#s.shorties

“I’m still not sure if this was a good idea. I may be of assistance in Japan,” Kento Nanami says as the both of you make your way to your hotel room.

“Kento,” you stop in front of the door, looking at him with a serious expression. “You’re not responsible for everything, you’re allowed to get time off and have fun. You’re allowed to relax.”

Nanami sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to ease his mind. It’s a conversation you’ve had multiple times, and he agrees with you.

“Now… let’s see our room, shall we?” you giggle, passing the card on the door and opening it for him to see.

You can see a light shining in his eyes when he enters the room, a rare glimpse of a content smile appearing on his lips as he sees the big glass walls, offering you a perfect view of the beach.

Of that beautiful, never-ending sea.

He places the suitcases he was holding on the floor and you do the same, closing the door, and you smile softly when you see him approaching the glass to admire the view.

Opening some of the baggage to start organizing your stuff, you remember something, “Oh, and I brought some books you’ve bought but never got around to reading. I think it’s the perfect moment, huh?”

Nanami looks at you, and he has the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen on his face. His eyes are closed, and he seems happy.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Kento,” you walk over to him, embracing him from behind. “I want you to relax and have the best two weeks of your life.”

He grabs your hand, that’s placed on his chest, and brings it to his lips, kissing it lovingly while still looking at that wonderful view.

“I just hope this is a one-way mirror glass, love, because what I want to do to you is for our eyes only.”

The Christmas lights are on, but you can’t feel the comfort they usually bring you.

Sitting on your couch, a blanket wrapped around your body while drinking a cup of tea, you try to relax after a long day, to think about happy things.

But you find it hard to do so when your soul longs for the presence of your husband, who’s away on a mission.

The loneliness strikes hard on nights like these, when you have no company but all the things that make you think about him. Your house itself, the one you’ve built together; Levi Ackerman is in each part of it, and you see him wherever you look.

Truth is, you find it hard to live normally without him. His pouty face, witty remarks, and, above all, his love for you. Levi is so integrated into your life that every time he leaves, it’s like he is taking a part of yourself with him.

And with the Holidays coming, your loneliness feels worse than ever.

To think you will have to celebrate it without him, your heart shrinks. It is unfair, and you hate the world a little. You hate it for taking this little moment of happiness from you and, mostly, for taking it from him.

Levi deserves happiness more than anyone.

And yet, he’s out there being the Humanity’s Strongest. Trying to save lives, trying to give his best. You love him for it, God, you really do. But you also want to protect him a little, spare his feelings.

Spare his life.

You can’t even be sure if he will even come back home.

The tears roll down your cheeks like they usually do when Levi’s away, the fear of the unknown taking over as your heart aches.

Curling up on the couch, with only a blanket to warm your body and the tea long forgotten, you cry as the Christmas lights illuminate your face.

And you pray your lover will return safely to you.

Gojo didn’t take long to notice your sensibility.

He was quick to catch on the fact that you hated loud noises such as fireworks, doors banging, or even dogs barking too loudly. Sudden noises seemed somewhat the worst part, and it didn’t look like you ever let that affect you on missions, so he kept it to himself.

But it surely took him longer to notice his voice was your greatest weakness.

In bed with you, after an exhausting and dangerous mission, whispering in your ear how much he loved you as your bodies moved together. That night, he felt the power his voice had over you; making you shiver and twist and beg.

And that’s Satoru Gojo – he wouldn’t let this go.

Gojo started waking you up with a low and raspy, “Good morning, princess,” alongside the soft kisses you were already used to. “Dreamt about you,” it was the beginning of your torment.

Walking around the streets, an arm placed firmly around your waist, he would bend slightly just to chuckle slightly before commenting on something, “That guy over there… looks just like Principal Yaga, don’t you think, babe?” His voice so close to your ears, his breath fanning down your neck, making your legs feel like jelly, “Hm? You’re okay?”

You spent the whole week with a menacing Gojo, having to fight against your deepest desires because every time he talked, you felt your heartbeat fastening and your skin burning. His voice was just so strangely hot, welcoming, and, and…

“Why does my pretty girl look so concerned?”, you felt his hand on your waist and his mouth hovering over your ear.

It was over for you.