𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Policing him for his choice of "questionable" clothing for a simple grocery run...
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: Miyuki Kazuya x reader, short fluffy drabble, no y/n, GRAY SWEATPANTS, he's an obedient boyfriend
a/n - Wow, a post from me? It's time to scratch the itch to write about my BELOVED. I still don't know if I should continue the SMAU because the updates are so sporadic... but we'll see. Anyway, sorry this is so ballwater. It's been a while since I've written anything lol.
"Kazuuuu, are you ready yet?"
You sat there on the velvety loveseat counting the minutes until your boyfriend's finally done getting ready. For someone who only ever brings keys and a wallet, he's surely taking his sweet time...
His huff was heard all the way from the other room. Here he was—about to drive and carry all the bags from your grocery trip—yet he can't have 5 extra minutes just to throw on something? (To be fair, you did tell him to get ready like 20 minutes ago while YOU were getting ready. In short, he did this to himself).
After what felt like forever, he finally emerges from the bedroom. Messy hair. His black-rimmed glasses on. Can't forget the black-fitted shirt™. And last but not the least...
NOW WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE?
Your knees almost locked from how fast you stood up from your seat. Eyes flicked between his half-lidded ones and... the situation down there. Your mouth was left agape as if to say, "Seriously? You planned on going out in that?"
"What? I'm ready now," he says so coolly like there wasn't an elephant in the room (no pun intended).
You shook your head frantically. "No way you're not. Wear something else," you demanded. But your demands were only met by a raised eyebrow. Does he not see what's wrong here?!
"It's just the supermarket though?"
"Exactly! So why are you dressed up like a manwhore?"
He finally took a long gander at his outfit. Still, apparently nothing was wrong.
"Your dick is out for everyone to see!" you blurted out.
"What—what the fuck do you mean it's out?"
A grumble left your lips at your boyfriend naivete. How can you not be frustrated when the problem is literally staring right at you?
"Tsk... I mean, the print. You're like a walking hazard."
He scoffed. "Well, that's rude."
You shuffled towards him and held him by the arms firmly, preparing him for the cold hard truth. "Babe, what's rude is that you're parading that around while I'm next to you, pushing our grocery cart, looking all domestic and shit."
"Don't you want people to know you're lucky?" he said with his signature shit-eating grin. Scandalized by that statement, you slapped his arm. But if anything, that only made his grin widen.
"I just don't want them seeing what's mine, okay?"
He sighs in defeat. "Fiiiiine. I'll change. But only because you look cute right now."
You sit back in your seat—satisfied and honestly a bit flustered.
I guess you know what you're about to do after your grocery run...
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