Bad News, Babe

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“a-ah!”

“don’t be dramatic.”

“be gentle!”

your whimper comes out tense, a throaty wail slipping past your teeth as the chilly aloe is spread across your hot back, the burn of contact making your body reel away from rin’s touch. you cry out, legs tightening into a curl as you try and buck him off his straddled position over your waist.

“didn’t i tell you to put damn sunscreen on before you went into the stupid water?” he hisses, big palms spreading the gel across your extremely scorched skin. "because if i'm not mistaken, i did in fact tell you this."

"you didn't offer," you pout.

"didn't think i needed to," he grumbles. "now stay still, pest." under his breath, you hear him grumbling something about “idiot” and “it’s dangerous.”

you bury your face back into your folded arms, huffing and whining when he presses a little too firm on extra tender areas. your brows furrow, your nose scrunches, your muscles quiver, but you do your best to stay still and let him rub the gel across your skin. he says nothing, he usually doesn't during moments of worry, mind muddled with thoughts of concern that plague his mind and rattle his nerves. he'll never express these thoughts, letting them linger in his head until you reassure him.

you sigh softly before turning your head, peeking at your stoic boyfriend in your peripheral. at the feeling of your eyes on him, his own flick to you briefly, "what?"

"thank you for taking care of me, rin-rinnie," you whisper.

“clearly you don’t know how to take care of yourself, so someone has to,” he answers. however he comes across, you can see it in his face that your words relax him, a relief making his shoulder slouch with peace. his touch even lightens, the now warm aloe making your head lay back down, and your eyes flutter shut in peace, knowing youre safe under the palms of your lover.

you feel the waistband of your shorts get pulled to the side, and you smile softly as the one and only rin itoshi starts to snicker. you give him another look over your shoulder, this time smiling softly, “what?”

“ridiculous damn tan line,” he snickers, a thin finger tracing over the sun-kissed skin and the band that’s branded into your flesh. “is this how the whole summer is going to be?”

“mmm,” you hum. “i can make that happen.”

did i in fact start a fic with caleb and valko when i was spiraling last night? yes

did i also have a dream about beel and reo last night while i was coming down from a h**h? also yes

PINCH THE SIDES OF YOUR NOSTRILS, DO NOT. STICK THE WAX UP THERE IT IS INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS

DO NOT USE STRIP/SOFT WAXES- O N L Y HARD WAX!!! soft wax is too gummy and strips will hurt (A LOT) and might not grab any hair.

1.) pinch the sides of your nostrils to push and flatten the hairs you wish to clear out.

2.) using a SMALL. amount of HARD. wax, smooth the wax over ONE. nostril. let harden before grabbing the LIP OF THE WAX (top or bottom is preference based, **I** wax from the bottom-up for a better grip, however psychologically your brain can have an easier time going from top-down. AS A LICENSED PROFESSIONAL, I WOULD RECOMMEND BOTTOM-UP)

3.) pull wax UPWARD, N O T OUTWARD. you want it parallel to your body, NOT out. DOING IT WRONG WILL HURT. YOUR BODY WILL LET YOU KNOW ITS WRONG.

4.) IF ALL STEPS ARE DONE CORRECTLY, THERE WILL BE NO WAX IN THE NOSE AND YOU CAN SAFELT Y APPLY COUNTER PRESSURE

i understand it makes for funny tiktok’s when you see someone jam wax up and into the nose with a q-tip. IT IS E X T R E M E L Y DANGEROUS TO DO IT THAT WAY.

trust me. the actual method to doing this is EASIER and won’t hurt NEARLY as bad as it seems.

guess what i starteddddddddd

“…”

“KIYOOMI!”

immediately, his body shoots up, eyes wide with fear as his head whips around to find you. his gaze lands on yours, and upon realizing the lack of urgency, he flops back onto the bed. “it’s one in the morning.”

“i have a question,” you begin, nudging his chest.

“can it wait six more hours?”

“no.”

he groans. he folds the pillow over his ears and rolls onto his side, “what.”

you spoon yourself behind him, snickering at the groan he lets out, “do you think i’d be good like. in musical theater?”

he lets out a soft laugh- either out of amusement or disbelief, you’re not quite sure.

“no. go back to sleep.”

“why!”

he huffs before rolling onto his back, arm extending to wrap around you, “you break glass when you sing and you need me to order for you at restaurants- you want to go on stage and sing?”

“hey,” you pout.

he sighs through his nose, pressing his fingers into his eyes as you burrow into his side, “okay- is doing musical theater something you’re interested in?”

you shrug, “like no, but it would be nice to have your support.”

“and if you ever genuinely want to do musical theater, i will give it to you. until then, don’t ask me silly questions at one in the morning.” his arm curls around you, fingers gently rubbing up and down your shoulder. “never ends well for either of us.”

“i bet atsumu would be supportive,” you whine.

he offers you a hum, “there’s a reason why atsumu is still single- his inability to say no to ridiculousness gets him in trouble.”

“so now i’m being ridiculous?” you hiss.

kiyoomi’s eyes fly open. his head slowly turns to face you, smiling nervously when you blink unamused at him. "i love you?"