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mas matsus babyyy

The first time Chifuyu wore his hair down to school, you did a serious double-take. Before that, he always wore styles that symbolised some status within his crowd, but from then on, you observed him with a keen eye as the hair change came with a change in attitude.

Before he decided to devote himself to Baji, Chifuyu always seemed… groundless to you. Like every move to establish dominance had nothing to do with his values or wishes and everything to do with trying to find his role in this world. Fortunately, he found it in following someone he believed in.

So that day, when his hair was down for the first time you could remember and barely any hair gel clung to the strands, your eyes kept straying to him. He stopped acting up too much, stopped talking as loudly in the classroom and started walking more calmly, more self-assured.

It was incredibly attractive.

Despite knowing he was still a typical hoodlum, you felt drawn to him and started trying to get his attention. It wasn’t easy, and anything you tried fell through.

They do say love finds you when you least expect it, like how Chifuyu approached you as you were petting a stray cat in an alley.

“You’re a nice kitty, aren’t you?” you cooed, leaning down as much as you could without actually sitting down to rub its neck. The cat was fluffy and orange, the kind that you expected might suddenly jump up the wall or do a backflip.

“She is,” a voice said beside you, and it startled you so much that you stumbled over sideways, away from the intruder.

Chifuyu blinked at you, then grinned entirely too widely for the situation. You observed his unthreatening stance and how he had just silently leaned down beside you, the cat now rubbing against his shins as if he were familiar.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said. You waved a hand dismissively and stuttered to find your words while getting back up on your feet. “Or maybe I did,” he added, and his smirk made your cheeks burn.

“It’s fine either way,” you answered, going back to petting the cat, who was still rubbing herself against Chifuyu’s legs. “At least she didn’t run away.”

Without answering you, he also started petting the cat, and the two of you did so silently for a while, trying to ignore how your fingers kept brushing against each other on the much too thin cat.

“You know, I’ve seen you around.” You looked up curiously, wondering if that was good or bad.

“We are in the same class, Chifuyu.” He chuckled softly, and your heart warmed at the sound.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you more.”

Present day, you are humming a song you heard on the radio earlier while reminiscing about your school days and making dinner. The mental image brings a fond smile to your face, but it’s interrupted by a strong moment of deja vu.

“Looks good.”

You startled, nearly smacking Chifuyu with the ladle when he suddenly popped up right beside you. Barely catching your breath, you muttered profanities while he kissed your cheek with a big smack.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said. Taking a breath at the fond memory from earlier overlapping with this, you spot a glint of youth in his eyes that you don’t see so often anymore. “Or maybe I did.”

“It’s fine either way. At least I didn’t spill anything,” you chuckle, continuing to stir the food while shaking your head. “You can set the table, troublemaker.”

When night falls, Chifuyu rests with his head in your lap and hums softly at how your fingers tread through his hair to soothe him after a long day working at the pet shop. 

His locks are much softer now that he doesn’t bleach them, and you put some extra care into scratching at his undercut. It elicits a deeper groan from him that makes you chuckle, so he finally opens his eyes to smile at you. “You treat me so well. I’m so lucky,” he says dreamily, or perhaps it’s just the tired slur that makes it seem that way.

“You’re not so bad either,” you whisper, leaning down to seal it with a kiss, finding his lips just as chapped as they were when you were younger, despite continuous attempts at sneaking lip balms into his bags. His eyes were so full of love when you pulled away again, only for the peace to be disturbed by a red, fluffy cat jumping onto the couch to steal away your attention.

“You’ve had your mommy’s attention since before she even noticed me. It’s my turn, stupid cat!” Even as he said this, he didn't push her away at all.

“Be nice to her,” you scold him lightly, affectionately noticing how Chifuyu and your cat react the same way to head scratches. “She’s the reason we started dating.”

“Did she write my pick-up lines? Did she set up our first date? No, didn’t think so.”

And as the cat settled on Chifuyu’s chest, you pushed another soft kiss onto his lips and let it linger. “I guess it’s mostly your efforts, even though I don’t think you should be that proud of those pick-up lines, nor the fact that you stalked me into the alleyway like a creep.”

“It worked, though.”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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