#munechika

The grumpy asymmetrically dressed blond boys.

The sweet looking girls that will wreck you in a fight.

And...

mikazuki will definitely wear a pink apron with the saying “kiss the cook” over his suit-and-tie when he’s cooking dinner after a long day of work. or else, he would be silently jamming to old tunes from a radio (like, an actual radio, not from his phone).

whenever your work holds you back in the office, you often come home late than your husband at home. at your return, you find him standing him in the doorway and say, “okaeri.” he smiles down at you, wearing his apron and all. there’s nothing else you would rather be than in his arms. so you advanced forward and wordlessly embrace him. it’s what you needed right now.

every morning when he wakes up, he never fails to give your scrunching forehead a feathery kiss. you are sleeping and probably too tired to care, but you pretty much appreciate the little warmth on your head. for moments that followed, you would whine and aimlessly waves your hand a little, making mikazuki chuckle at you.

“mikazuki,” you whine.

“honey, i am here the whole time. i didn’t get off the bed,” mikazuki says softly, saying in your hair.

“good…” you say in your adorable sleepy voice. “because i want to call in sick.”

mikazuki chuckles. he would never ever get tired of your small, morning antics that often gets into small inconveniences in his work. luckily, he was well-loved so much that he just gets away with it.

mikazuki is oftentimes the one that helps get you into bed. despite working hard hours in the office, mikazuki has some, good extra stamina within him to keep functioning in the night even though he’s tired himself. when you come home, you are already ready to hit the hay and get the most out of your night with beauty sleep. mikazuki will set you up with a small dinner and, at your request, feed you himself because sometimes you’re already nodding your head off in sleepiness. too tired to move, mikazuki would bath you along with him in the tub. after that, he dresses you, then himself, and off to bed you both go.

you tuck yourself in his arms, being the little spoon you are. you whine cutely, yearning for some warmth and mikazuki gladly gives it to you by wrapping his arms tight around your waist.

“sleep now, anata… the moon is up to lull us…” mikazuki mumbled in your hair.

simply, you would exhale and rest peacefully then, content than you are nowhere else but in his loving embrace in the deep of the night.

mikazuki often plays some classics on the stereo and would ask for your hand to join him in a dance. it just happens it always occurs in a random time of the day whenever you two have found time to be together in your house/apartment.

mikazuki: come on, anata. dance with me.

you: but, mikazuki… rolls your eyes you know what? you’re so cheesy~!

mikazuki: cheesy or not cheesy, join me.

he wouldn’t wait for your reply and would just pull you into him. he interlaces his fingers around yours and wounds one hand on your waist. he makes sure your distance is close to him and that your head is close to his heart. following his initiative, you lean your head to his chest and steadily hear his beating heart. at the same time, you can feel his warmth and that’s what makes you draw closer to him.

when you’re properly positioned, mikazuki shuffled softly first. he moved his feet back; you followed. he swayed you to one side; you sided with him. while you were waltzing like you’re both love-drawn, you couldn’t help but gaze lovingly in his blue-gold irises. you are too mesmerized to look away from him and he was, too, in yours.

both of you are drowned into each other’s presence and you don’t want this to ever end.

⪩ ☁︎．note: republished for archiving purposes; heavy wip; under semi-hiatus.

your vanity drawer will never run out of hair accessories. and some of them aren’t even yours because they belong to your foxy boyfriend named kogitsunemaru. you would question to yourself as to why would he insert his things with your own but you decidedly not to ask. because why would you, anyways? he has good tastes in picking hair accessories, and, not gonna lie, you wear them yourself, too.

don’t think he doesn’t know, though, because he 100% knows that you love wearing what is his from the vanity drawer + he’ll be making remarks on how you should wear it.

bonus points if you don’t get it and have him do the work because... since when are you an expert in hair, hair care, hairdressing, and hair styling?

besides... the aftermath of his handiwork is dropdead amazing. 

you’d be rocking the met gala + red carpet + tony, emmy, and oscar awarding ceremony + grammys with that do.

yes, even if it is just a simple ponytail.

you praise each other equally and if that doesn’t become a wholesome fight on who’s the sweetest, then i don’t know what love is anymore.

of course, tea ceremonies together a bliss. 

just watch his beefy forearms just working on that tea in the bowl and have a halftime show before the ceremony even began. lucky audience.

he actually doesn’t harbor likeness to fox-ear accessory, unfortunately. but if it’s you who’s wearing it, then it must be love if he asks to wear one, too. provided, it’s just the two of you.

flying kites! flying kites! flying kites!

why isn’t anybody writing about flying kites as a date?

he’ll put you on his shoulder and then briskly walk to catch the wind so that your kite can fly really high up.

how are his shoulders, by the way?

then he starts to pick up and teasingly runs to scare you.

if you have fear of heights, he’d probably refrain from bouncing a little. but then again, he’d do that briefly before stopping. he doesn’t want to scare his little sweetums, after all.

there’s this little habit between you and mikazuki prior and during the days you’re dating kogi.

an hour or two before tea time between mika and kogi, you’d meet up with the old man and chat by the bridge above the moat.

you talk a lot of things but mika noticed you’ll insert kogi in the agenda every now and then. so he wisefully talks about intelligent things about kogi to see how you fare in the topic and don’t you get all chatterbox about him. 

yes, you do, but, sir, you shut up when you realized you ran your mouth too much. 

and have you ever realized that mikazuki never really meets the end of your bargain?

you know, of him not telling any of this to kogi at all?

you never did.

admittedly, he snitches on you to kogi and did the fox get a loving kick out of that.

all these time, when you thought your fox man is just psychic and thoughtful about the things you love and passionate about, he’s just really feeding off from the gossip time he has with mikazuki.

but then again... how could you be mad at mika even after you knew he breaks the promise at every chance he gets?

(you have to admit, sometimes you just want to either break his old man spine or melt him back to metal as a repercussion. but you’re on your way to a possible wedding with kogi. you do not want to kill the man that will walk you down the aisle as your dad. and you worked hard for him, too, jesus christ. cut him some slack.)

bathing together?

bathing together.

his fingers.

have you ever thought how amazing his massages are?

just as his hands are great in swordplay, they are just as confounding as his instruments while playing the masseuse.

he does it often because you, the ever diligent and dynamic saniwa, are always stiff by the end of the day, and the last thing kogi ever needs to happen to you is sleeping with kinks around your neck and shoulders.

(y/n) : mhmm . . . ~ 

kogi : . . . master . . .

(y/n) : keep going . it feels really nice . . . - - - yowch !

kogi : !!! master !!!

(y/n) : k - kuh . . . that . . . that actually worked . . . do it on my other shoulder !

kogi : [ sweatdrops ] . . . i did both of your shoulders already . . .

(y/n) : my thighs next !

kogi : master , we are in a bath ! [ immense blushing ]

you don’t usually spend dinner with the boys because you eat in solitary.

that was until kogi entered your life and even way back before you two are dating , you’re already dining together in the office.

like an old couple, to be honest. just quietly fussing over each other with whose mess is whose.

your sleeping quarters are three buildings away at most from him, but you would dare yourself to go out in the night and barge into his because you have a measly, nice dream you’d like to share to kogi.

kogi will sleepily sit up and will just half-listen to you. he’s not internalizing the rest of the dream, but he likes to listen to your voice and forces himself to sit in attention because effort.

you end up sleeping in his room.

and mikazuki’s.

but you never knew because he’s at the far corner of the room.

and what do you have to worry about the old man?

oh, yeah.

yoshiyuki taught him how to use a camera.

so.

it’s not like he’s taken a picture of a peaceful-looking, dashing, slumbering princely fox and his drooling, messy-haired, half-open eyes princess-saniwa.

nope.

mika : [ smiles ] for your ___ anniversary .

(y/n) : [ about to screech ]

kogi : [ covers their mouth ] thank you so much , mikazuki-dono . much appreciated . it really must took you a while to compile these . . . treasuries.