#kise fluff

he huffs. "mean! i was at a modeling gig and they gave me stuff!!" you open your mouth to retort but he's faster. "and before you say 'so they think you're ugly?' just so you know, they want me to be their next model! isn't that so cool, y/n-chin?!"

he looks at you with those sparkles in his eyes.

you give him a lopsided grin. "that's great, baby," you compliment as you kiss him on the cheek. "so tell me about this little haul."

he smiles even wider, happy that you're interested. ryota starts explaining them one by one and some confuse you because you don't know if he uses those products everyday and it feels like it will take him an hour and—did he just say that that face mask take five hours to use?!

"actually..." you know that look. he wants something. "i think it'd be super nice if we could share! not that your skin is bad or anything, y/n-chin but i just think it'd be fun... if you wanna be into this kinda stuff..."

you look at him softly, admiring how bashful he looks as if you haven't been dating for 6 months.

"i'd love to, ryo."

"y/n-chin, come on. let's rinse your face now!"

a year later, with the same smiles on both your faces, you walk up to him.

"coming~"

your feet slowly lead you towards him. he steps aside to give you some room to wash your face, watching your reflection in the mirror.

"if i was a worm, i'd wanna be the type that lives under your skin. then i can feel how smooth your face is all the time."

he shudders. "don't be creepy, y/n-chin."

With your class schedule and locker assignment printed on the paper in your hand, you haphazardly made your way towards the hallway where your locker was supposed to be. However, upon arriving in the hallway, you found a couple of students in a group standing right where your locker should be. A composed manner in your step brought you closer to the group, and you signaled the one closest to you by poking his shoulder with your finger.

In an instant, the student turned around, forcing his yellowish-blonde hair to swish along with his turning head. His caramel, brown eyes were on full display along with a typical, smiley face.

Just as his mouth opened to ask a question, you started first, speaking in an annoyed tone, “You and your buddies are standing in front of my locker.”

The boy’s face immediately twisted into a confused expression, and his head turned to look over at his friends who all had a similar expression pressed on their faces.

“Well? Are you going to move, or not?” your patience growing thin within you as your eyebrows furrowed. The boy scratched the back of his head and nodded, speaking a little off guard, “Uh… yeah, sure. Let’s go someplace else guys.”

Your eyes watched everyone within the group make the space in front of your locker available, allowing you to walk up to it. Unbeknownst to you, pondering, caramel eyes captured your figure as you were shoving the copious amounts of enormous gifts into the small space of your locker.

Whispers inched towards the blonde haired boy’s ears, specifically about the strange way you didn’t go all insane when seeing their friend’s face like all the other students do. When it came to the attention he got in school, Kise Ryouta would fully indulge himself into it, going from taking pictures to signing his modeling magazines. There was never a time where he wasn’t the center of attention anywhere, yet today, the lack of attention from a student he’s never seen was enough to peak his curiosity.

“Kise, you coming?” one of his friends called out from down the hall. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Kise turned to nod in response, “Yeah, coming.”

He jogged a little to reach his friends and was quickly sucked into whatever the topic of the conversation was, all while reminiscing the brief moment between the two of you.

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Apart from the dread that comes with school and doing work for you, the weather outside was perfect for a lovely lunch break spent outdoors. As soon as the bell signaling the beginning of the lunch period sounded, you rushed out of the hallway and towards the open, green area that rested along the side of the school where the gymnasiums were located. You found an unoccupied bench directly in front of one of the gymnasium doors and underneath the cover of the paved walkway towards it, and you sat down, crossing your leg over the other.

You pulled out your lunch from within your bag and immediately started to soothe the ache in your stomach from the amount of angry growling it has sounded throughout the day. The first bite into your self-made lunch was the most relaxing bite of food in a while, and you were glad that the weather also complied with this idea if yours.

Indulging in your food made you unaware of the side doors from where you came opening and closing, allowing a lonesome boy to come out. Kise ran a hand through his hair as he glanced out at the clearing where many people were sitting and enjoying their lunch. That’s when his caramel, brown eyes landed upon your figure. It wasn’t entirely clear that you were enjoying your food, but from the sight of your head bobbing up and down as if you were jamming to a song, Kise knew that you must be having something delicious for lunch.

The interaction that the two of you shared this morning made its way back into Kise’s mind. Your laid back, stoic expression was intriguing him by the minute, and it didn’t stop him from beginning to walk over to where you were seated.

At the sound of light footsteps, you glanced up from your lunch, allowing your eyes to land upon Kise’s form heading close to you.

“This bench is occupied,” you stated, stuffing another piece of your food in your mouth. The eye contact between the two of you was so strong that Kise felt a shiver run down his spine. Kise began to scratch the back of his head as the nerves were getting to him. “I–I can see that. Must be some good food you got there,” Kise responded.

As much as you were plain in facial expressions, you weren’t a heartless person. Without a doubt in your mind, you held your container up to Kise, forcing his eyes to crisscross due to how close it was to him. “You can try it if you’d like. I made it myself,” you offered.

“Are you sure?” Kise asked cautiously. It was as if he lost the ability to talk to people with how different you were acting towards him. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind it,” you said, still holding the container out in front of him.

Kise nodded and grabbed one of the rice balls inside. You lowered the container back down and grabbed a cracker from the container, but your eyes never left Kise as he tasted the rice ball you made from scratch. He covered his mouth with his hand as he chewed, a trick he learned to avoid unappealing paparazzi pictures. You watched his caramel eyes widen and look inside the rice ball to catch a glimpse of the filling.

“Wow, this is one of the best rice balls I’ve ever had,” Kise exclaimed, continuing to mutter wow as he ate.

For the first time in a long time, your chest ached a new, but pleasant, kind of ache as your heart fluttered. A fiery blush rose in color within your cheeks, and your face changed ever so slightly to adjust to the newfound emotion bubbling within you. It felt different to have some attention geared towards you, let alone a silly, little compliment about the deliciousness of your homemade food.

“I was tempted to say that this could be beat by this one place I go with my friends, but no, this one takes the cake,” Kise continued. To be honest, whatever he had said after the compliment he gave you went through one ear and out the other, but it still made you give the boy the lightest of smiles, one that no one has the right to see. “By the way, I never caught your name. I bet it’s as beautiful as this rice ball,” Kise said, lifting the food in his hand a little higher.

“I–It’s L/N Y/N,” you stuttered. Yes… stuttered because for some reason, the first boy you ever met at this new school was doing things to you that would have not cracked you one bit.

Your eyes caught a pretty smile from the blonde boy before he added, “I knew it was a pretty name. Kise Ryouta.”

Kise stuck his hand out in front of you, and it took a second for you to realize it’s there before you shook it.

“Do you mind if I take a seat next to you?” he asked after your hand left the softness of his. “Um… go ahead,” you mumbled, trying to recompose yourself after momentarily turning into a completely different person.

Kise shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders and dropped it onto the ground next to yours before taking a seat beside you. He happily sat there munching on his rice ball, yet it still made you feel warmer on the inside than when you first arrived at school.

“You know… my friend would absolutely love having these rice balls. He’s a big foodie like I’m talking about the fact that he snacks every second of every day,” Kise mentioned, looking over at you with a bright look on his face. Slowly, the light smile from before reappeared on your face as you spoke up, “Oh really? I’m a pretty big foodie myself, and nobody I know can beat me in those eating competitions.”

Kise held a hand up and furrowed his brows jokingly, “Please. My friend could beat you in an eating competition any day!”

You shook your head and continued to eat the remnants of your food left in the container. “We’ll have to see about that,” you mumbled.

Soon, the bell for the next class period rang, prompting you to pack up your lunch box into your backpack. As you stood up from your spot on the bench, Kise grabbed hold of both of your backpacks as you straightened your uniform. Kise held your backpack in front of you, and it felt so natural to take it from him yet the blush decided to peek in once again.

“It was nice meeting you, Kise. Thank you for sitting with me for lunch,” you said, waving at the boy before turning around to walk away.

Kise couldn’t contain the smile that was showing on his face. Not once did you ask about his professional life as a model, and it was like you genuinely didn’t know a single thing about him. If you were intriguing him before, he was definitely lovestruck now, especially since you make such delicious food.

Just as you were about to head into the main building for class, Kise quickly realized something small but meaningful if he wanted to keep this connection with you. He brought his backpack in front of him to dig through it in the hopes he’d find a paper and pen. With only a pen in his hand, Kise ran towards the door, shoving many people out of the way but not without muttering little apologies.

“Y/N-cchi!” Kise shouted from the doorway. His eyes locked onto your figure that was turning around at the mention of the strange pronunciation of your name.

Your own eyes watched Kise practically fall a couple of times as he was coming up to you. Once he arrived, he was barely out of breath, holding out the pen in his hand.

“Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?” Kise questioned. You found it strange how he looked slightly disheveled over asking you for paper which of course you didn’t have.

“No, sorr– Wait, Kise!”

Kise wasted no time in yanking your hand towards himself. He clicked the pen in his hand and began to write in the palm of your hand, making you question his actions. With the masterpiece of sloppy handwriting stamped in the palm of your hand, Kise clicked the pen once more and curled your fingers over what he wrote.

“See you later, Y/N-cchi!”

With that, he left you confused in the middle of the hallway, and all you saw was his blonde hair leaving around a corner. You looked down at your wrist and uncurled your fingers to find a phone number along with a message.

rice balls for tomorrow, too pls?

And just like that, a light chuckle came out of your mouth as a result of the many happy thoughts circling your mind… all thanks to the smile on the blonde haired boy’s face.

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“you are unbelievable,” you scoff. “stop being horny, it’s three in the morning, and you’re calling for—”

“not for that,” he pouts, cutting you off. you hate that the slight lilt in his voice, borderline a whine, makes you want to pinch his cheeks through the phone. “i just want to picture how you look,” he insists. “so i can imagine my pillow as you better when i cuddle it.”

“i’m charmed,” you say flatly. truth be told, you are slightly awed that he’d do that, it’s endearing in its own lovesick, corny, sappy little way—much like he is—but you want to sleep, and he’s not helping right now.

“knew you would be. i’ve been stealing hearts since way back in the day,” he says proudly. he steals hearts now too, you catch the subtle stares and looks of awe when you walk beside him, and maybe if you didn’t value the law, you’d do a lot more than glare at the girls shamelessly ogling your boyfriend, but he doesn’t seem to fixate on the stares anyway.

he seems to fixate on only one in particular.

“ryo, i need to sleep,” you huff, and he huffs right back. the pillow he hugs to his chest smells nothing like you, but it’s the best he can do to replicate the weight of you in his arms. and he needs the weight, he can’t help it. he just sleeps better that way.

“sleep after you tell me what you’re wearing.”

“a shirt. and some pants,” you say simply. he groans, lips curling into a deeper pout.

“c’mon, give me details,” he whines. “i’m trying to paint a picture here.”

“are you sure you’re not horny? ryouta if you have a hand shoved in your boxers right now, so help me—”

“i’m not horny,” he grumbles. “swear it. but i might be if you keep yelling at me,” he adds with a smugness in his tone that makes you heavily debate pressing the end call button. and the block one too. “you’re hot when you’re mad,” he winks, even if he knows you can’t see it.

it just makes him feel closer to you that way—treating the distance like it’s not distance. even if he’s coming back tomorrow evening anyway.

“thanks. you’re hot never,” you say dryly, and he gasps dramatically.

“we both know you’re a liar. but can’t i at least know if the shirt is mine? it’ll help me sleep better,” he insists. and kise is quite the handful, but all things considered, you think his hand in yours is what keeps the world on its axis for you on most days.

“that’ll cost you,” you finally break, smiling into the darkness of your room. and you’re talking on the phone with your boyfriend at nearly three am despite having an exam in a few hours, but he has a knack for landing himself exceptions when it comes to you.

he grins to himself when he hears the smile through your words—because he can sense it all, every little detail about you. he’s got it mapped out, and there’s nothing better than exploring the depths of you each day.

“how much are we talking?” he offers seriously, and even if his mission is accomplished, and he can certainly hear the smile in your voice, kise isn’t ready to hang up yet. or sleep.

“you won’t be able to afford it,” you chuckle.

“i’ll take out a loan. is it the blue one? you know i love the blue one—”

“goodnight, ryo,” you cut him off firmly, and he pouts, but a twinge of fondness tingles through his heart. “i love you,” you add softly, “see you tomorrow, babe.”

“fine, goodnight. love you too,” he concedes, words sulky. “wear the blue shirt when i see you.”

Aomine Daiki 

Unlike Kagami, this man has absolutely no hesitations kissing you. In fact, when you first go in for the kiss, you’re a bit in shock when you find this man to be practically inhaling your bottom lip. His hands are all over your ass, squeezing a bit too harshly. And while it hurt, you  couldn’t help but laugh at the way he was over eager and under experienced. 

“What?” You can hear the panic behind his scoff when you grab his face with both hands to pull away, his hands are still wrapped around you, your knees in between his legs. 

“Dai-kun~” you tease as you press your nose to his, shocked that he hasn’t pounced on you yet. Instead, he sits patiently, even though his furrowed eyebrows, boyish pout, and subtly rosy cheeks say everything they need to. 

“I know you were dying to kiss me but-” you move to whisper in his ear “I think I know a way that you’ll like even more.” By the way his hand squeezes the back of your thigh, you can tell he’s listening. 

And so you show him the merits of taking it slow. You tug on his lip instead of biting down. You run your fingers over the exposed bulk of the muscles on his arms instead of tightly squeezing. You hum at the sounds of his gasps and groans as you tease him with kisses- a deep slow kiss followed by an airy peck. Feeling all his previous fiery excitement slowly melt into animalistic desire, he gets what you mean. He feels all types of amazing with what you were doing to him. Could he turn it around and rip any of those sounds from your mouth? 

That’s exactly what he plans on doing. And he’ll do whatever he has to make sure of it. 

Murasakibara Atsushi 

I don’t think it matters how much this man may love you. There’s no way this boy is going to be willing to put in the work to make out. 

…. At least, not at first. 

Because of how big this man is, it only makes sense that you sit up on your knees, your tinier frame encompassed by his long arms and legs as he leans back against the wall. It starts out with you two exchanging lazy sweet kisses, his eyes hooded as you pull apart to gasp for air.

It feels good, yeah. But it isn’t great… or anything… (he says all his usual tsundere stuff inside his head to hide the fact that he’s a bit too nervous to fully enjoy kissing you). It’s mainly you leaning in to kiss him, his arms sort of resting against you, his body limp as he adjusts to the feeling of never ending kisses.

But it's a different story when he feels your fingers starting to rake through his long purple hair, grazing his scalp.

“Wh..what are you doing, Y/N-chin?” “Your hair’s in the way, Atsushi. I just thought I’d tie it up. Why? Do you not like it?” You know he likes it. You felt the way his breath hitched against your lips before pulling away. 

“...” 

He opts not to say anything, and instead just yanks your whole body closer so that you’re pressed flush against his chest, his arms now firmly wrapped around your whole body. You giggle against him as he hungrily kisses you. As you let your fingers rake over his scalp again and again- over the sides of his head, by the bottom of his neck- you feel his breathing get more rapid and shallow. You know you’ve probably released a monster when you feel him squeeze you, a low noise slipping past his lips when you tug his hair. 

Midorima Shintarou 

Getting into a relationship with Midorima was the largest hurdle for you to jump. But now that you were his, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to make you happy. He would do everything humanly possible to ensure so. Including giving his all while making out with you. 

After a few experimental pecks, Midorima grabs your cheek and holds you in place as he firmly presses his lips onto yours. His other hand is sturdily holding your waist. As you tilt your head, you notice your nose bumping his glasses. So you pull away to gently take them off and fold them, placing them out of the way. You turn back around and take a moment to appreciate the gentleness of his eyes this way.

He lets his fingers take hold of your chin before guiding your lips back to his. And he lets his lithe fingers roam your body. Mind you, it’s not his hands, but his fingers. The pads of his fingers dance on your covered skin on your lower back, applying light pressure and sending chills down your spine. You find your back curving at the feeling. As he moves to your exposed arms, he lets his fingers graze over your fresh goosebumps. 

“Does that feel good?” He asks you in a hushed tone, determination clear. 

“Yes Shin, it feels so good.” You breathe the words against his lips. 

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” He pulls you in once again, this time his hand cupping the back of your neck, gripping it intensely, but not roughly- just enough to support your head as he brings you into the next kiss. You find yourself on your tiptoes to meet his lips, and you’re lucky his arm, initially on your hip, has snaked around to support you entirely.

 You’re surprised his determination to be good at this has actually come to fruition. You wonder what else his determination can teach him as you feel his fingers slip up the back of your shirt.

Kise Ryouta 

Honestly speaking, this man just does not fit the bill for this prompt, because we all know he’s kissed many people. But to be fair, it’s different with you. Cuz uh… (don’t tell anyone) he’s head over heels for you. And while he was just looking to have fun in the past, this time he wants to do it right. Used to being rough and carefree, he finds himself trying for a middle ground between playful and gentle.

Immediately, he’ll pull you flush against his body with force, but his hand finds a comfortable hold on your lower back, cautious and protective. 

“You’re so pretty/handsome, Y/N-chi,” he mumbles as his forehead presses against yours in anticipation.

“You’re one to talk, pretty boy.” Soon after his boyish smile shines in front of you, it’s wiped off his face when your lips latch onto his. His eyes go wide before sliding shut as he leans into the kiss. 

Though you may have initiated, Kise will take the reins, slowing down the rate at which your lips pull apart and collide in an agonizing but attentive manner. Both his hands will cup your face, his fingers applying no pressure, instead just lightly guiding you, tilting your head up and up and up… 

Until you found your head tilted all the way up, your face turned to the sky. You would usually fall if you had leaned back like this, but...

“I gotchu.” 

....you’re lucky that one of Kise’s hands that had initially turned your head that far back has run down your neck, over your shoulders, your arms, your hips, and back up n’ around your waist. As he continues to dip you farther back, his other hand soon joins his secure hold on your back. Your hands now grasp at his face, keeping him close as you kiss. You hear him mischievously giggle as you gasp, his tongue swiping against your lip. 

Akashi Seijuro 

Akashi wants the first time you make out to be perfect. And honestly, that’s a bit of pressure. I mean, he only has one ‘first time’ to do it right.

“Close your eyes.” 

“Sei, what if I don’t want to-” His finger presses against your lips. “Shhh. Just, close your eyes, please.” 

You sigh, but listen to him, closing your eyes as he stands only a few inches in front of you. Suddenly, you feel it. It’s barely there, but he places a slow, featherlight peck on the tip of your nose. A few moments pass, and now you feel his hands warmly clasping over your shoulders. Now the next one comes. This time, its a bit more firm, decisive, and intentional, lasting a couple of seconds on your forehead before he pulls away. 

His hands slide up your shoulders onto the base of your neck. You feel his nose nuzzle against your right cheek before his lips press against it, high on your cheekbone. The next kiss comes in quick succession, right on the fluffiest part of your cheek. You hiss as you feel him teasingly nip your cheek, a deep chuckle coming out. 

“Relax for me. You’re tensing up.”

He trails 3 more kisses down your right cheek, right until he hits the corner of your mouth. You’re now waiting, his breath hot against your lips, your noses touching….

Until he pulls away and kisses your nose again, the same way he did initially. You groan, opening your eyes to glare at him. But you’re just met with a half-lidded stare, his eyes dazed as he looks at you. 

“You’re so cute when you whine like that.” 

He slides your eyes shut and kisses your forehead again, followed with the same kisses on your cheek, except this time it was on the left side of your face. As he pressed the last kiss against the left corner of your lip, you feel his left arm wrap around your waist while the right cups your cheek. You lean into his touch, and his lips graze yours tauntingly. As you lean up to kiss him, he pulls back, whispering “good things come to those who wait, my love.” 

After a few seconds of his chest rising and falling (you feel it pressed against your own), his lips slowly but surely lock against yours. His hand that was cupping your face slides to the back of your head and pulls you deeper into the kiss. As you pull away to breathe, gasping, he’s quick to pull you back, leaving you gasping against his lips instead, mouth open- giving Akashi the opportunity to give open mouth kisses. You’re left absolutely breathless. 

Kuroko Tetsuya 

Kuroko wants to make out with you, for sure. But uh… there’s no real way for you to know that given how he acts. You’ll definitely have to take the lead on this one. 

“Tetsu, you should close your eyes.” He had his eyes wide open as you went in to kiss him. 

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“How am I supposed to know if you like it or not if I don’t look at your reaction?” 

Remembering how your boyfriend relies heavily on observation, you laugh a bit. 

“I’ll tell you, Tetsu. Just like how you can tell me. Okay?” 

Knowing he’s still shy, you push him back onto the couch, caging him with your arms, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. 

“Just follow my lead, trust me, Tetsu. Close your eyes please.” 

He stares at your eyes for a second before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. “I trust you, Y/N.” Stroking his hair out of his face, you dip down and press your lips onto his. 

After the first solid kiss, you pull away. His lips are now parted, his eyes still squeezed shut, his breath uneven. Going in again, you kiss him over and over, his hand comes up to cup your face, trying to pull your lips further against his. Satisfied with the click of your lips pulling apart, you hazily watch him as you bite into his bottom lip, teasing.You see his eyes flutter under his closed lids as he lets out a sharp gasp, his whole body jolting underneath you. His eyes shoot open and he sits up abruptly, causing you to sit on top of him in the shuffle. 

“Did you not like that, Tetsu?” 

“I liked it. Very much. But there was a problem.” 

“What was the problem?” 

“Your eyes were open. That’s not fair.” 

Suddenly you find yourself being knocked back, Kuroko now looming over you. He smiles at you.

this one loves it, adores it when you wear his clothes

okay ryota is going to scream because he C A N N O T handle your cuteness

he cannot help but flex that you are wearing his jersey, the number of the jersey at the back falls just short of your ass because of the height difference and it is endearing

ryota out there clutching his heart as if he is having an attack and he is just wiping his fake imaginary tears like, ‘yeah that’s my girlfriend’ (there’s no one in front of him, he is talking to himself. yeah, he do be like that.)

midorima shintaro:

shin hates it because he can swear you are wearing the sweatshirt that he did not have the chance to throw in the laundry after the last match

so like yeah.. it’s probably dirty but the fact that you are donning it so effortless

he just keeps staring causing you to look back at him every now and then when you feel his gaze on you and you just shoot him a slight wiggle of your eyebrows

and his face goes back to the stoic look as he shakes his head at you, his finger coming in contact with the rim of glasses pushing it back on the bridge of his nose

but there’s something different today — there’s a tremble in his movements because he can feel his heart about to combust from your cuteness.

aomine daiki:

he is the epitome of a bad boy and all bad boys are weak for their cute little girlfriends who do endearing things like this

he knows you love his varsity jacket that has his name too on the back along with his jersey name

see his love language is physical. there are more chances of midorima making a romantic gesture than daiki. 

but it’s time like this when he wakes up, his hair a mess and he’s sitting in the bed from where he can hear your soft humming. after putting on his boxers he walks to you

you are in the kitchen brewing some coffee and making pancakes for breakfast while wearing his jacket on your bare figure, the “AOMINE” on the back playing with his heart strings like a violin and he thinks to himself, “i am going to wife this girl”

murasakibara atsushi:

atsushi is not a person who pays a lot of attention in general so he did not really notice that one of his hoodies was missing (nor did he really care)

until he saw you wearing it and he can see just how huge it is on your small figure

at first he frowned because it’s just hitting him now how?? huge?? he?? is?? compared?? to?? you??

yes you look extremely adorable but he promises to himself to never hurt you in any way, especially in the physical aspect because you.. you just look too precious 

he just wants to fold the oversized arms of the hoodie around you forming a cocoon as he places you on his lap and holds you close

akashi seijuro:

he came from basketball practice one day to find you sitting on the love seat with a book in your hand, adorning one his white shirts

seijuro is not sure why you are wearing his shirt, did you perhaps put all your clothes in the laundry and had nothing left to wear?

he wants to offer to take you shopping but when you turn back to him, he goes short of breath

the top three buttons of the shirt are left undone and while the shirt does hug your curve but is still a loose fit on you

and all seijuro can think about is how elegant you look at the moment. your actions feel effortless and smooth as you keep your book down on, your facial features breaking out into an adorable smile on seeing him and sei wants nothing but to stop time.

kuroko tetsuya:

he is the last person who expects skinship, PDA or any other kind of couple things

so you do take him by surprise when you wear his t-shirt, the fit: snuggly

“i am not sure if i understand why?” tetsuya asked.

“because it smells like you, tetsu-kun.”

“but i am right here,” tetsuya frowned still confused.

you chuckled, “i like how it fits, it feels soft like your touch.”

honestly tetsuya still is not sure if he understands it but he cannot deny that you look cute and adorable

kagami taiga:

taiga grew up in the states so he is familiar with these kind of couples’ things but no matter how many times he has seen these in the tv series or the movies or even among his friends, when it happened to him that’s when he realize why people find it endearing

because he finds it to be absolutely enchanting

it gives him the domestic vibe, like yeah, this is his place, his life and you are his girl

he groans dramatically when you steal his hoodies in the winter but he loves to see you wearing them and would rather let hell freeze over before ever asking you to give it back

he does not want it back, take it all girl, his heart, his life, his soul, his clothes.

all he wants is to be able to admire you from the background just a while longer and longer and longer.

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