#cutsie

“honey—you’re not gonna like it.” nanami warned as your eyes goggled his bowl of rare looking food, this was your third time asking him for a bite. “oh my god nanami! how am I gonna know if I don’t like it if I never tried it!”

he twists his in the bowl, food going into his mouth whilst your mouth began to water, her makes it look good and you—well you just wanted one bite! “y/n, honey. please stop pouting your making me feel horrible.”

you send him glares from the couch, his shirt swallowing you whole as you crossed your arms, you look back at him—sat at the table enjoying his meal. “baby please! just one bite!”

he puts his fork down, looking annoyed as ever his patience wearing thin with you. “no I’m not going to give you a bite because I know you’re not gonna like it—and then you’re going to ask me, and I quote—‘nanami how the hell do you like this?”

you’re stubborn as hell, the reason he predicts you is because this has happened on multiple occasions, “okay fine whatever—just say you hate me.” you now face the tv, arms crossed once again as you mock him under your breath. ‘not gonna like it—blah blah blah.”

“sweetheart,” he tries but you ignore him, your gonna do this until he gives you a bite. “honey.” he stands up now, his feet pattering over to you his bowl in his hand.

you try to hide the smile that sneaks onto your face when you see the bowl in his hand, “ah, there it is” he murmurs, twisting the fork and you widen your mouth, the taste is so bitter. but to your surprise nanami has a napkin in front of you—handing it over. “go on.” and you spit the food out. “yuck! babe how the hell do you like that?” he throws his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “god i know you so well.”

he leans in pressing a kiss to your cheek, “maybe because I’m not a picky eater.” you scoff, “I’m not a picky eater—I just won’t eat anything you eat..”

“exactly a picky eater.” he states

“are you trying to argue with me right now?”

“what—no y/n.”

“hm.”

he places the bowl aside, now placing a kiss on your lips. “I love you—even if you are a picky eater, and think I don’t know you.” you give him a glare, “yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes sarcastically, “i love you too.” you smile.

“you really drive me up the wall.” and you smack with the couch pillow.

Ghost: What are you doing...?

Soap: *hesitantly* cuddling?

Ghost: *glances around empty room*

fem nagireo art!:)