ooohhh how i love insecure shoto who makes himself cry just a lil harder when he realizes you stay coddling and praising him that much longer.
he can’t get enough of your sweet voice, soft hands, worried frown while your chubby cheeks are puffed out while you fret and dan over him, letting his messy hair and pressing only the most loving of kisses on his wet hot cheeks.
and ooohh how pitiful he feels when he collapses in your arms, wailing and hiccuping his way through the latest rant about how lost and broken he feels, but ohh it feels so devilishly good to have you soak up all his hurt and soothe him, whispers of heaven and perfection and ‘i love you’s clouding his vision and dizzying his mind as he struggles to relax, melting away into your warm arms with a shameful shiver.
