#chika fluff

takiishi’s is just behind his ear, a thorned vine with roses for you to trace your lips over- a reminder of his protection of you, no matter how he may come across.

if you’re washing the dishes, he’ll stalk behind you and bury his face in your neck, taking greedy inhales of your scent. you smile, expose more of your neck to him- only to yowl out as his teeth sink roughly into the skin.

if you’re showering, he’ll come in and either 1.) join you (doesn’t even shower. he just wants to be in there) or 2.) sit on the toilet lid and just stare at the curtain and wait for you (sometimes he doesn’t care enough to tell you he’s in there and when you turn off the shower and push open the curtain, you shriek)

if you’re curled up in bed, half asleep, he’ll merely lift you up and slip himself under you. you’ll whine and burrow closer to him, mumbling nonsense about how “you woke me up” and “‘s mean to me” and he says nothing but gently rubs his thumb over your cheek. “sorry,” is the gruff reply.

if you’ve got your arms looped around his neck, pressing kisses to his face, he’ll wrap his arms around you and just squeeze you as tight as he can, a silent expression of his adoration for you.