added your favorite seasoning as a topping.

"I hope I made it right," Satoru says. "I remembered that you don't like it too spicy so I only added half of a packet, and I brought some water just in case, and--"

"Satoru," you cut him off by leaning over to give him a quick kiss. "It's perfect."

He grins, watching as you sleepily dig into the bowl of noodles. "'M'starving," you say.

Satoru laughs. "It's 2 in the morning."

"You didn't have to get up for me. I would have fallen asleep and forgotten about it."

Satoru pouts. "But I can't just ignore a request from my princess. No matter how sleepy you are. Hell, if you were sleep talking, I'd still take all of your requests. I'd listen to every word."

You'd always known you fell in love with the right man.

Being Enjin's girlfriend means you've seen all his sides. Or at least, you thought you had.

He's someone who likes to joke around. Always so expressive, like he's simply unable to hide how he truly feels. If he's disgusted? It shows. Excited? He's bouncing off the walls like Rudo when he gets candy. And dont get you started on when he laughs. His eyes are wide, tears streaming down his face, mouth open so wide you think his jaw must have detached.

But when he decides to lock in?

It's like he's an entirely different person.

Enjin just took a shower, and now he's sitting at a table, going over plans with the rest of the cleaners. And you can't stop staring at him, no matter how hard you try. It's not like you haven't seen him with his hair down before. And it's certainly not your first time seeing him without his Cleaner's uniform. (You've seen him in far less.) But the loose black shirt, showing off his tattoos, combined with the cigarette in his hand and the way his eyes seem so focused?

It's almost enough to make you forget that this is the same man who always goes feral for food after missions, gnawing at bones like an animal. (He has no table manners whatsoever.)

Of course, Enjin notices you staring. He just pretends to ignore it. But soon, it becomes hard to ignore. Especially with the way your gaze lingers on every bit of his exposed skin. He even notices the way your hands twitch at your sides like you can barely hold yourself back.

"It's unfair," you tell him when the meeting's over. His hair is mostly dried now, but its still hanging over his eyes in a dangerously attractive way. "Unfair that you're so..."

Enjin smirks, mouth twitching like he's holding back a laugh. "Smokin' hot?" He pulls you close, nuzzling his head into your neck and breathing you in. He's far more serious when he's like this. More sincere, less teasing.

"Not what I was going to say. It's like you're a shapeshifter. You're like, optionally chopped."

He snorts at that. "I am not chopped. Ever. Optionally or not."

"Yes you are." You're playing with his hair now, unable to resist. "You should wear your hair down more often."

He clutches his heart like he's offended by your words. "You sayin' i'm usually ugly?"

"Even if you are, I still love you," you grin.

He glares at you, but it melts away instantly. "Ya know, that's not very reassuring."

"The last thing you need is an ego boost."

"You're right. The only thing I need is you." Enjin sighs against the skin of your neck, pulling you closer, arms tightening like he won't ever let go.