#zayne fluff

“Go ahead and get ready. The reservation can be delayed.”

“You’re too good to me.” You squeezed him in a hug before you got up. You would pull him to stay instead, but you wanted to try this restaurant so much.

“Well, I love seeing you and your sleep after all.” 

His words made you stop. You hummed, crossing your arms. A teasing grin appeared on your face—ah, he realized he walked into something.

“If you love it so much, why don’t you start waking up next to me?” You bat your lashes, tiptoeing back to his spot to stand in front of him. “More of this—sluggish-y, and my brain is yet to work.”

Zayne lets out a small laugh, grabbing both of your hands and swinging them. “We can make that work. Are you going to move to my place, darling?”

You gasp, clapping your hands together. “You do love me!”

“Of course, I do. And I would say it more.”

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

This was exactly one of the scenarios he expected when you moved in with him now.

“Love? Don’t you have an important presentation today?”

Your eyes snapped open. You sprang up from bed when you saw the time. You had less than an hour to get ready. 

Zayne held back a smile. As much as he’s sad to let you go after just getting back from his night shift, he knows how much you've prepared for this project. He would call your office for time off, but this was important to you.

At least he got a big smooch as a thank-you while you scampered towards the shower, and a box of macarons with you cooking dinner when he woke up from his rest.

Just watching your smile directed to him from the doorway, he wouldn’t want to enjoy his days any other way now.

based on what happened today, i got late. got an extra 30 min sleep tho. the only difference is i don't have zayne to comfort or wake me up HJSHJSH.

It was Akso Hospital's newest ad, something he didn’t bat an eye at when Greyson mentioned it. Now, he was curious about it—he hadn’t even seen it himself.

You’ve rewatched the clip over 10 times now, a 30-second video, muttering how scandalous it is for not giving him enough screen time. He appeared for a solid 8 seconds—you counted it. You’ll be downloading and cutting the video sooner or later.

Yes, he was in a video, for an ad about Akso Hospital. You happened to come past a compilation edit on social media about a certain cardiac surgeon. It wasn’t long until you reached the source.

Zayne didn’t think much when they asked to record some footage of him—he slightly regretted agreeing so easily. He wasn’t expecting the ad to become popular for the wrong reasons—or perhaps reaching the wrong audience.

4 seconds in, it showed him inside his office behind the desk, just doing some paperwork or charting—whatever he was doing, he couldn’t remember—layered with a voice listing Akso’s benefits. 

The other 4 seconds of him were Zayne in his glory. Zayne was in his scrubs—you’ve paused at that one for a long time before the transition with his surgical gown in the operating room—his eyes sharp, assessing the surgery he’ll be operating while he was scrubbing in.

Ah, he remembered this one, working on a dummy operation for content purposes. He was free. He was even happy to help that day after receiving a lunch box from you, followed by a separate container of your pancakes as dessert. 

He was in a good mood—he didn’t think much.

“...Are you not bored? It’s been five minutes you’ve been staring at that part.” Zayne muttered. He wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or amused. Why watch and stare at the ad when he was right beside you?

“Well… My boyfriend is looking too good in here. I understand the uproar of the comments.” You nodded to yourself, as if trying to judge how good this ad is. “The only crime is your part is minimal!”

In all honesty, you just want to see Zayne in his scrubs. With the underscrubs, which complete the look, you were growling.

A different vibe from his usual buttoned-up shirt, like the one you always see when you visit him. It was probably your first time seeing him in scrubs. 

It drives you crazy.

Muscled arms covered in his long-sleeved underscrubs, holding the writing pad. The attentive gaze while he questioned the patient’s condition—er, dummy patient. This ad was giving you another look at your boyfriend.

“I hate how I have to share this look of you with people in the whole world who see this ad.” You sighed, leaning back, and falling right into his open arms.

His arm found your waist naturally as he pulled you closer. Finally, you were not glued to his on-screen version.

He only hummed. “Is it that special?”

“You have no idea what this does to me.” You let out another exasperated sigh, gesturing to the paused screen. You zoomed in on his pixelated figure, one you could decipher while they were recording in the hallway—another him in his scrubs, maybe going into an actual surgery.

He squinted, probably needed his glasses. But he was surprised. It was really him—at least from the outfit itself.

“Now, I need to see you in a sleeveless shirt, period.” You stare at him with a serious look. “I’ll get you a whole cake for it.”

Sure, you’ve seen him shirtless instead. Not that you don’t love that look, no. But certain outfits on him just get you somewhere.

Zayne wasn’t sure he should be scared or flattered that you’re showing this much love over his physique. Was he considering your request? Maybe.

“...You’re not going to be bothered by this?” 

Zayne pulled up his sleeves, showing the scars that made him cover them. His own battle and struggle. He never wanted to show anyone any of it. 

“Oh, honey, why would I?” You frowned. 

You raised his arm to your lips—your lovely forearm even if it’s full of scars. You peppered his scars with kisses before doing the same to his other arm. Lastly, you left a big smooch on his cheek. 

“Of course not. In fact, I want to take good care of your skin.” You hummed, hugging his arm. “I don’t know what causes it yet, but I’ll treat it with good care either way.”

“These are my precious hardworking forearms. Mine.” You grinned, squeezing his arm in your hug.

Zayne lets out a small breath, seemingly like a small laugh. Right, he could never predict your answers. You never fail to surprise him.

“Now, would you come home in your scrubs sometimes?” You bat your eyelashes towards him, giving your best puppy eyes afterwards.

“What’s your bribe for that?”

“...Uh, I’ll make you pancakes for two weeks?”

“Alright...” Zayne sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Does that mean you’ll wear a sleeveless top too?”

“...If you wish, but I haven't acquired any sleeveless tops. You might need to pick one for me.”

You shot to the air, grinning, chanting a ‘yes, yes, yes’ under your breath. 

“I’ll collect your pancake due every lunch hour and the cake on the day the top arrives—”

You weren’t even listening, already giggling while you ran to the living room, probably grabbing your laptop to browse the top you want to dress him up in.

Zayne only smiled. As long as he’s making you happy, he’ll do anything for you.

And as long as you’re not asking him to be stripped down with nothing at all—yet. 

i keep reaching 1k words send help—inspired by a katsuki blurb. and i’m a fan of the pitt’s scrubs, so i shall fan over zayne in his scrubs as well. honestly he would look great in ptmc’s scrubs HAHA. i don't watch the show tho, only thirsting over sir abbot.

i can’t recall if he ever wore sleeveless tops like sy’s or caleb’s, wondering how he would look in it, was there a card of that visual?