there's one beat, two beats as chiyo stares at the photo presented to her. a vein seems to pop out on her temple, and her fingers curl into the material of satoru's shirt before she tugs him down. embarrassment and annoyance make for an interesting combination on her smiling face, now inches away. " if i look weird from that angle, then get on my level. " ( cackling at the post you tagged me in asdfgh she's mortified but refuses to lose an argument :' )) also i'm so normal about your two tags for them haha sooooo normal <3 )
「 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 — @belmused 」 : 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.
Don't laugh. Don't laugh. DO NOT LAUGH. Repeated within his mind like an almost hypnotic mantra, yet the exterior looked far worse than the internal works of Satoru; Lips pressed together, trembling in a line that was about to crack into full laughter. The picture in itself had already brought him to tears but to see Chiyo's reaction? It was worth every single argument he was about to lose in the future. Irises of crystalline blue flickered from the oh, so interesting ceiling to her face that was currently scrunching up into an expression that he would describe as pure cuteness. Though, she would probably not appreciate such a comment given the current situation.
The moment her fingers curl into the material of his black shirt & he's pulled closer, the poorly maintained façade cracks for a split second & he has the actual audacity to let a snort slip by. He swallows. Eyes clamping shut; Lips mashed together even more forcefully as they twitch up into a smile that would probably annoy her even more. But he can't see that right now. So, all is well? But he has to open his eyes sometime soon. And far worse — The image of her from above, looking like a little angry bunny stomping her foot was burned into the inside of his retinas. Oh god, what did he do to deserve this? ( Lots of things, definitely ) But to be tortured by his five foot one girlfriend who was just beyond precious & made all sorts of cuteness aggression flare up in his chest whenever she got annoyed at him was just beyond his limits.
"I—" Snort. Swallow. Lips clamped shut. Swallow again. "I jus' thought i-it was—" Another snort, his voice strained & broken apart by the chuckles building up in his throat. "It was adorable, m'kay?" Finally does he open his eyes again, staring into warm, brown depths that leave him stranded; Softening every edge within ( even if she probably had the intent of doing the opposite considering his ridiculous behavior ) & making the distance feel greater than it was. His neck was strained, muscles protesting, but he did not care one bit. Both of his hands abandon their spot at his sides & find place among her face; Thumb upon her cheekbones, brushing half-circles in an almost apologetic gesture.
"Ya jus' look too damn cute even if ya probably wanna kill me . . . " His voice drops a register, low & warm & meant just for her ears alone as they rumble through his chest; Playful blues growing more intentional, hooded, flickering to her mouth, & with his brows scrunched up in what could only be described as frustration. He clicks his tongue, letting the wet muscle flick over his bottom lip. "Makes me jus' wanna —" & finally does he close the distance, letting his own lips meet the plushness of her own & losing himself within their softness. It’s light at first, barely there, like a test; as if she could pull away any moment.
"'m sorry . . . " Pulling apart for an inch ( he could only endure such distance ), breathing against her lips, so that the air still belonged to them both before brushing his mouth once against the corner of her own; more playful but with the same soft pressure as before. Unhurried. Lingering. Unhurried. Warm. An apology writing itself by the touch of his lips & not his words. "Will ya forgive me? Please, sunshine?" And another kiss to her lips, deeper, tongue catching her bottom lip & cutting her off in what she was going to say for he could not go any longer without the feel of her. "Please? Baby ? "
