#cat son

He's growing to such a floof monster. Look how gorgeous floofy he is with that little cute pink nose. I want to boop it but he's sleeping while waiting for you to come back from your small workout session. These cheeks remind me of someone though I wonder who ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

[image ID: a photo of a hand holding up a croissant to the camera. a black cat in the background is sniffing at the croissant with dilated pupils. /end ID]

“If you shove cake in my face, this will be the worst wedding night of your life.”

Kenma’s threats fell on deaf ears. Tetsurou grinned as he took a dainty bite of the cake Kenma held up for him. Then he took his new husband’s cheek in one hand and with the other he smashed half a slice across his face. He cackled as Kenma glared at him, years of practice keeping him from cowering at the look. He smoothed his thumb through the mess across Kenma’s cheeks and leaned down to lick a bit of frosting off his nose.

Kenma glared, and glared, and glared until suddenly he was laughing. He wrapped his arms around Tetsurou’s middle and smeared his face across Tetsurou’s chest. Tetsurou squawked, but wrapped his arms around Kenma as well.

The night devolved into dancing and laughter and drunk friends and laughing at the drunk friends, until Tetsurou knew Kenma could take no more. So Tetsurou took his hand and drew him away quietly. There would be no sendoff tonight, no gathering of friends and a getaway car. Just a quiet “thank you” to Akaashi for distracting Bokuto, and a quiet slip into the night.

“I love you,” Kenma whispered. Tetsurou, busy taking off his dress shirt and wondering if it was worth attempting to save, looked up in surprise.

“I love you too, Kenma,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

“Why does something have to be wrong for me to say I love you?” Kenma huffed. Tetsurou smiled, dropping the shirt. He walked over to where Kenma was sitting on the bed, already wearing a pair of soft sweatpants that probably belonged to Tetsurou originally. He sat behind Kenma and gathered him into his lap.

“Nothing has to be wrong,” Tetsurou said, “but something usually is when you say it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“Because you deserve to hear it more often.” Kenma looked down. “You deserve someone who-“

“Who loves me as much as I love them,” Tetsurou interrupted. “Who lets me get away with some of my shit, but not all of it. Who has stood by my side for years, and will for years to come. Kenma, I deserve you, and you deserve me, and that’s the end of that.” He brushed some of Kenma’s long hair out of his eyes and smiled. “I love you, kitten, you know that.”

“I do,” Kenma said. “I don’t understand it, but I know it.”

“Then you also know, because you know me, that when I love someone, I don’t just dump them because they don’t communicate in the way they think they should.” Tetsurou hugged Kenma a little tighter. “I hear you, when you say it without saying it. I hear it when you tell me to get some sleep, or when you ask for a hug. I hear it when you talk me through my panic attacks. I hear it when you buy my favorite candies, or leave a new book on my nightstand, or when you say nothing at all. Baby, I hear you, so much more than you realize.”

“That’s terrifying,” Kenma breathed.

“I know,” Tetsurou laughed. “How do you think it feels marrying you? You, who sees everything?”

“I only see good when I look at you,” Kenma said.

“I only hear I love you when you speak,” Tetsurou replied. “So I guess we’re kind of made for each other, huh?”

Kenma was quiet for a long time, so long that Tetsurou was sure he had fallen asleep. But then he lifted his head, looked Tetsurou in the eye, and said,

“Sap.”

Tetsurou smiled.