#ghostwrites!

ʚ hugs ɞ

while you’re talking to maki, you feel a hand slithering around your waist. it hangs on the small of your back, circles rubbed against the fabric. there was no need to look behind you to see who it was, without a doubt you knew it was inumaki.

arms encircled your stomach. the inhales and exhales inumaki took could be felt on your back, the heat of his breath warming the nape of your neck.

chuckling, you turn while in inuamki’s arms. flashing a grin towards your boyfriend, you ask, “is there something you need?” a teasing glint in your tone.

inumaki rolls his eyes. despite his reaction, you can’t help but notice the red blush coloring his ears.

“salmon.”

a laugh escapes your lips, finding humor in the way that inumaki huffs, pinching lightly at your cheek. batting his hand away, you pull him closer to you. guiding his chin to rest on your shoulder. one of your arms lay on his back, surrounding his waist.

maki watches in slight amusement as you kiss inumaki’s temple, seeing him nuzzle the side of your neck in response. small smirk edging across her lips, when you carry on with their previous conversation. not bothered by the fluff of white hair squishing your cheek.

the discussion continues, as if it hadn’t paused. though the wandering hands finding their way underneath your shirt and heating the expanse of your exposed skin, was rather distracting. you couldn’t help but feel content in the moment you were in.

ʚ kisses ɞ

the touch of a warm hand nudges against yours, fingers brushing the palm. encasing the digits with their own, as the thumb caresses what it could reach on the back of your palm.

glancing to your left, you’re graced with the sight of pretty violet eyes starting at you.

without so much of a warning, inumaki raises a finger to press against your lips. two gentle taps in the middle. it’s there that what he wants becomes apparent.

kissing his forehead with a smile, you pull away to watch pink flood his face, reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. he’d always get like that after every kiss, it was such a cute habit of his. despite his outward pda and clinginess, every touch by you seemed to fluster him. despite it being him who initiates such touches sometimes.

a sudden shake of inumaki’s head breaks you from your thoughts. bangs swayed side to side at the movement. undoing the zipper of his high collar, inumaki quickly points to his own lips. eyes closed and face scrunched in embarrassment.

holding the side of his cheek, you give a tiny boop to his nose. right before kissing the curse marks near the corners of his lips. you were about to pull away, to tease him some more, but you’re caught off guard by inumaki pushing closer. his lips making sure you don’t leave his own, like you previously attempted.

just as inumaki pushes in, he pulls away. probably at the expense of teasing you, as you did him. the laugh that comes from him at seeing you pout, makes your stomach flip. observing his wide grinning smile and hunched shoulders, feeling your own cheeks burn and increase in heat.

you kiss him again to shut him up.

ʚ cuddles ɞ

scrolling through mindless internet content on your phone wouldn’t have ended in such a bruise to the stomach, had not been for inumaki. at the sight of your back laying in bed and stomach exposed, he had taken the opportunity to jump on top of you. landing roughly, as his body collides with yours.

letting out a pained groan, you fix a glare at the boy curling against your chest. feet intertwined with yours, as his arms find their way under your own.

sighing, you let it go. there was no point in getting mad, when all you could see is a head of white hair. plus you really couldn’t stay mad at him. not when he’s cuddling you like this.

relaxing into the bed’s warm blankets, you idly pet the head laying on your chest. nails lightly scratching the scalp, massaging it. you sweep his bangs back, hands combing the strands away from his forehead.

you feel yourself relax in the moment, humming a sweet melody you heard when you were little. not caring in the slightest if you don’t remember the lyrics.

a minute passes and inumaki stirs in your arms. moving his head to look up at you, chin planted on his hands. legs tangled with each other, while your chests rose and fell in tandem.

you’re still brushing the hair from his eyes, ones which seem to glisten with adoration and love. you catch yourself smiling, caressing his face, as your thumb glides along his lips. the digit traces the curse marks across his face.

he was always so insecure about them. sometimes hated that he had such a curse power. not being able to tell you how he feels, can’t convey how much he loves you through words. you remember him writing all his feelings down on a purple scratch notepad. how he cried in your arms. how your shoulder was soaked with his tears.

it was the same day you told him you loved him. that no matter what he was the only one for you, nothing will ever change that. and it was the same day he told you he loved you too.

that day you both cried in each other’s arms.

“i love you, toge.”

those lovely violet eyes blink towards you. a blush creeps up his face, still he doesn’t let that deter him. grabbing your face with both of his hands, squeezing your cheeks together at the pressure. inumaki kisses all over your face, the sensation tickling each time his lips meet your skin.

“tuna mayo.”

there was this twitter thread, which shows the meanings of inumaki’s onigiri language and there was this one headcanon that “tuna mayo” was inumaki’s term of endearment.