looking for a garden

while you were walking to the studio for your pottery painting date, the heat was starting to get to you. "rin! rinnie! can we get a sundae? i'm craving something cold and sweet." you asked.

"alright, but only get one. i'm not going to eat." "okay!" after rin bought you a sundae, you continued your journey to the date 's destination. the red color on rin's face grew by the minute, and it didn't go unnoticed. "dude, are you alright? you're really red." "i'm not dude," he pouted. he was about to say something more but all he could focus on was the sundae you were holding. he couldn't. he shouldn't. he's not allowed to eat sweets. when you put a scoop of your sundae in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth. when the cool dessert melts in his mouth, he felt a wave of calm throughout his whole body. "yummy?" you asked. "mhm, but not good. that will be the last time i'm letting myself have a cheat meal." he grumbled, mad that he let the temptations get to him.

it was not the last time he let himself have a cheat meal, because while he was very disciplined about his diet, he forgot to factor in one thing. you. "baby, i'm sorry but i can't eat this." he says, looking at the plate with a slice of pizza on it. "i'll get sluggish if i eat this before training."

"but i did all this work to cook it." you said sadly, trying to show him the effort you did to make the food. rin gives you a slight side eye. "you mean put it in the oven? it's frozen pizza." "ok, you caught me. who even has the time to make pizza from scratch an hour before your training starts." you confessed. it's true, who even has time to make food and then go training in an hour. traffic jams are no joke.

"it's okay. i'll just make something after training finishes." he replied. you grab the pizza by the dough and feed it to him. "say "ahh,' rinnie." he took one bite and chewed the food angrily. he wasn't angry at you, why would he ever get mad at you. it was this stupid pizza's fault, why did it have to be offered by his lover? it made it 100 times more appealing than it should have been.

"darling, i'm making the food from now on." he advised. "and it's not because you heated up box pizza. i just want to take care of our diets from now on. i will make it delicious, i promise." "alright, i trust you."

(he eats from your spoon of cheat food when you’re distracted)

just me talking: i lowkey found it cute when i was watching: try not to eat miraculuous ladybug foods... yeahhhhh.

you woke up to a ton of notifications, comments, things of that sort. confused, you click on a random comment and it leads you to a video posted a week ago.

HRO DID YOU SEE THE NEW INTERVIEW VIDEO?? THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT YOU

who was talking about you? whose new video?

you checked each social media platform you had, then you saw it. mukbang interview with rin itoshi. oh.

you quickly clicked on it, trying to get rid of the uneasiness you had from the suspense. the thought of rin possibly having talked about you sounded like a dream.

midway through the video, the topic you came for was finally brought up. as the interviewee chewed on some popcorn, he looked at rin then asked, "so do you see the edits people make of you?"

rin blinked a few times before answering. "uhh.. i don't really spend my time online, but one of my teammates were teasing me about this editor, (user), because the comments were shipping the two of us. i admit, it was embarrassing... but i think they edit well."

"oOoOo, your teammates are out here breaking your fan's hearts," the interviewee laughed.

the soccer player gave an awkward chuckle. "i guess, but we don't really know each other, so it's just baseless teasing."

the interviewee suggested an idea. "do you want to give a special message to (user)? they are a fan after all."

there was suddenly a shift in the air, for the first time since the interview started, rin seemed happier. you couldn't tell from the corner of his lips, but his eyes definitely smiled.

"i'll make it cheesy. if i do, i think it's is going to be in an edit." rin hummed for a second, "you know, if i had to choose someone in this world. just one person, it would be (user).

the sound of the interviewee's claps were heavily picked up by the mic. "haha, i felt chills! how about giving your other fans and supporters a message as well?"

"thank you so much for supporting me. i will do my very best in all games! yes." he said, then paused. "can i have fries please?"

. . .

after you finished watching the interview, you went to work. rin was right, the new video was going to be in an edit, your edit.

you were giggling after you wrote the caption.

thanks for choosing me, @/rinitoshi. i would choose you too #rinedit #itoshirin #yo...

the second you hit post, you were freaking out. it was the first time you ever had the balls to tag rin. you didn't expect anything though, like he said, he doesn't go online often.

until you checked on your phone a few hours later.

rinitoshi liked your video.

rinitoshi commented: you actually make me feel more handsome than i am

you. not "this video” or “these edits,” but you. and what is he talking about? he's the most handsome man on earth.

just me talking: this was uhm inspired by aj talking about sofia in kenny's video. sofia’s edit was amazing, i liked, reposted, and put it in my favorites.

you woke up to a ton of notifications, comments, things of that sort. confused, you click on a random comment and it leads you to a video posted a week ago.

HRO DID YOU SEE THE NEW INTERVIEW VIDEO?? THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT YOU

who was talking about you? whose new video?

you checked each social media platform you had, then you saw it. mukbang interview with rin itoshi. oh.

you quickly clicked on it, trying to get rid of the uneasiness you had from the suspense. the thought of rin possibly having talked about you sounded like a dream.

midway through the video, the topic you came for was finally brought up. as the interviewee chewed on some popcorn, he looked at rin then asked, "so do you see the edits people make of you?"

rin blinked a few times before answering. "uhh.. i don't really spend my time online, but one of my teammates were teasing me about this editor, (user), because the comments were shipping the two of us. i admit, it was embarrassing... but i think they edit well."

"oOoOo, your teammates are out here breaking your fan's hearts," the interviewee laughed.

the soccer player gave an awkward chuckle. "i guess, but we don't really know each other, so it's just baseless teasing."

the interviewee suggested an idea. "do you want to give a special message to (user)? they are a fan after all."

there was suddenly a shift in the air, for the first time since the interview started, rin seemed happier. you couldn't tell from the corner of his lips, but his eyes definitely smiled.

"i'll make it cheesy. if i do, i think it's is going to be in an edit." rin hummed for a second, "you know, if i had to choose someone in this world. just one person, it would be (user).

the sound of the interviewee's claps were heavily picked up by the mic. "haha, i felt chills! how about giving your other fans and supporters a message as well?"

"thank you so much for supporting me. i will do my very best in all games! yes." he said, then paused. "can i have fries please?"

. . .

after you finished watching the interview, you went to work. rin was right, the new video was going to be in an edit, your edit.

you were giggling after you wrote the caption.

thanks for choosing me, @/rinitoshi. i would choose you too #rinedit #itoshirin #yo...

the second you hit post, you were freaking out. it was the first time you ever had the balls to tag rin. you didn't expect anything though, like he said, he doesn't go online often.

until you checked on your phone a few hours later.

rinitoshi liked your video.

rinitoshi commented: you actually make me feel more handsome than i am

you. not "this video” or “these edits,” but you. and what is he talking about? he's the most handsome man on earth.

just me talking: this was uhm inspired by aj talking about sofia in kenny's video. sofia’s edit was amazing, i liked, reposted, and put it in my favorites.

while you were walking to the studio for your pottery painting date, the heat was starting to get to you. "rin! rinnie! can we get a sundae? i'm craving something cold and sweet." you asked.

"alright, but only get one. i'm not going to eat." "okay!" after rin bought you a sundae, you continued your journey to the date 's destination. the red color on rin's face grew by the minute, and it didn't go unnoticed. "dude, are you alright? you're really red." "i'm not dude," he pouted. he was about to say something more but all he could focus on was the sundae you were holding. he couldn't. he shouldn't. he's not allowed to eat sweets. when you put a scoop of your sundae in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth. when the cool dessert melts in his mouth, he felt a wave of calm throughout his whole body. "yummy?" you asked. "mhm, but not good. that will be the last time i'm letting myself have a cheat meal." he grumbled, mad that he let the temptations get to him.

it was not the last time he let himself have a cheat meal, because while he was very disciplined about his diet, he forgot to factor in one thing. you. "baby, i'm sorry but i can't eat this." he says, looking at the plate with a slice of pizza on it. "i'll get sluggish if i eat this before training."

"but i did all this work to cook it." you said sadly, trying to show him the effort you did to make the food. rin gives you a slight side eye. "you mean put it in the oven? it's frozen pizza." "ok, you caught me. who even has the time to make pizza from scratch an hour before your training starts." you confessed. it's true, who even has time to make food and then go training in an hour. traffic jams are no joke.

"it's okay. i'll just make something after training finishes." he replied. you grab the pizza by the dough and feed it to him. "say "ahh,' rinnie." he took one bite and chewed the food angrily. he wasn't angry at you, why would he ever get mad at you. it was this stupid pizza's fault, why did it have to be offered by his lover? it made it 100 times more appealing than it should have been.

"darling, i'm making the food from now on." he advised. "and it's not because you heated up box pizza. i just want to take care of our diets from now on. i will make it delicious, i promise." "alright, i trust you."

(he eats from your spoon of cheat food when you’re distracted)

just me talking: i lowkey found it cute when i was watching: try not to eat miraculuous ladybug foods... yeahhhhh.

while you were walking to the studio for your pottery painting date, the heat was starting to get to you. "rin! rinnie! can we get a sundae? i'm craving something cold and sweet." you asked.

"alright, but only get one. i'm not going to eat." "okay!" after rin bought you a sundae, you continued your journey to the date 's destination. the red color on rin's face grew by the minute, and it didn't go unnoticed. "dude, are you alright? you're really red." "i'm not dude," he pouted. he was about to say something more but all he could focus on was the sundae you were holding. he couldn't. he shouldn't. he's not allowed to eat sweets. when you put a scoop of your sundae in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth. when the cool dessert melts in his mouth, he felt a wave of calm throughout his whole body. "yummy?" you asked. "mhm, but not good. that will be the last time i'm letting myself have a cheat meal." he grumbled, mad that he let the temptations get to him.

it was not the last time he let himself have a cheat meal, because while he was very disciplined about his diet, he forgot to factor in one thing. you. "baby, i'm sorry but i can't eat this." he says, looking at the plate with a slice of pizza on it. "i'll get sluggish if i eat this before training."

"but i did all this work to cook it." you said sadly, trying to show him the effort you did to make the food. rin gives you a slight side eye. "you mean put it in the oven? it's frozen pizza." "ok, you caught me. who even has the time to make pizza from scratch an hour before your training starts." you confessed. it's true, who even has time to make food and then go training in an hour. traffic jams are no joke.

"it's okay. i'll just make something after training finishes." he replied. you grab the pizza by the dough and feed it to him. "say "ahh,' rinnie." he took one bite and chewed the food angrily. he wasn't angry at you, why would he ever get mad at you. it was this stupid pizza's fault, why did it have to be offered by his lover? it made it 100 times more appealing than it should have been.

"darling, i'm making the food from now on." he advised. "and it's not because you heated up box pizza. i just want to take care of our diets from now on. i will make it delicious, i promise." "alright, i trust you."

(he eats from your spoon of cheat food when you’re distracted)

just me talking: i lowkey found it cute when i was watching: try not to eat miraculuous ladybug foods... yeahhhhh.

this morning, your husband was the one coaching your kids. you take turns each day, and it was great. but you noticed something every time it was his day to teach. the twins would not listen and do their own thing.

after cutting apples, you step out to the yard with a plate with multiple fruits on your hand. and as you step closer, you hear your husband groaning and trying to lift your son from the grassy ground.

"stop laying down and go train, so you can be strong and protect yourself.” your husband gritted through his teeth. his command was followed up with screaming and a ton of no's.

as you reach the garden dining area, you giggle and put the plate on a chair. you figured it was time for a break, your husband could use it. "kids, get up and have some fruit,” you said, and once they heard fruit, they came running to eat some.

your daughter spoke with food in her mouth, "mama! you know, i wasn't sitting, or laying down. i trained, like i was supposed to." she looked at her brother and stuck her tongue out.

to which he replied with an offended gasp. "it's not my fault that i have more energy at night! you know it's unfair." he crossed his arms but uncrossed them again a second later to pick another fruit from the plate.

"i have energy in the morning and at night. it's fair." your daughter argued back.

while you hear them arguing, you feel your husband's arms wrap around your waist and his chin being placed on your shoulder. his head was so close to yours that you felt his hair tickling the side of your cheek. "they don't listen to me anymore." he sighed.

you placed a hand on his and smiled. "well, when have you ever been strict with them?" you asked.

while satoru gojo knew how to teach others to fight, he didn't know how to teach his own kids. it's not his fault for spoiling them too much.

"what do you mean? i'm always strict with them." he said with a pout. when he was faced with silence and a “really?” expression from you, he grinned. “okay. i think i may have spoiled them a little.”

“you think?”

…

evening trainings aren’t any better. when gojo was holding focus pads for your son to practice his punches and kicks, your daughter was hiding her face in her shirt. if it wasn’t for the munching and bag crinkling, you would’ve thought she was just wiping her sweat away. you decide not to interfere, though. it was funny to see your daughter trying to hide that she was eating during training. even funnier that your husband was too busy to notice it happening.

before your son was about to hit the punching pad, he stopped and pointed at his sister, “papa! do you hear that? she’s eating. she should get punished!”

“no! i’m not!” your daughter shouted with her mouth full of chips. she then covered her stomach with her arms. “you have no proof that i’m eating!”

he then walked to where his sister was. “liar! i know you’re hiding it under your shirt.”

your husband sighed in defeat. “okay, okay. stop fighting. training over.”

you pat the area beside you, signaling for him to sit there. when he put his head on your shoulders and took a deep breath, you didn’t know what to feel. sad? happy? sorry? “are you alright?” you asked.

“yeah.” he replied.

the short answer made you place a hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair. “do you want me to scold them?”

“no, it's fine,” he paused. “i’m glad they get to be children. i don’t want to push them to grow up so quickly.”

“that's so sweet of you, satoru. it was very wise and mature of you to say.” you smiled.

he grinned when he heard you basically stroking some ego. “you think so?”

“mhm, it's like i fell in love with you all over again.”

“does that mean we can have another child?” he asked, looking at you with stars in his eyes. stunned, you couldn’t reply. what happened to being sad and needing some comfort? “uhhh...”

me talking: i actually put this on hold because i was too shy to post it… but it’s quite late at night so i find comfort in the moment. yeah, i click post.

should i regret it? AHHH IDKKKK,,,, IS IT A DOO DOO POST???

this morning, your husband was the one coaching your kids. you take turns each day, and it was great. but you noticed something every time it was his day to teach. the twins would not listen and do their own thing.

after cutting apples, you step out to the yard with a plate with multiple fruits on your hand. and as you step closer, you hear your husband groaning and trying to lift your son from the grassy ground.

"stop laying down and go train, so you can be strong and protect yourself.” your husband gritted through his teeth. his command was followed up with screaming and a ton of no's.

as you reach the garden dining area, you giggle and put the plate on a chair. you figured it was time for a break, your husband could use it. "kids, get up and have some fruit,” you said, and once they heard fruit, they came running to eat some.

your daughter spoke with food in her mouth, "mama! you know, i wasn't sitting, or laying down. i trained, like i was supposed to." she looked at her brother and stuck her tongue out.

to which he replied with an offended gasp. "it's not my fault that i have more energy at night! you know it's unfair." he crossed his arms but uncrossed them again a second later to pick another fruit from the plate.

"i have energy in the morning and at night. it's fair." your daughter argued back.

while you hear them arguing, you feel your husband's arms wrap around your waist and his chin being placed on your shoulder. his head was so close to yours that you felt his hair tickling the side of your cheek. "they don't listen to me anymore." he sighed.

you placed a hand on his and smiled. "well, when have you ever been strict with them?" you asked.

while satoru gojo knew how to teach others to fight, he didn't know how to teach his own kids. it's not his fault for spoiling them too much.

"what do you mean? i'm always strict with them." he said with a pout. when he was faced with silence and a “really?” expression from you, he grinned. “okay. i think i may have spoiled them a little.”

“you think?”

…

evening trainings aren’t any better. when gojo was holding focus pads for your son to practice his punches and kicks, your daughter was hiding her face in her shirt. if it wasn’t for the munching and bag crinkling, you would’ve thought she was just wiping her sweat away. you decide not to interfere, though. it was funny to see your daughter trying to hide that she was eating during training. even funnier that your husband was too busy to notice it happening.

before your son was about to hit the punching pad, he stopped and pointed at his sister, “papa! do you hear that? she’s eating. she should get punished!”

“no! i’m not!” your daughter shouted with her mouth full of chips. she then covered her stomach with her arms. “you have no proof that i’m eating!”

he then walked to where his sister was. “liar! i know you’re hiding it under your shirt.”

your husband sighed in defeat. “okay, okay. stop fighting. training over.”

you pat the area beside you, signaling for him to sit there. when he put his head on your shoulders and took a deep breath, you didn’t know what to feel. sad? happy? sorry? “are you alright?” you asked.

“yeah.” he replied.

the short answer made you place a hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair. “do you want me to scold them?”

“no, it's fine,” he paused. “i’m glad they get to be children. i don’t want to push them to grow up so quickly.”

“that's so sweet of you, satoru. it was very wise and mature of you to say.” you smiled.

he grinned when he heard you basically stroking some ego. “you think so?”

“mhm, it's like i fell in love with you all over again.”

“does that mean we can have another child?” he asked, looking at you with stars in his eyes. stunned, you couldn’t reply. what happened to being sad and needing some comfort? “uhhh...”

me talking: i actually put this on hold because i was too shy to post it… but it’s quite late at night so i find comfort in the moment. yeah, i click post.

should i regret it? AHHH IDKKKK,,,, IS IT A DOO DOO POST???

this morning, your husband was the one coaching your kids. you take turns each day, and it was great. but you noticed something every time it was his day to teach. the twins would not listen and do their own thing.

after cutting apples, you step out to the yard with a plate with multiple fruits on your hand. and as you step closer, you hear your husband groaning and trying to lift your son from the grassy ground.

"stop laying down and go train, so you can be strong and protect yourself.” your husband gritted through his teeth. his command was followed up with screaming and a ton of no's.

as you reach the garden dining area, you giggle and put the plate on a chair. you figured it was time for a break, your husband could use it. "kids, get up and have some fruit,” you said, and once they heard fruit, they came running to eat some.

your daughter spoke with food in her mouth, "mama! you know, i wasn't sitting, or laying down. i trained, like i was supposed to." she looked at her brother and stuck her tongue out.

to which he replied with an offended gasp. "it's not my fault that i have more energy at night! you know it's unfair." he crossed his arms but uncrossed them again a second later to pick another fruit from the plate.

"i have energy in the morning and at night. it's fair." your daughter argued back.

while you hear them arguing, you feel your husband's arms wrap around your waist and his chin being placed on your shoulder. his head was so close to yours that you felt his hair tickling the side of your cheek. "they don't listen to me anymore." he sighed.

you placed a hand on his and smiled. "well, when have you ever been strict with them?" you asked.

while satoru gojo knew how to teach others to fight, he didn't know how to teach his own kids. it's not his fault for spoiling them too much.

"what do you mean? i'm always strict with them." he said with a pout. when he was faced with silence and a “really?” expression from you, he grinned. “okay. i think i may have spoiled them a little.”

“you think?”

…

evening trainings aren’t any better. when gojo was holding focus pads for your son to practice his punches and kicks, your daughter was hiding her face in her shirt. if it wasn’t for the munching and bag crinkling, you would’ve thought she was just wiping her sweat away. you decide not to interfere, though. it was funny to see your daughter trying to hide that she was eating during training. even funnier that your husband was too busy to notice it happening.

before your son was about to hit the punching pad, he stopped and pointed at his sister, “papa! do you hear that? she’s eating. she should get punished!”

“no! i’m not!” your daughter shouted with her mouth full of chips. she then covered her stomach with her arms. “you have no proof that i’m eating!”

he then walked to where his sister was. “liar! i know you’re hiding it under your shirt.”

your husband sighed in defeat. “okay, okay. stop fighting. training over.”

you pat the area beside you, signaling for him to sit there. when he put his head on your shoulders and took a deep breath, you didn’t know what to feel. sad? happy? sorry? “are you alright?” you asked.

“yeah.” he replied.

the short answer made you place a hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair. “do you want me to scold them?”

“no, it's fine,” he paused. “i’m glad they get to be children. i don’t want to push them to grow up so quickly.”

“that's so sweet of you, satoru. it was very wise and mature of you to say.” you smiled.

he grinned when he heard you basically stroking some ego. “you think so?”

“mhm, it's like i fell in love with you all over again.”

“does that mean we can have another child?” he asked, looking at you with stars in his eyes. stunned, you couldn’t reply. what happened to being sad and needing some comfort? “uhhh...”

me talking: i actually put this on hold because i was too shy to post it… but it’s quite late at night so i find comfort in the moment. yeah, i click post.

should i regret it? AHHH IDKKKK,,,, IS IT A DOO DOO POST???

while you were walking to the studio for your pottery painting date, the heat was starting to get to you. "rin! rinnie! can we get a sundae? i'm craving something cold and sweet." you asked.

"alright, but only get one. i'm not going to eat." "okay!" after rin bought you a sundae, you continued your journey to the date 's destination. the red color on rin's face grew by the minute, and it didn't go unnoticed. "dude, are you alright? you're really red." "i'm not dude," he pouted. he was about to say something more but all he could focus on was the sundae you were holding. he couldn't. he shouldn't. he's not allowed to eat sweets. when you put a scoop of your sundae in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth. when the cool dessert melts in his mouth, he felt a wave of calm throughout his whole body. "yummy?" you asked. "mhm, but not good. that will be the last time i'm letting myself have a cheat meal." he grumbled, mad that he let the temptations get to him.

it was not the last time he let himself have a cheat meal, because while he was very disciplined about his diet, he forgot to factor in one thing. you. "baby, i'm sorry but i can't eat this." he says, looking at the plate with a slice of pizza on it. "i'll get sluggish if i eat this before training."

"but i did all this work to cook it." you said sadly, trying to show him the effort you did to make the food. rin gives you a slight side eye. "you mean put it in the oven? it's frozen pizza." "ok, you caught me. who even has the time to make pizza from scratch an hour before your training starts." you confessed. it's true, who even has time to make food and then go training in an hour. traffic jams are no joke.

"it's okay. i'll just make something after training finishes." he replied. you grab the pizza by the dough and feed it to him. "say "ahh,' rinnie." he took one bite and chewed the food angrily. he wasn't angry at you, why would he ever get mad at you. it was this stupid pizza's fault, why did it have to be offered by his lover? it made it 100 times more appealing than it should have been.

"darling, i'm making the food from now on." he advised. "and it's not because you heated up box pizza. i just want to take care of our diets from now on. i will make it delicious, i promise." "alright, i trust you."

(he eats from your spoon of cheat food when you’re distracted)

just me talking: i lowkey found it cute when i was watching: try not to eat miraculuous ladybug foods... yeahhhhh.

this morning, your husband was the one coaching your kids. you take turns each day, and it was great. but you noticed something every time it was his day to teach. the twins would not listen and do their own thing.

after cutting apples, you step out to the yard with a plate with multiple fruits on your hand. and as you step closer, you hear your husband groaning and trying to lift your son from the grassy ground.

"stop laying down and go train, so you can be strong and protect yourself.” your husband gritted through his teeth. his command was followed up with screaming and a ton of no's.

as you reach the garden dining area, you giggle and put the plate on a chair. you figured it was time for a break, your husband could use it. "kids, get up and have some fruit,” you said, and once they heard fruit, they came running to eat some.

your daughter spoke with food in her mouth, "mama! you know, i wasn't sitting, or laying down. i trained, like i was supposed to." she looked at her brother and stuck her tongue out.

to which he replied with an offended gasp. "it's not my fault that i have more energy at night! you know it's unfair." he crossed his arms but uncrossed them again a second later to pick another fruit from the plate.

"i have energy in the morning and at night. it's fair." your daughter argued back.

while you hear them arguing, you feel your husband's arms wrap around your waist and his chin being placed on your shoulder. his head was so close to yours that you felt his hair tickling the side of your cheek. "they don't listen to me anymore." he sighed.

you placed a hand on his and smiled. "well, when have you ever been strict with them?" you asked.

while satoru gojo knew how to teach others to fight, he didn't know how to teach his own kids. it's not his fault for spoiling them too much.

"what do you mean? i'm always strict with them." he said with a pout. when he was faced with silence and a “really?” expression from you, he grinned. “okay. i think i may have spoiled them a little.”

“you think?”

…

evening trainings aren’t any better. when gojo was holding focus pads for your son to practice his punches and kicks, your daughter was hiding her face in her shirt. if it wasn’t for the munching and bag crinkling, you would’ve thought she was just wiping her sweat away. you decide not to interfere, though. it was funny to see your daughter trying to hide that she was eating during training. even funnier that your husband was too busy to notice it happening.

before your son was about to hit the punching pad, he stopped and pointed at his sister, “papa! do you hear that? she’s eating. she should get punished!”

“no! i’m not!” your daughter shouted with her mouth full of chips. she then covered her stomach with her arms. “you have no proof that i’m eating!”

he then walked to where his sister was. “liar! i know you’re hiding it under your shirt.”

your husband sighed in defeat. “okay, okay. stop fighting. training over.”

you pat the area beside you, signaling for him to sit there. when he put his head on your shoulders and took a deep breath, you didn’t know what to feel. sad? happy? sorry? “are you alright?” you asked.

“yeah.” he replied.

the short answer made you place a hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair. “do you want me to scold them?”

“no, it's fine,” he paused. “i’m glad they get to be children. i don’t want to push them to grow up so quickly.”

“that's so sweet of you, satoru. it was very wise and mature of you to say.” you smiled.

he grinned when he heard you basically stroking some ego. “you think so?”

“mhm, it's like i fell in love with you all over again.”

“does that mean we can have another child?” he asked, looking at you with stars in his eyes. stunned, you couldn’t reply. what happened to being sad and needing some comfort? “uhhh...”

me talking: i actually put this on hold because i was too shy to post it… but it’s quite late at night so i find comfort in the moment. yeah, i click post.

should i regret it? AHHH IDKKKK,,,, IS IT A DOO DOO POST???

cw: sh comfort kinda i wanted something raw and intimate. human world setting, i imagine afab!reader but i think it's pretty gender neutral, shitty first drabble

while you were walking to the studio for your pottery painting date, the heat was starting to get to you. "rin! rinnie! can we get a sundae? i'm craving something cold and sweet." you asked.

"alright, but only get one. i'm not going to eat." "okay!" after rin bought you a sundae, you continued your journey to the date 's destination. the red color on rin's face grew by the minute, and it didn't go unnoticed. "dude, are you alright? you're really red." "i'm not dude," he pouted. he was about to say something more but all he could focus on was the sundae you were holding. he couldn't. he shouldn't. he's not allowed to eat sweets. when you put a scoop of your sundae in front of his face, he didn't hesitate to put it in his mouth. when the cool dessert melts in his mouth, he felt a wave of calm throughout his whole body. "yummy?" you asked. "mhm, but not good. that will be the last time i'm letting myself have a cheat meal." he grumbled, mad that he let the temptations get to him.

it was not the last time he let himself have a cheat meal, because while he was very disciplined about his diet, he forgot to factor in one thing. you. "baby, i'm sorry but i can't eat this." he says, looking at the plate with a slice of pizza on it. "i'll get sluggish if i eat this before training."

"but i did all this work to cook it." you said sadly, trying to show him the effort you did to make the food. rin gives you a slight side eye. "you mean put it in the oven? it's frozen pizza." "ok, you caught me. who even has the time to make pizza from scratch an hour before your training starts." you confessed. it's true, who even has time to make food and then go training in an hour. traffic jams are no joke.

"it's okay. i'll just make something after training finishes." he replied. you grab the pizza by the dough and feed it to him. "say "ahh,' rinnie." he took one bite and chewed the food angrily. he wasn't angry at you, why would he ever get mad at you. it was this stupid pizza's fault, why did it have to be offered by his lover? it made it 100 times more appealing than it should have been.

"darling, i'm making the food from now on." he advised. "and it's not because you heated up box pizza. i just want to take care of our diets from now on. i will make it delicious, i promise." "alright, i trust you."

(he eats from your spoon of cheat food when you’re distracted)

just me talking: i lowkey found it cute when i was watching: try not to eat miraculuous ladybug foods... yeahhhhh.