ANGEL

If Yuji was asked to describe his girlfriend? There was only one way ⸻ pink, glittery, vanilla scented, pretty.

But don't be fooled. Most men would want a way out. Yuji does not. In fact, if he could be anywhere in the world, he'd choose to be with you.

He is exactly where he wants to be.

"Yuji?" You're sprawled on his bed, watching as he games. It's some dumb fighting game he'd insisted on buying.

"Hm?" He doesn't glance up from the console.

"Do you know where my lipgloss is?"

He immediately abandons his game, clocking into his boyfriend duties. "Which one?"

"The clear gliterry one." You reply, watching as he searches the wrinkles in his duvet, under his pillows, the floor, his desk.

"Have you checked your bag?" He asks as he peers under the bed.

You glance towards your little pink handbag. "No." You frown. Reaching for the bag, you rummage around a bit. "Found it! Thank you, Yuji. You're the best."

He beams at the praise. "Of course, baby." He tosses himself down beside you, watching as you apply the lipgloss.

As the designated taste-tester, once you've coated your soft, juicy lips in shimmering gloss, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

You make a small whiney sound in the back of your throat. When he pulls back, your lips are pushed out into a pout.

He licks his lips. Vanilla flavoured. "10/10, baby." He says trying to go in for another taste.

"Stoppp," You giggle, pushing him back. The sound makes him smile.

He is absolutely, undeniably obsessed with you.

"Fine." He relents with a dramatic, mock sigh, rolling over theatrically.

"C'mere." You whine.

The second he rolls to face you, you're on top of him, your thighs on either side of his torso. His hands instinctively find your hips to hold you there. You take his face gently, holding his chin with one hand, as you lean closer, applying the shimmering gloss to his lips. Your breath mingles with his. Yuji stays perfectly still until you're done, then his tongue darts out to lick his glittery lips.