-ËŹË‹ PRETTY BOY! ËŠËŽ-
their reaction when you call them “pretty boy.”
note: pretty boy is one of my fav nicknames to call a boyfie <3
ft. hanamaki takahiro, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, oikawa tooru
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— hanamaki takahiro.
hanamaki thinks you’re playing around at first when you slip it into your conversation. he laughs and brushes it off before attempting to move onto a different topic, but you won’t let him. you notice how he doesn’t acknowledge the nickname so you pause the conversation and tell him that “you know, you’re a pretty boy right, hiro?” he gives you a sheepish grin and rubs the back of his head before replying: “nope, but i guess now i do.” you let out a hmph before taking hanamaki’s face into your hands and telling him for a second time that he’s a pretty boy.
— iwaizumi hajime.
iwaizumi flushes deeply. he wouldn’t really consider himself to be someone who’s “pretty.” he’s overheard people call him hot or handsome even, but never pretty. he manages an awkward tentative “t-thanks?” in response, prompting you to laugh. “you’re pretty, hajime,” you smile, leaning closer to him until he can feel your breath fan across his face, “and i’ll tell you everyday until you believe it.” iwaizumi didn’t think he could blush anymore until you said that. he hides his face in your neck, hoping that you can’t see the way his ears are tinged red, and mutters that you’re the pretty one.
— matsukawa issei.
matsukawa’s brows quirk up when the nickname falls from your lips. it takes him a moment to realize what you’ve said. “you think i’m pretty?” he teases with a lazy grin on his face. he circles an arm around your waist to draw you nearer, causing your chest to be flush with his. “prettiest boy i know,” you shoot right back at him, hooking your arms around his neck. he squeezes your hip with one of his large palms and presses a kiss against your forehead. matsukawa would never say that he’s a pretty boy, but he won’t argue if you do.
— oikawa tooru.
oikawa agrees with you. his eyes brighten the moment you utter the endearment and he gives you a wide grin. placing a hand on his chest, oikawa releases a deep exaggerated sigh before he says, “i am a pretty boy, aren’t i?” but his charming smile morphs into a more sincere one, brimming with fondness, when you emphasize that he’s your pretty boy. oikawa then tosses his arms around your neck, whining about how it’s unfair of you to be so cute.
