#cutestuff

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A cute red crab holds a sparkler on the sandy beach enjoying the magic of the ocean at sunset. 🦀

For the fifth time that morning, Goshiki's alarm rumbles to life. The phone blares some god-forsaken, shrill guitar solo from a song you've never heard, so loud that your head aches immediately. You scramble out of Goshiki's arms and quickly slide the alarm off, almost falling off his tiny, twin sized bed. His neighbors must hate him; the walls are paper thin.

Goshiki doesn't rouse. If you didn't know better, you'd be worried; sleeping perfectly still, with his face down in the pillow, his breathing is so deep and even that you can barely make it out.

"Tsum," you don't bother to whisper as you nudge him with your elbow, but he still doesn't move. The muscles of his back flex slightly under your touch, his silvery stretch marks catching the low light. "Tsutomu, you gotta get up."

Finally, he peels his face from the pillow, eyes still closed. "Five more minutes." he mumbles, blindly reaching out for you.

"You have practice." you brush his bangs to the side, off of his forehead. His course, thick hair sticks straight up, tussled with sleep.

"Don't wanna." he whines as his fingers find purchase in your shirt, tugging you back into him, breast to breast. His lips connect with your neck, tongue grazing over your skin lazily. "I wanna stay here."

His kisses devolve into nibbles before you push him away. If you let him continue, you'd fall for his trap and stay in bed with him all day. "You have to- it's your job." you remind him.

"Can I quit?" he blinks his eyes open, finally looking at you through heavy lids. He tilts his head, lips slightly parted, waiting for a kiss. "I'll just be your trophy husband."

Instead of connecting, you pat his cheek. "You love your job, Tsum."

He snuggles into your hand, eyes falling closed again. "I love you more though."

"I'll tell you what," you say, "If we ever get married-"

"When we get married." Goshiki corrects absentmindedly.

"When we get married, you can retire and become my trophy husband. And you can stay in bed with me all day." you place a kiss on his nose and, as you pull away, he catches you in a real kiss. It's slow, with the gentleness that comes from still being half asleep, but it burns slowly under your skin.

Goshiki loves volleyball- he'll never retire early. But, as you two settle into each other, you can't help but daydream about sleepy mornings where both of you rise after the sun. Days where both of you have no where to go.

Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll have those days together years down the line if you two get married.

When.

Another alarm goes off.

Another batch of colourful junimos~! These should be going out this coming week.

I may just have to holiday my Etsy for a bit so I have time and hands and energy to make for my 2 booths in November 😱😱

Of course, everything else that’s in my online shops will be brought to the booths too!