#ateee

“Baby, have you seen the—” The words die on his tongue when he enters the room and sees you.

You’re perched at your vanity, carefully dusting something glittery across your eyelids. Daichi’s gaze drifts helplessly from your perfectly styled hair, to the smooth line of your back, all the way down to the heels strapped around your ankles.

You look unreal.

“The what, Daichi?” You set the brush down and stand, turning toward the full-length mirror in the corner of your room. You tilt your head, examining yourself before meeting his reflection behind you. He’s still frozen. “Sweetie… what? Do I look weird?”

He blinks, like he’s just remembered how to function. Slowly, he crosses the room, hands settling on your hips as if to ground himself.

“Definitely not weird.”

“Then what?” you groan softly, nerves creeping in as you turn, checking the back of your dress. “You’re making me nervous.”

“No, y/n.” His voice drops, warm and honest. “You look amazing.” He pauses as his eyes trail down the back of your dress. “Where are you going?”

“It’s girls’ night, remember?” you say, glancing at him over your shoulder. “I missed the last two because of work.”

As you ramble on about drinks and dancing and how late you might stay out, his hands wander— familiar, slow, appreciative.

“I think you look good,” he murmurs. “A little too good.” His palms slide lower, and he leans in pressing his nose against your neck. “And you smell really good. Do you have to go out?”

“Dai,” you giggle, swatting his arm lightly but not moving away. “Of course I do and why are you being so freaky?”

“I’ve never seen you in this dress,” he admits. “I like it. I really like it.”

“Really like it?” you tease. “Wow. Very descriptive.”

He grins. “Sorry. I meant you look absolutely delectable. Like I’d drop to my knees right now an—”

You slap his hand as it sneaks up your thigh, laughing despite yourself. “I’m still going out, Daichi.”