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“Hey, that’s not true, I style it that way!”

Giggling, you rise from your seat on the bed, preparing to say goodbye to his handsome face for the next few days. You raise your arms, about to loop them around his neck when you stop in your tracks, your gaze sliding down his tall figure. 

“Tetsu,” you ask curiously, tilting your head to the side. “What the fuck are those?”

Past his shorts and his toned calves, your eyes are glued to the monstrosities on his feet. He’s wearing a pair of clean white socks, pulled up past his ankles. And on his feet - the ugliest pair of brown sandals you’ve ever seen in your life. 

“What are what?” he asks cluelessly, following your gaze down. 

“Those.” 

“My sandals?” he asks slowly. “What about them?”

“They’re- who picked those out?”

“Oh. Me and Bo got the same ones when we went shopping last week.” He puts his weight on the heels of his feet and taps them up and down a couple of times, showing off his purchase to you. “They’re practical!”

“Okay…” you say slowly, processing his words. Of course Bokuto was involved. “But… why the socks?”

“Hm?” He’s completely oblivious to the crime he’s just commit. You’re not sure whether it’s endearing or off-putting. “In case I get cold. And to prevent blisters.”

“You fucking nerd,” you murmur under your breath. “Baby, it’s summer. You don’t need socks.”

“It’s a precaution,” he insists. “I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

“You do realise you can still get blisters if you wear socks?”

“I know but now the risk is minimised!”

Honestly, you don’t know whether to laugh or cry that this absolute fashion disaster of a man is your husband. 

“I’m guessing that was Bo’s suggestion too, hm?”

“Oh no, that was mine!” he grins brightly, like he’s just so proud of himself. Sighing heavily, you shake your head. 

“Right.” Plastering on a smile, you step forward and wrap your arms around his neck for a hug. He squeezes you tightly, lifting you off your feet and swinging you around a little, pulling a squeal from your lips. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” he mumbles, leaning down to kiss you tenderly. You sigh against his mouth, savouring every last second of his touch. Even if it is just a few days, the house always feels so empty without him. 

“I’ll miss you too.” Pressing one last kiss to his lips, you pull back and cup his cheeks. “Stay safe, okay? And Tetsu?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” he smiles, twisting his head to kiss your palm.