miki

and now you’re turned around to see your fluffy haired boyfriend inconspicuously zipping his collar back up over his tattooed mouth before he tilts his head at you in greeting, corners of his eyes crinkled in lieu of an innocent smile.

“kelp!” he chirps, a possessive hand coming to slide around your waist until you’re jabbing your finger into the apex of his chest, hard.

“did you just do what i think you did?”

he tilts his head. then quietly coughs and your jaw drops. fuck.

“that was you, wasn’t it?”

his eyebrows raise in question as if he has no idea what you could possibly be referring to.

“bonito flakes?”

he shrinks a bit when your eyes narrow at him knowingly.

“don’t lie to me, toge.”

his arms flail out instantly, stiff and straight as if they can help him in the defense of his actions. he tries his best to explain what the situation looked like from his perspective.

“tuna! caviar, salmon cod roe!”

your hand comes up to unzip his collar before you gently grab his jaw, his words muddled and lips mushed together as you hold his face.

you guys stare at each other like that for a few long seconds, his adams apple jumping when he swallows, lashes kissing his cheeks when he blinks rapidly because now he’s genuinely a little scared.

“toge.”

“salmon.” his answer is immediate.

“you cannot interrupt my conversations simply because you feel like it—“

“mustard leaf—“

“i’m not done talking.”

his mouth closes immediately. he looks like a puppy being scolded as you hold him in front of you, his shoulders drooping and pout forming the best it can between your fingers. he nods, begrudgingly, but it’s there and that’s enough for you to continue. he listens so well.

“i can handle myself, okay? we were only talking because i helped them with some homework answers. if someone’s openly flirting with me, i’ll tell them off. you know i will.”

his eyes drift to the side and you can tell he feels bad, hands stuffed in his pockets and nose crinkling like he’s smelled something he doesn’t like. you bring his gaze back with a little nudge.

“blink twice if you understand.”

he does as he’s told, and you soften because you can never be annoyed with him for very long. you know he hears the gossip, people talking about how you deserve someone better than him, as if they know anything about your relationship. as if you’d ever believe there’s anyone better than him. they just don’t understand the connection you two have and they don’t have to, because you don’t care.

“there’s no need to worry, okay? everyone knows you’re my boy, toge.”

his cheeks redden as you smile up at him, batting those pretty lashes in the way that always makes his heart float and his insecurities vanish. his heavy stare drops to your lips, violet eyes clinging to them because he really wants to kiss you right now and he wonders if you’ll let him. you hold his face with both hands now, thumbs dusting over his facial markings.

“my protective, strong, incredibly handsome sweet boy that i’m sooo lucky to have.” he’s like putty in your hands at this point, heart beating faster with each trait you add, demeanor melting into something sickeningly saccharine as he leans into your palm.

“salmon?” he asks.

you can’t help the roll of your eyes, giggling when you confirm, “yes, baby, really. i can never stop talking about you.”

he’s closer to you now, neck craning to reach your lips, eyes already half shut and head swimming with the thought of you. his voice is low and hopeful when he asks for permission.

“mustard leaf?”

you’re standing on your toes now, hands fisted at his collar to tug him closer. head tilted and lips brushing against his expectantly as you wait for him to kiss you.

“yes, you can.”

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