currently dreaming of a tiny tiny little version of yourself. maybe a you're a faerie, maybe one that injured or lost its wings?? no longer capable of flying.
and you end up making yourself at home on top of suguru's head and in his hair. god he'd take such such good care of you. keeping you safe and so far out of harms way your survival instincts start to soften up until they disappear — put simply, you no longer need them. gently caressing your little face in his hands, feeding you with little ceramic dishes he made just for you. he'd coo at everything you'd do and it can be soo embarrassing. your embarrassment only spurs him on tho; it incredibly endearing to him.
it's so so hard for him to control the urge to pull you into a crushing bear hug, or squishing you a little too hard while you rest in his hand (suguru feels cuteness aggression towards you so very strongly but he's kinda good at keeping it in check) he manages to control the urge because he will not even entertain the idea of crushing you. you're his baby and you've chosen him to be your home.
your home he shall be.
• suggestive blurb
