#saimami week

Rantaro was taking a shower after a long day, and as much as Shuichi would’ve loved to join him, he didn’t think it was very appropriate to shower together at his boyfriend’s parent’s house. The traveler was pretty confused, insinuating it wasn’t inherently sexual. He knew that, he just wanted to be as polite as possible. Not to mention if anyone found out and he was teased for it he’d turn into a puddle of embarrassment. Rantaro would’ve liked that though.

So he recounted the events of today. They had driven up a few hours to go to the Amami household, where Rantaro’s parents and six of his sisters lived. The other six were off at college or they moved away and started their own families. Either way, spending the day with his boyfriend’s family was everything he’d hoped for. His youngest sisters sat around Shuichi, asking him questions about being a detective and anything about his life they could think of. Rantaro leaned against the wall, a grin on his face the entire time. One of them, around ten years old Shuichi suspected, offered to paint his nails, which he happily accepted. He now had a thin coat of messy glitter nail polish on, which he quite honestly loved. Dinner with the family was just as fun and eventful, only now it was Rantaro’s parents asking the questions. How him and Rantaro met, how old he was, the works. 

His face got very pink whenever Rantaro spoke about him, always getting way too sweet way too casually. At some points he’d reach next to him and place his hand on Shuichi’s knee, or take his hand into his own. The green haired man did this without even looking at his boyfriend, making him incredibly hot in the face. He wished he had his hat to hide it. 

“So, when’s the wedding?” Rantaro’s father asked, and Shuichi nearly spit out his water. You see, he called him his future father-in-law earlier, but he never really outwardly discussed the topic of marriage.

Rantaro chuckled, and Shuichi’s face stayed bright red, staring down at his plate. “Woah there dad. Wait ‘til I propose someday, then we can talk about it.” He grinned, and two of his sisters squealed and looked at each other. Shuichi was full of butterflies. Rantaro admitting he would propose someday made a smile spread on his face. The taller squeezed his hand and finally turned to him with a loving grin. Shuichi thought he might pass out from all the blood rushing to his head.

After dinner the younger girls spent hours planning Shuichi and Rantaro’s wedding. Running back and forth to ask each of them questions, creating the most tacky yet adorable wedding plans.

“Shuichi!” He turned his head and smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you’d wear a dress at your wedding? We were just talking and realized there HAS to be a dress. How is it even a wedding without one?!”

Rantaro smirked at the question, and Shuichi returned to his embarrassed state. “U-Uh maybe, I’m sure I would if you and your sisters designed it!” 

She cheered and ran back to the others, scribbling more ideas with colored pencils. Rantaro turned his head, still smirking. “Y’know... I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a dress.”

NOPE. Shuichi thought he was going to vomit up butterflies. Rantaro was being incredibly unfair today. All he did was nod.

“Pretty.” He cooed, and Shuichi slapped his arm lightly. He could only take so much Rantaro charm in front of people. 

The girls were put in bed after planning the entire wedding down to the cake (which was going to be pink apparently), and Rantaro decided to take a shower. His father offered Shuichi tea to help him get to sleep and then he was here; Thinking about his day.

The bathroom door swung open and let out a cloud of steam, Rantaro walking out with just a towel around his waist. Shuichi went red again, forcing himself to not stare at his boyfriend’s godly body.

“How was your shower?” He asked.

“Nice and warm. Missed you though, baby.” Rantaro smiled, going to his suitcase for fresh clothes. 

They were silent for a minute, before Shuichi spoke up, his thoughts racing. “I uh... I really like it here. They’re all so sweet to me...”

Rantaro perked up and smiled. “As they should be. I told you they’d like you.”

The detective looked down at the blankets. “Did you mean what you said...? About, y’know...”

His boyfriend chuckled and came over to him, holding his face in both hands and lifting his chin so they could be eye to eye. “Proposing?” Shuichi confirmed with a nod. “More than words, my love. But more would spoil the surprise, right?”

Shuichi may have fainted again. “That’s.... I....” He didn’t know what to say, only leaning forward and connecting their lips. Rantaro smiled into it, stroking the boy’s cheek with his thumb.

“I love you, Shu. Thank you for coming here with me.”