slowly returning...

“Finish. Your. Food.” Sero doesn’t raise his voice at you, he never has and you don’t think he ever will but he is stern. Unmoving and stony like his obsidian black eyes. And with those same eyes, he sees you give into his demands, beginning to pick up your utensils before casting a longing look at your abandoned manga, “finish eating, your manga isn’t going anywhere,”

“Neither is my food...”

“Enough. Eat.” you don’t move to do anything until Sero takes it upon himself to discard his guitar with a deep sigh. Moving off his bed, he makes his way to sit behind you, caging you in between his outstretched legs. One strong arm circles your waist and pulls you closer as the other brings your plate of food to his side.

You have fully resigned yourself to his care, pouting the entire time but there’s a twinkle in your eyes that deeply appreciates his attentiveness. You love him truly and, from his actions, you feel as though it’s mutual. Not just anyone would care for you like this and you’ve never seen him extend such loving attention to anyone else but you. 

“Come on, Querida,” he lifts a mouthful of food to your lips, prompting you to open your mouth so he can feed you. His voice is gentle and soft but still rough against the shell of your ear. You hope he can’t feel how hot the tips of your ears have become from the whispering touch of his voice. There’s nothing to do but comply, internally buzzing in glee when you feel the baritone hum of approval resonate from his chest, followed by an - “Attagirl,” 

You eat every small and short spoonful he lifts to your lips, pacing the duration of the meal for you as you slowly get back to reading your manga. If every meal was as enjoyable as this, you wouldn’t hesitate to eat six full meals a day rather than the typical three. 

He is a gentle but uncompromising force the entire time, feeding you until all the food is gone and he can finally set the utensils down. You don’t realise you’ve eaten the whole meal until he’s pulling you close and tucking his face into your neck with a deep inhale. Sero loves the way you smell, almost too sweet but not, milky and vanilla but also floral. It suits you well. The causation is lost on him - does he like you because of your pleasant smell or does he like the smell because it belongs to you? Is it even a question worth pondering? It should matter because it’s you consuming his thoughts and nothing else.

Cutting off his thoughts, you turn in his arms and hug him around his broad shoulders, “I’m sorry,” you speak into his neck, muffling your words into his skin, ashamed of your behaviour. Why did you have to be so difficult for the people you love and care for? 

“Don’t be,” he loves caring for you like this; it astounds him why you ever feel the need to apologise, he’d feed you every meal if he could, “querida?” he voices when you don’t respond. 

“I-“ love you...

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he’ll coax the confession out of you some day, you’re sure of it. He has that affect on you. 

A/N : you can’t tell me that Sero isn’t a soft dom because he is! I will die on that hill! also, i’m sorry i’m on and off, approaching the due date for my thesis/dissertation, i’m finding it difficult to find the time to write anything unless it’s a quick scenario i can’t get out of my head like this one anyway, i’ll see you all in June/July when I’ll hopefully be graduating! 

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