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synopsis: when your favorite restaurant closes down after a long day of work, samu makes sure your cravings are satisfied.
details: fluff┊romantic/established relationship┊timeskip!osamu┊~1.9k words┊gn!reader┊dedicated to @sodaneko, happy birthday lalove! :D
You have had enough of your tight button-up and pants. Long days at work sucked.
It was a labor of love, as you had taken on extra hours at your office job to help Samu. You were both saving up for the large amount of money he needed to finally open Onigiri Miya’s first physical shop, and your earnings are getting you there, albeit slowly.
But honestly, it’s days like this that make you wonder how much longer you can stare at those darn spreadsheets. You wouldn’t mind doing this for your partner, but alas, you were stuck with this random, boring corporation for the meantime.
As you look out the window, you realize that it’s gone dark out. You sigh, continuing to clear out the rest of your table before clocking out.
You pass by other officemates who have stayed behind for overtime, greeting them goodbye. Internally, you felt a little pity for those who were already snoozing on their desks.
When you make it out of the office building, your stomach growls. Right, your last proper meal was lunch and a bunch of random vending machine snacks scattered throughout the afternoon.
Now would be a good time to look for some comfort food. It’s Friday, after all.
As you think of where to eat, your phone suddenly rings. A quick glance lets you know it’s your beloved calling.
“Hi, baby!” Samu’s voice immediately fills your ear when you answer.
You can’t help but smile at the nickname.
“Hey, Samu,” you respond. You try your best to sound a little more enthusiastic, but the hunger and lack of energy have definitely gotten to you. He notices immediately.
“Is somethin’ wrong?”
“No, no. Just tired. I was thinking of eating at one of the nearby cafés for a little pick-me-up.”
“Aw.” You can hear the pout in Samu’s voice. “I can pick ya up, though.”
“Pfft. I don’t doubt it. But, it’s alright, you don’t have to.” You refuse, despite hearing Samu shuffling around. He’s had a long day too—the pop-up market stalls are not easy.
“You need to get all the computations done by tonight, right? For the investor’s report?”
You hear a loud groan. “Stupid report. Can’t he just taste the damn onigiris for himself?”
“I wish it were that simple,” you chuckle. “But yeah, you’ve got a deadline to meet, love. And you had a hard day at work, too. I can take care of myself for now.”
“Mmm, are you sure?” He whines.
“Yes, love, I am,” you smile. “Promise. I’ll go for the teriyaki chicken doria at that nice café, then I’ll be taking the next train home.”
“If you say so. But if anythin’ happens, text me, yeah?”
Man, you love him.
“Will do, Samu. Love you!” You make a smooching sound, which is immediately followed by an excited yell from the other end of the line.
When the call ends, you realize that your cheeks hurt.
Shaking your head fondly, you start your short walk to the café you’ve been thinking about.
You mentally run through their various menu options, but find that you still return to your main craving.
And well, if you get to end the day like this, it means all that hard work is all worth-
Wait.
You stop in your tracks, confused.
Where is it?
You are a hundred percent sure you aren’t lost; you know this area by heart. All the surrounding restaurants and stores are here, but the café?
The bright signage is gone. In fact, the only sign remaining is the large paper taped to the window, with FOR RENT written on it.
“It closed down last week.” The security guard of the clothing store next door tells you with a frown.
“What?” Your jaw nearly drops. “How did I not know about that?”
He looks at the empty establishment and sighs, shaking his head. “It was really sudden. I heard it had something to do with rental fee problems.”
“Aw. I see.”
Internally, you curse at your predicament. It’s horrendous timing for the day, not to mention the yearning you’ll have for their dishes for the rest of your life-
“The only good news I have is that they’re planning to relocate, though I have no idea where yet.”
Oh.
Bowing, you thank the guard for letting you know about the situation. You start making your way to the station, your annoyance growing at the sensation of your feet hurting. On the way, you decide to send Samu a quick text.
Throughout the train ride home, you try your best to keep it together. It’s one thing to be hungry; it’s another to have an unsatisfied craving.
In hindsight, maybe you should’ve bought a small bite at the nearby bakeries or konbinis. But, well, you’re not you when you’re starving.
At least Samu’s making dinner already.
That’s the thought you hold on to until you reach your stop.
When you arrive at your shared residence, you waste no time kicking your heels off and dropping your coat to the floor. For a moment, you stand there in the entryway, taking a deep breath.
You’re home. You’re finally home.
And, as anticipated, something smells good.
“Oh! You’re here!” You hear Samu call out from the kitchen. There’s a rapid clink of plates and utensils before his footsteps pad over to you.
He finally comes into sight, and you can see a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
“You good?” You smile, endeared by his effort. Something about seeing him again rejuvenates you.
“Yeah. Yeah. ‘Course I am.” He wipes his face with his forearm. “I should be askin’ ya that, but I think we both know the answer. So, come on, leave your stuff and come eat.”
You stare at him for a few seconds, trying to etch this memory in your mind. Also, he looks hot-
“What?”
“I do not regret buying you that apron.”
He looks down at the garment you got him as a birthday gift. “Kiss the cook? Yes, you’ll get that in a bit. Let’s goooo!”
Samu pulls you by the arm, threatening to carry you over his shoulder if you don’t start walking any faster. The two of you stumble through the hallway, playfully bumping into each other.
“Okay, okay-” Your eyes land on the dining table, and you freeze.
“Samu? Is that what I think it is?”
He gives you a cheeky grin. “Your craving.”
“Where- Wait, did we even have mozzarella for a doria?”
“Uh, nope. I ran down to the store to get some.” He admits sheepishly. “Gave myself a leg workout. Worth it, though!”
You don’t know if you want to cry, scream, or laugh. All three, maybe. “Samu…”
He pulls out your dining chair. “Sounds cruel, but it’s the one time I hoped your travel wouldn’t go by that fast. Only ‘cause I wanted to make sure I got the taste right before you arrived.”
“And, did you manage?”
“Based on that one bite you only let me have a month ago?”
You swat at his chest.
“Hey! But, yes, I think so. With five minutes to spare.”
“Oh, is that so?”
He shrugs and gestures at your plate. “Be my guest.”
You huff in amusement as you grab the utensils at the side. Samu momentarily leaves to grab you a glass of water, something he had forgotten in the rush of getting everything ready for you.
Wispy trails of steam rise from the teriyaki chicken doria. By the looks of the kitchen commotion, it had just come out of the oven. Sometimes, it makes you feel guilty when Samu pulls out all the stops to surprise you like this, but time and time again, he has reminded you that the best way to repay him is to enjoy what he makes.
And so, you do that. You dig your spoon into the cheese and rice, managing to get a little bit of the chicken for the perfect bite. The inner kid in you rejoices as you test the pull of the mozzarella.
“Oh, thank goodness,” Samu says when he returns to the dining table, taking a seat next to you. “That’s how the cheese looked in the café ad. Glad I did it justice.”
When you finally place the spoonful in your mouth, it’s almost like the last few hours never happened. You couldn’t remember how annoyed and hungry you were before this. Incredible.
“So?” He props his head up on his arms, and he stares at you like he’s a little—no, scratch that—incredibly lovesick. “How is it?”
“Samu, you are a godsend. There’s a reason I think of this as comfort food, and you just,” you raise your hands in the air, “took it to another level.”
“Mission success?”
“Yes! A thousand times, yes!” You put your face into your hands. “What did I do in my past life to deserve you?”
Samu ruffles your hair. “Something really good, for sure. Anyway, eat up. I’ll do the talking.”
“Ha.” You nudge his foot under the table, then reach for your glass. “Go ahead.”
For a few seconds, he remains silent, seemingly pondering the next topic of conversation. Just when you sip your water, he makes a sudden announcement in a dramatic, overly formal voice:
“Did you know the first doria was an improvised dish in the 1930s?”
You nearly spit the water out at his abrupt attempt at humor. “Wh- Samu?”
“Oh god, are you okay?”
“You could have waited ‘til I swallowed,” you say, clearing your throat. “Also, a history lesson, huh?”
“Yep. Kinda memorized it after all those recipes I read through.”
“Fair,” you respond, nodding. “Do continue, Mister Historian.”
“Pfft. So, it turns out this Swiss Chef, uh, Saly Weil made it for a guest at Hotel New Grand.”
You pause to comment before eating another spoonful. “Oh, that hotel in Yokohama?”
“Yeah! The guest was sick, so they asked for a dish that was easy to swallow. So, the Swiss Chef ended up making shrimp doria, and people loved it so much that it became part of the hotel’s menu item.”
“Really?” You raise your eyebrows. “So that’s where it all started, huh?”
“Yep! And honestly, after lookin’ at all the pictures online, I might just become a fan myself.”
“You’re a fan of anything you eat, let’s be real.”
“You-” Samu purses his lips. “Well, of course. I live to eat.”
“Exactly.”
An hour passes before you know it. In that time, Samu recounted his cooking process to you enthusiastically, sharing his joy at how making teriyaki chicken already felt like second nature to him.
(Meanwhile, you point out that doria is the perfect dish that the two of you can make together in the kitchen, and he already looks giddy at the thought.)
“Love?” He asks with a playful lilt in his voice.
“Yeah?”
He scoots his chair closer. “Mind if I taste a little?”
“Huh? What-”
Samu captures your lips without warning. When he pulls away, you just gawk at him.
“Samu, if you wanted a kiss, you could’ve asked-”
“Didn’t quite catch the flavor.”
He goes in for one more kiss.
“There. That’s more like it.” He licks his lips when he finishes.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” you shake your head, unable to contain your smile.
“Here, just eat the damn thing.”
You shove the last spoonful in his direction.
“Thanks for the taste test!” He sends a wink your way, and you roll your eyes at him.
while haikyuu has shown us how to celebrate the different kinds of leaders and captains that exist, i also thank it for giving us the stories of those like michimiya yui.
in high school, i prided myself on my ability to hold leadership positions in class. however, i knew that i could only allocate so much of myself to leadership, especially for extracurricular activities. i cared more about the wellbeing and overall harmony of my classmates, rather than being that common picture of "leadership" where i'm getting people to work at maximum efficiency and whatever.
being made an organization head in college for a year took everything out of me. i was made the face of the organization when i wasn't ready for it. i told myself it was fine, because nobody was willing to step up to the position, but i lacked the "teeth." i couldn't tell people what they needed to hear, out of fear of being inconsiderate.
it was a bad time in general, coming from a year of transition of online to in-person class. our organization was relearning how to plan for non-virtual events. everyone was also in survival mode, prioritizing their academics over extracurriculars, and we all struggled to adjust to the increasing difficulty per semester.
all in all, there were multiple factors that affected how everything turned out; but in the end, i finished junior year carrying the guilt and shame of being unable to make use of the potential my organization had. did the circumstances suck or was i just a bad leader? i guess it was both, as i was a cup running on empty when the school year started. i'm just thankful that i still maintain good relationships with everyone i worked with (and to be fair, everyone was in a similar boat; many of my fellow juniors didn't even want to participate in organizations anymore)
so, hearing michimiya's late realizations of "i should have done more," "i should have tried harder," or "i wasn't strict enough" hit hard. it hurt a LOT when i saw her hold it together for her team, then cry over their loss at qualifiers. how did she feel to be friends with daichi, who succeeded in turning karasuno's male volleyball team around?
for all the smiling and cheering she did at karasuno's games, i knew she was carrying more hurt and regret than she let on. it's the worst kind, where you know it's your fault. there was time. there were so many opportunities. it was all there, but you were unable to make the most out of it.
still, i've tried to be kind to myself about it lately, considering how much my mental health and self-concept has fluctuated since then. also, this is just one of the few leadership failures i've had. i've had my fair share of successes, too. i'm trying to relearn where, how, and why i want to be a leader. for now, it's in small creative fandom spaces, such as a staff member in a writing network. in the future? i'm not entirely sure, but i'm open to changes. all i want is to view leadership as something fulfilling once more.
anyway, i just hope michimiya can do the same; she deserves to be kinder to herself and have someone to talk to about all of it. (of course, that's what fanfiction is for :P)
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(timeskip era, fluff, soft romantic caretaking)
│ written in celebration of ennoshita chikara’s birthday (december 26)
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ennoshita wakes up the way he always does — slow, quiet, gentle.
the kind of man who doesn’t stretch dramatically or groan at the morning; he just exhales softly, runs a hand through his hair, and sits up with that sleepy, calm expression that makes you want to kiss him before he even opens his eyes.
he doesn’t mention that it’s his birthday.
of course he doesn’t.
he never celebrates himself.
never asks for anything.
never wants to be a bother.
which is exactly why you planned everything before he even woke — quietly, carefully, the same way he loves.
when he walks into the kitchen, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, he freezes.
the table is set.
breakfast warm and fragrant — miso soup steaming softly, rice perfectly fluffed, his favorite grilled fish resting on a small ceramic plate.
sunlight spills over everything in a warm, golden wash.
“good morning,” you say softly, turning toward him.
“happy birthday, love.”
his face goes pink immediately.
not embarrassed — just overwhelmed.
“you… didn’t have to do all this.”
you walk over and kiss his cheek, lingering there for a second because you can feel him melt beneath your lips.
“i wanted to.”
he sits down slowly, almost carefully, as if afraid touching anything will break the spell.
you watch the way his shoulders drop when he tastes the first bite — a soft tension leaving his body.
you spend the morning with him.
not doing anything extravagant — just existing.
you sit with him while he reads through birthday messages on his phone.
you kiss the back of his neck while he pours tea.
you laugh when he shyly asks if you’ll sit on his lap for a few minutes because “it’s my birthday, i’m allowed to ask for something… right?”
time moves gently around him.
he’s relaxed in a way he rarely lets himself be.
after breakfast and a slow morning on the couch — your legs draped over his, his thumb tracing lazy circles into your ankle — he finally decides to shower.
he stands, stretching lightly.
“i should get cleaned up,” he says softly.
“go ahead,” you smile, “the bathroom’s all set.”
he doesn’t question it.
he just nods and walks down the hall, opening the bathroom door—
and stops.
the lights are dim and warm.
candles flicker on the counter, casting soft shadows.
steam drifts lazily into the air.
the bath is drawn perfectly — water shimmering a pale gold, scented lightly with cedar and vanilla, his favorite soothing combination.
there’s a folded towel.
fresh clothes waiting.
your touch in every detail.
he stares.
“i—” he starts, but the words die.
he swallows, trying again.
“you did this?”
you step behind him, sliding your arms around his waist, chin resting between his shoulder blades.
“you take care of everyone,” you whisper.
“today, i want to take care of you.”
his shoulders tremble — just barely — with a quiet, emotional exhale.
“thank you,” he murmurs, voice thick and soft.
you help him undress, gentle and slow, your fingers brushing over his skin like warm breath.
he steps into the bath, lowering himself into the water with another soft sigh, head tipping back as the warmth sinks into his muscles.
you sit on the little stool beside the tub, dipping your hands into the water before running your fingers through his hair, massaging slow circles into his scalp.
his eyes flutter shut.
his lips part.
and for a moment, he looks like a man who finally remembers what peace feels like.
when he gets out — skin warm, hair damp, expression impossibly soft — you guide him to the table again.
lunch is ready.
comfort food.
gentle flavors he loves.
something warm simmering in the pot, the scent filling the kitchen like a soft embrace.
“you’re really spoiling me,” he whispers, sitting down, cheeks flushed with gratitude he doesn’t know how to hide.
“good,” you say simply.
the afternoon drifts by in quiet bliss.
you curl up with him on the couch, your legs tangled, your fingers tracing gentle patterns on the inside of his wrist.
you kiss his jaw.
you press your forehead to his temple.
you hold him through long, quiet moments where he doesn’t say anything —
but his breathing tells you everything.
as the evening settles in, you bring out a small wrapped gift. nothing flashy — just something personal, thoughtful, chosen with intention.
his hands tremble slightly as he unwraps it.
he looks at what you gave him.
then at you.
then back down.
his breath catches.
“i… i don’t even know what to say.”
his voice is barely above a whisper.
“you don’t have to say anything,” you murmur, brushing your thumb over his knuckles.
“just let yourself be loved today.”
he sets the gift down carefully — reverently — before pulling you into his arms, holding you like he’s afraid the moment will slip away if he doesn’t keep you close enough.
“this is the best birthday i’ve ever had,” he whispers into your hair.
“i didn’t know it could feel like this.”
you smile against his chest, warm and steady.
“get used to it,” you murmur.
“i plan on loving you like this every year.”
his arms tighten around you, his breath warm against your neck, and for the first time in his life, ennoshita chikara lets himself be held without guilt, without hesitation — completely, wholeheartedly cherished.
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i forgot to schedule this one it was sitting in drafts not queue :( happy belated birthday ennoshita
i meant pfp change yes whoopsies hi how are u i must confess im ur departed friend (?) but i missed u so i came to stalk ur account then i saw that then Etc Etc hi
OMG?? tbh i have a lot of "departed friends" on here and i miss you all so dearly too waaaa <3
thank you for checking in on me! am doing better and moving forward with my life goals :] i hope all is well for you too <3
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hiiii stell 🤩 how are you and ennoshita working as a PT and SLP (professionally and…well, privately)? what’s the dynamic? your favorite parts about it? gimme all the yume deets >:)
OH MY GOD. took me a while to answer this but YAYAYAYAYAYAY finally, we have: ennoshita chikara (22) physical therapist and stellar (22) speech-language pathologist!
commission drawn by holograpeach on ig
i went into a deep dive on which sendai universities have both physical therapy and speech-language pathology programs. i settled on tohoku bunka gakuen university. ngl i'm so jealous of their facilities and their uni-owned clinic...so cute :,)
both their PT and SLP programs are 4 years long and have internships, similar to my uni's programs. BUT in terms of my lore, i still follow my own uni's curriculum and structure!
also, ennoshita graduates on time (4 years) while i stay back for one semester (4.5 years), which is similar to my irl situation.
the reason we ended up going to the same university was because we did college searches together and talked about which careers would suit us! we applied to multiple colleges, but the one i listed up there was the goal.
fun fact, he confessed to me on HS graduation day and did the cliché giving-your-crush-your-second-button thing. i also ended up cutting the second button from my uniform blouse and giving it to him when we got home.
have i mentioned that we're neighbors? LOL we travel to school together (and have been doing so since grade school). this also means that our dates are easier due to proximity & our families being close!
so in uni, we shared some subjects for non-major/interdisciplinary courses (research in allied health professions, community practice, evidence-based practice). then during senior year/internship year, we had two similar rotations where we worked as co-interns.
*each numbered column represents a 2-month period! those split in half are equivalent to a month. some are 1 month straight, or 2 months with a midweek split between sites
for pediatric setting, chikara and i had chances to work on a similar client who had gross motor and speech difficulties.
in the community-based setting, we lived together with our other co-interns at the chosen community's dedicated residential space. a lot of what we did was disability profiling and needs assessment.
there is an asterisk on the hospital because that's where i decided to stop and take a break due to mental health. i also requested a change to "slower" settings and care centers, which worked!
after graduation, chikara has decided to pursue sports and hospital rehabilitation. meanwhile, i primarily work in pediatric practice.
i am still wondering if i open a pediatric center in the future with colleagues. chikara might be a PT consultant there too for complex cases involving motor skills, but i see him continuing to work primarily with adolescents and adults.
in general, we both have thoughts of teaching at our university as well. sometime in the future, perhaps, when we gain more experience and are able to sustain ourselves more independently. not sure if i'd do a full-time position, but mentorships and clinical supervision for sure!
although speech-language pathology and physical therapy are different areas, we have overlapping clients. truth be told, there are a lot of considerations for clients with physical conditions or disabilities that aren't always explicitly taught. gross and fine motor skills aren't part of our scope, so this is where having a PT as a partner comes in handy (at least for gross motor stuff lol)!
fun facts: so when we teach clients about movement, we often start with the proximal (body parts closest to our core/center) to distal (going outwards, furthest parts of our body such as our fingers). so, before we can demand precise movements from limbs, hands/feet, and even our mouth, we need to ensure our core is stable. otherwise, it's shaky foundations all around. ennoshita's great at helping me with clients that have prominent core difficulties, such as some people with cerebral palsy (CP). the better the core stability, the better the produced speech.
on the flip side, i give ennoshita lots of advice for clients with communication difficulties. this shows up in clients with down syndrome, CP, post-stroke, or post-traumatic brain injury. usually, i give him strategies like alternate forms of communication (pictures, writing, typing, facial expressions, gestures) if speaking alone doesn't suffice (i.e., his client has difficulty speaking and/or understanding the speech of others).
so yeah, lots of interdisciplinary collaboration going on! and even if we don't share patients, it's great to have another person to share ideas with. i find that constantly thinking alone makes me more doubtful of myself too aaaa!
now, for the more personal aspect, ennoshita and i are still pretty anxious people. a lot of people do put their trust in us and it can be pressuring when we aren't sure if we're doing everything right or not.
addressing patient needs is never a one-size fits all thing, so we are still left with the need to make clinical judgments in unique situations. we have protocols and general principles, but how they're applied and delivered differs.
beyond the work expectations, ennoshita and i generally take many of things to heart. we think a lot about what others say and do involving us. it takes a lot out of us to consistently show up when things get challenging, and we try very very hard to keep it together. it is a genuine blessing that we understand each other better than anyone else.
and so, ennoshita and i ensure that we both have ample time to be together and time to be ourselves. hobby and rest times are also recognized as a must, not a reward for work.
we've grown very perceptive of each other's behavioral cues. i know when ennoshita's being a little stubborn and hiding how he feels about a personal problem from everyone. i get it, because i'm like that too.
i learn how to give him enough space for independence, while also reminding him that i'm there and willing to help whenever. he does the same for me. we've also learned not to be too tolerant of each other's avoidance; patience is important, but we also need a little nudge forward via tough love. :)
hajime headcanons on a scale of canon compliant to totally unhinged
so there's this guy...
canon compliant/widely accepted
big guy. big guy. big big guy. big guy spongebob pants okay. yeah he’s pretty huge. says he isn’t but that’s because his literal job is being around bigger guys.
filipino (MORENO) on his mother’s side
super athletic. like we been knew this
pokemon fan. he’d be so excited if you asked “hajime, if you were a gym leader, what pokemon type would you specialize in?” he will LIGHT up. “SO i actually have this written down, i have like, a whole team set up and everything—” ummm spoilers it's rock or bug
can cut an apple with his bare hands (ripping it apart with sheer force)
guess i'll add rich since no one talks about the fact that he went to a private school and then stays in california for uni (+ grad school)
canon to personal territory
runs hot, doesn’t get cold easily. he's a literal heater
he's got a socal accent when speaking english. no, like, for real!
romantic!!! and a hopeless one at that
carries a photo of both you and oikawa in his wallet
lets you win whenever you challenge him to an arm wrestling competition
uses earbuds. he exercises and runs, so he likes that he can just stick it in his pocket. doesn’t really care about sound quality either
not a jewelry guy. he uses his hands a lot and he's usually courtside for his job, so it gets in the way. but! will tuck a necklace under his collar if it meant a lot to him....and maybe perhaps wear one ring on a particular finger on a certain hand...
skateboards, surfs, and snowboards
career focused. don't expect to get married in college
where did that even come from
nerds gummy cluster whore. claims it’s “only for hikes, runs, and cycling, okay?”
he needs glasses but doesn’t wear them for reasons unknown (i’m turning into ilya rozanov as we speak) just kidding the reason is that they get in the way! they fog up! they fall down! they spin around when he's laying on his side! they get dirty every day! he believes there are no benefits to his glasses except seeing. and he CAN see. he can see JUST fine.
has teeny little dimples when he smiles real wide
clingy drunk
shitter. nasty farts, even nastier shits. has thrown up maybe twice in his life and both were in infancy
unfortunately doesn’t know how to answer dumb hypotheticals because it has literally never occurred to him that you would ever turn into a worm
doesn’t know how to wrap gifts. he tries but it’s not good. it's the problem of too much tape, not enough wrapping paper
he's dogshit at video games. you’d think with all that kinesthetic intelligence he’d be able to press buttons on a controller or keyboard but no
initially, you refuse to admit it, though your fascination slips past the aisle of your thoughts and starts to form in the rhythmic way you tread your fingers through his golden hair, eventually conceding as you comment. “you hair is so soft.”
tsukishima kei hums, eyes shut as he lay on your chest, feeling his scalp being massaged gently as you untangle the tensions.
“you sleepy?”
“yeah. sorry.”
“don’t be, get some rest.” you say, eliciting a yawn from him.
“is it normal to feel sleepy around your partner?”
“i guess so, heard they can regulate your nervous system or something.”
“you stress me out sometimes.”
you raise a brow, pausing your ministrations, eager to tease and be teased. “okay, and?"
“you love to ragebait me.”
“so do you?”
you see the wrinkling of his brow first before the purse of his lips, almost as if he's pouting. "it's not my fault, you're too easy anyway. and who said you could stop?"
you hum this time, fingers stayed put. "stop what?"
with his eyes closed and a scoff, his expression twists even more into something close to hesitation, "i see you, wipe that grin off your face."
"dunno what you're talking about, darling."
you like to think he's refusing to admit to the fact that he likes being teased by you—no, you're certain. you know him just as much.
long and sluggish arms snuggle your figure, he kicks off the blanket from his waist to reveal the expanse of his broad chest and exposing his calf down, only wearing boxers while the rain pours with intermittent strength. he mumbles against your chest, lips kissing the midline of your torso where the sternum protrudes, you feel his body sharing warmth, engulfing you whole.
then, he mutters, "please."
"please, what?"
he lifts his head to look at you, glasses left aside on your nightstand. his eyes are mellowed out so much you can't take his annoying expression seriously, holding your stare for a short minute, before succumbing to his fate, a subject to your whims. "please massage my hair like that."
"wasn't so hard now, was it?"
he can only dignify with a low groan. sighing when you finally continue to stroke his hair. "thank you."
"don't mention it."
you know you could stay like this forever, even when your blanket is strewn on the floor, or his weight on top of you, or how he becomes softer against the steady pulse of the rain. you wouldn't trade it for the world.
and in the way he sinks heavier against you, you know he wouldn't either.
hello mootiepies! this is an open invitation to send in requests for double date moodboards with our self-ships! romantic and platonic both welcome :]
here are lists of my fave characters + self-ships for reference!
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shirabu x reader, timeskip, established relationship, drabble
"I have an exam tomorrow and the study guide for..." Kenjirou mumbled- you didn't quite understand what he was saying. Was he already developing doctor's speech? (rather than doctor's handwriting, it seemed)
If you felt tired from watching him zombie his way through med school, how was he alive? You watched him trudge through the kitchen for a protein drink, opening the cabinet and grabbing the drink at a record low time- rare, for Kenjirou who had always did his best, even for the small things.
When he couldn't even smile properly at the sight of you, as he always did, you grabbed his face, cupped his cheeks and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Kiss." you demanded.
His eyes shot open. He let out a bit of a giggle and gave you a bit of a peck on the lips-
"Not enough. Five minute break," you pouted. At this point, Kenjirou would be the patient student, rather than the med student (and getting 200%s) He grumbled something you couldn't understand and followed you into the couch, falling into your arms as if he'd been famished.
Puffing your cheeks was Kenjirou's call to kiss, and rather than earlier's quick kiss, his lips lingered at yours, gently squeezing and breathing you in with no sign of haste.
His gaze after spoke nothing of the despair of med school- what more was there in this moment?
