Sunshine 🌻 Gator 🐊

♯ really need to step up my writing skills.. please never get bored of my domestic choso

Dating Choso for a few months had been surprisingly normal.

At first, he was quiet, respectful of your space, and very careful with every touch.

Honestly, you thought he'd always be that shy. How can you not? He'd hold your hands gently, sitting closely but not too close, and ask before kissing you.

Then somewhere along the way, something changed.

Maybe he was getting comfortable. But whatever the reason was, your boyfriend slowly transformed into the clingiest man alive.

"Choso."

"Hm?"

You turned your head to look at him, letting out a small laugh. "Why are you standing there?"

He blinked once. "I missed you."

You tilted your head. "I was gone for five minutes, to the bathroom."

"It felt longer," He frowned slightly.

You laughed under your breath, turning back toward the kitchen counter. "You're getting clingy."

Quiet footsteps approached behind you.

Then, you felt his warmth behind you. His arms slipped around your waist with his chin settled on top of your head, like this had become a second nature to him.

"Choso," you sighed fondly. "I'm trying to cook here."

"You can still do that," he murmured.

"Not when my boyfriend is attached to me."

"I like being close to you."

Over time, he grew clingier in small ways.

Hand resting on your thigh whenever you sat next to each other, quietly following you around the apartment, pulling you back into bed whenever you tried getting up.

Today was no different.

You had almost escaped, almost.

Your foot was already on the floor, ready to start the day.

Then the mattress dipped behind you. A sleepy groan echoed through the room before something warm enveloped your waist.

"Mm, stay," he grumbles.

You laughed quietly. "Good morning to you too," you whispered.

You glanced over your shoulder to look at him. His hair was a mess, eyes barely open as he clung to you.

"Too early," he mumbled as he buried his face deeper against your back.

"It's almost ten."

"So?"

"So.. it's not early?" You said, rubbing his hair.

His arms tightened slightly around your waist as you tried to move again.

"Just stay."

You sighed. "I need to get up."

Suddenly, you were pulled backward onto the mattress with a surprised laugh. Choso immediately curled around you again.

"Hey!" You tried to push him, playfully, but he won't move.

You turned slightly in his hold, only to find him already staring at you with those sleepy eyes.

"Let's make a deal, Cho," you said suddenly.

Choso blinked once before propping his head with his hand.

"What deal?"

"You let me get out of bed," you added. "And when i come back, we can cuddle all day. Maybe we can have lunch in bed?"

Choso went quiet immediately.

Slowly, his grip on your waits loosened.

"Lunch in bed?"

"Mhm."

"Together, right?"

You laughed softly. "Of course."

Choso hummed thoughtfully, still unconvinced. But after a moment, he finally let his arm fall away from your waist.

"Fine," he mumbled. "But make it quick."

You smiled triumphantly, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "Deal."

The second you pulled away, Choso caught your wrist again.

"Can you bring me with you?"

You tilted your head. "To.. where?"

"Wherever you're going."

"Wherever i'm going," you repeated, trying not to smile. "Even when i'm brushing my teeth?"

"Mhm," Choso nodded against the pillow. "I'll wait."

You stared at him for a moment before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

"You're actually attached to me now."

Choso leaned in to the kiss, looking completely unashamed. "I don't see a problem."

hockey!toji who skates off the ice with blood on his lip, grin crooked, and he already knows exactly where you’re standing before his skates even hit the tunnel floor.

hockey!toji who hears the arena cheer his name above him and barely reacts because the real victory is you rolling your eyes at him from the stands like you didn’t just scream when he scored the winning goal.

hockey!toji who calls out “baby!” across the chaos, and you immediately snap back “absolutely not,” your glare sharp. he grins harder, because he likes it when you look at him like that.

hockey!toji who barrels through the crowd half in gear, half in victory delirium, and wraps an arm around your waist.

hockey!toji who gets shoved in the chest immediately because you refuse to make anything easy for him, even when he’s bleeding and laughing like it’s funny, like it’s nothing.

hockey!toji who ignores every insult you throw at him. “you’re disgusting,” “you smell like a wet dog,” “you’re bleeding,” and just keeps replying “we won though” like it’s the only argument that matters in the universe. well, the argument and you, of course.

hockey!toji who hears the student section erupt into “TOJI’S GIRLFRIEND!” and “THAT'S HIS WIIIIIIFE!” and looks way too pleased about it like he didn’t already plan to show off the second he saw you.

hockey!toji who tightens his hold when you try to step away, lifting you off the ground without effort.

hockey!toji who hears the entire student section start chanting “KISS HER!” and doesn’t even pretend to hesitate.

hockey!toji who kisses you like the game never ended, like adrenaline is still burning in his veins, like he’s trying to prove something to everyone watching and also to himself that you’re real and here and his.

hockey!toji who pulls back just slightly, forehead almost touching yours, and you're still trying to look annoyed but your hands are in his jersey.

hockey!toji who laughs when you shove his face away, smug as hell, because your expression gives you away every single time even when you’re trying to look furious.

hockey!toji who hears the arena erupt again and just smirks like yeah, they can talk. he already knows how the story ends.

Zuko’s like no, yeah, I totally get it, and just makes her one of his advisors. At first it’s just so she has a good excuse to stay but after the first meeting Toph storms out shouting about how EVERYONE was lying why would you even need to lie about what kind of tea you want??

Zuko: I mean they’re politicians…..but also who, and when, and in what way

They make a subtle Morse code system so Toph can warn him when someone is lying to him without tipping anyone off that she can sense lies.

So like a long time ago I had a professor that I absolutely adored. She happened to be Japanese American. She grew up speaking Japanese at home but never really spent a lot of time in Japan. She mostly spoke with other Japanese Americans and read books.

So one day early in her teaching career there’s an exchange student from Japan who’s having a hard time understanding a concept so she explained it to him in Japanese and then he looked absolutely rattled. Like in shock. Pale.

This is how she learned that the way she speaks Japanese makes her sound like a gang member.