#hirocat

Made this to complement my fanfic.

The link is here.

YES!!! YES YOU CAN FALLON !!

tan lines : who forgets their sunscreen and ends up burned?

hiromi :( i never forget because i have the skin tone and type of a porcelain doll and will burn when it's raining out. poor hiro ends up with a red nose for months. it's kind of adorable when he comes back from vacation with his suit newly pressed and hair combed sporting a comically red schnoz. i'm usually the one wearing the jester hat but this summer ??? honk honk hiromi fruit salad : what kind of drinks are in the cooler while sitting by the water?

i can't explain this i just really think hiromi is a white claw white girl. meanwhile im preparing a pitcher of something fruity and rummy and getting absolutely blasted with it. he's on his third claw and i'm halfway through the pitcher straddling him and trying to convince him we're on a nude beach (we are by a lake in the middle of north carolina)

yes absolutely thank u dear fallon

orange juice ✦ what does a saturday morning look like for you two? i think it's no secret that hiromi works. like, works. and i have no doubt there's saturdays in there where he's still on the clock, because justice doesn't sleep. but on those occasions where he actually has a real day off, we try to take it slow. i am not letting him out of bed until, at the earliest, 8:30 AM. he knows what happens if he tries to leave before then (but orange juice is a sfw option so i will not go into detail here teehee).

once we're up and about, we spend the morning getting everything in order that went by the wayside during the weekday. it's all very tooth rottingly domestic; quick kisses across the kitchen island while we sort dishes, his shoulder squeezed while he files receipts, my ass tapped when i bend down to water the perennials… i sigh dreamily

then we simply must go somewhere. im an american expat with a hot lawyer husband 15 years my senior! everyone must see us walk around town in a state of wedded bliss! im not picky about where, though i am partial to a museum or one of those gacha/crane game parlors. perhaps i even pull him by the sleeve of his cardigan and kiss him in front of a baroque masterpiece. to which he will blush down to his collarbones because PDA terrifies him.

but of course then we go home and he takes the lead in making insane whoopie. in private the gloves are off and i am in danger !!!! do not save me i am exactly where i want to be !!!