CHERE | mini-hiatus :>

it's not something he announces often, but hiromi used to be insecure of his nose as a child. he didn't like how hooked it was, how big it was compared to his friends', and he used to be annoyed with the people who asked why it was "shaped like that."

now, it's not as big of a problem as it was before—hiromi can't really bring himself to care—but getting himself a girlfriend, a wife, you, brought a newly awakened attention to his face.

in the best way.

the show on television drones on in the background, and you're not sure if either you or hiromi are watching it anymore. his paperwork is scattered on the coffee table, and your cat's asleep in his little bed. the night couldn't have been any slower if it tried.

with a heavy sigh, you plop your head back on hiromi's shoulder, letting his arm tighten around your side as he absently gazed forward, allowing you a full view of his side profile.

spiked hair, pushed out of his face, thin eyebrows, a strong jaw, sharp eyes, and of course, his nose. you hummed to yourself. you always liked how pointy everything about him was, strange as it is to say.

your eyes zero in on his nose. how it slopes downwards so sharply, how well it fit his face regardless of how…big it is. you remember all the times when you'd started dating how he'd angle his face more to the side just so he wouldn't bump your face when he kissed you. you never minded.

"i'm not the show, darling," you heard hiromi snort, but he doesn't look back down at you. you blinked, managing a nervous laugh, but you know your staring was intentional and shameless.

you muttered a light, "sorry," though you remain exceptionally honed in on his nose. and hiromi notices, because he runs a hand over his face in amusement when you don't turn away.

"you sure are fond of my nose. guess five years hasn't changed that," hiromi chuckles, tapping his fingertip against the tip of his nose.

"times change…you know, women really like your kind of look these days," you say it so easily, but it's enough to take hiromi back. "but i've been here since day one."

"that, you are, my darling. just hope that i don't accidentally fall on my face one day, alright?" hiromi finally faces you, sharp eyes softened with so much fondness. it makes your breath catch when he dips his head and your hand immediately finds his hair.

it's not a kiss, just a light nuzzle of his nose against yours. his weight shifts away from the couch, cozy crewneck stretching upwards. "i'll go get us our blanket. i won't take long."

famous last words when you hear the unmistakable noise of someone rolling down on the floor and a deep groan. safe to say, hiromi's nose, his glorious, glorious nose, was broken.

tears were shed that day. not even sitting on his face with your full weight made it break like that.

at least hiromi knows there's one dear person who loves his face very much.

speaking of, i'm not sure if it's the streaming or the wifi that's sucky, but i haven't gotten around to watching season 4 of spn (only the first ep!) i'm kind of experiencing withdrawals ERRRRRRRRRR I'LL GET AROUND TO IT

he has not met someone with such a motor mouth since yuji. it's almost impressive how much words you can fit into a minute. and he finds himself smitten every time.

usually, he'd find it annoying, insufferable, and have the overwhelming urge to smack other people across the face. but with you, there's something so endearing about the way you ramble that just makes him listen, actually sit still and not look ten seconds away from snoozing.

he may look bored out of his mind, but trust him, he's locked in. he's working on his RBF.

"…the girls outdid themselves, too! i mean, the cake, it was half-busted, but it still tasted good! and—oh! oh! look at these, they pulled that off in three hours! seriously, i think uta might have an eye for decor, i should probably set her up somewhere—kuna?"

you paused, leaning forward to stare down your boyfriend. he had his arm and head leaning against the headrest, eyes glazed over in his (adorably dumb) reading glasses as his book lay forgotten on his lap.

he blinks, a low grumble escaping his lips, and he immediately catches the falter in your expression. did he seriously look that bitchy and disinterested? normally, he wouldn't mind, but you both knew that he'd changed in the months you were dating.

"no, no, keep going, doll. i just like the sound of your voice," he wasn't lying. the tension in your shoulders vanishes, and your eyes light up again. you've now decided that he was too far, and burrowed into his chest as you pressed your phone against his face, showing photo after photo.

"just tell me if i ever need to tone it down, okay?" sukuna furrowed his eyebrows. like he'd ever tell you to shut up. he scoffs, squeezing your hip.

"hell no. if there's any time i'm gonna tell you to shut up, it's only because you're running outta air and you need to drink water," he jokes, almost absently. it's then he brings you closer for a light peck on the lips. he likes shutting you up with kisses.

what he does mildly dislike is when people take up your time trying to draw out your chats.

he's not a big fan of long chats, especially not when you're involved. but you just get so excited and engaged that he can't bring himself to leave.

so, sukuna does what he does best, and stares down whoever you're talking to like a guard dog. a silent threat that says, you better listen. you better fucking listen if you're going to waste her time.

"…is—is he okay? i can totally leave now if you're busy!" your friend sheepishly asks, pointing towards an unconsciously scowling sukuna. you turn to look up at him, and snort.

"he'll be alright over there. right, kuna?" he just huffs like a disgruntled bull, but he nods all the same. "exactly. now, where were we? right! right, right, the new stationery shop in shinjuku! oh, we should totally get reservations right now! you never know, people like to make it a race. do you want to make that a weekend?…"

sukuna sighs silently, a light smile on his lips as he trudges towards the nearest bench and makes himself comfortable. he's going to be there for a while, it looks like.

but your voice's there to keep him company. while he would've liked that voice to focus on just him, sukuna can't exactly complain.

he's found a very lovely woman who's managed to balance him out, and she just happens to be talkative.

you weren't going to annoy him anytime soon.

he has not met someone with such a motor mouth since yuji. it's almost impressive how much words you can fit into a minute. and he finds himself smitten every time.

usually, he'd find it annoying, insufferable, and have the overwhelming urge to smack other people across the face. but with you, there's something so endearing about the way you ramble that just makes him listen, actually sit still and not look ten seconds away from snoozing.

he may look bored out of his mind, but trust him, he's locked in. he's working on his RBF.

"…the girls outdid themselves, too! i mean, the cake, it was half-busted, but it still tasted good! and—oh! oh! look at these, they pulled that off in three hours! seriously, i think uta might have an eye for decor, i should probably set her up somewhere—kuna?"

you paused, leaning forward to stare down your boyfriend. he had his arm and head leaning against the headrest, eyes glazed over in his (adorably dumb) reading glasses as his book lay forgotten on his lap.

he blinks, a low grumble escaping his lips, and he immediately catches the falter in your expression. did he seriously look that bitchy and disinterested? normally, he wouldn't mind, but you both knew that he'd changed in the months you were dating.

"no, no, keep going, doll. i just like the sound of your voice," he wasn't lying. the tension in your shoulders vanishes, and your eyes light up again. you've now decided that he was too far, and burrowed into his chest as you pressed your phone against his face, showing photo after photo.

"just tell me if i ever need to tone it down, okay?" sukuna furrowed his eyebrows. like he'd ever tell you to shut up. he scoffs, squeezing your hip.

"hell no. if there's any time i'm gonna tell you to shut up, it's only because you're running outta air and you need to drink water," he jokes, almost absently. it's then he brings you closer for a light peck on the lips. he likes shutting you up with kisses.

what he does mildly dislike is when people take up your time trying to draw out your chats.

he's not a big fan of long chats, especially not when you're involved. but you just get so excited and engaged that he can't bring himself to leave.

so, sukuna does what he does best, and stares down whoever you're talking to like a guard dog. a silent threat that says, you better listen. you better fucking listen if you're going to waste her time.

"…is—is he okay? i can totally leave now if you're busy!" your friend sheepishly asks, pointing towards an unconsciously scowling sukuna. you turn to look up at him, and snort.

"he'll be alright over there. right, kuna?" he just huffs like a disgruntled bull, but he nods all the same. "exactly. now, where were we? right! right, right, the new stationery shop in shinjuku! oh, we should totally get reservations right now! you never know, people like to make it a race. do you want to make that a weekend?…"

sukuna sighs silently, a light smile on his lips as he trudges towards the nearest bench and makes himself comfortable. he's going to be there for a while, it looks like.

but your voice's there to keep him company. while he would've liked that voice to focus on just him, sukuna can't exactly complain.

he's found a very lovely woman who's managed to balance him out, and she just happens to be talkative.

you weren't going to annoy him anytime soon.

☆ sometimes, you think CHOSO doesn't realize how strong he is.

you like to believe he's being held back by his love for his family, his gruff but soft-spoken demeanor, and how easy it is for him to be overcome with emotions. that's the thing about him you're most in love with.

he does everything with gentleness until he doesn't.

the sliding door he usually closes with the utmost care? slam! even a little flick of his hand as he pries them open is enough to send a light gust of wind in anyone's direction.

when he hugs you, it feels more like a rib-crusher rather than a cozy embrace from someone who seems so smitten. but you don't complain, because it has its own unique, snug charm.

when he pats yuji (or anyone, for that matter) on the back, it feels like being sent five or so inches forward. and the slap of his palm against is heavy, compact, like it's meant to sting a little.

even the little things like catching a mosquito sounds like he's activating piercing blood, the air around the room crackling a little at the impact of choso's hands clapping together. every time you hear it, you feel the burning in your own palms at the impact.

you fondly remember the rare occasion when you, yuji, and choso had gone out to the park, with the boys playing a more hazardous game of catch while you sat pretty by the picnic blanket. and while you're in the middle of snooping for a snack, you just hear yuji yelp as the ball choso had sent hurtling the younger boy's way had landed square on his chest and actually sent him flying.

sprawling on the grass. knocked out like a ragdoll.

it surprises you. it surprises choso. it surprises anyone who isn't blind.

yup, anything that choso thinks is a light touch but isn't actually, he's following it up with a profuse apology and a few tears from his pathetic brown eyes.

you're not even a casualty, but when he looks at you from his place in the grass, rubbing yuji's front while the younger boy casually laughs it off because of course he can manage force like that, you know he's about to apologize to you as well.

it's not something he announces often, but hiromi used to be insecure of his nose as a child. he didn't like how hooked it was, how big it was compared to his friends', and he used to be annoyed with the people who asked why it was "shaped like that."

now, it's not as big of a problem as it was before—hiromi can't really bring himself to care—but getting himself a girlfriend, a wife, you, brought a newly awakened attention to his face.

in the best way.

the show on television drones on in the background, and you're not sure if either you or hiromi are watching it anymore. his paperwork is scattered on the coffee table, and your cat's asleep in his little bed. the night couldn't have been any slower if it tried.

with a heavy sigh, you plop your head back on hiromi's shoulder, letting his arm tighten around your side as he absently gazed forward, allowing you a full view of his side profile.

spiked hair, pushed out of his face, thin eyebrows, a strong jaw, sharp eyes, and of course, his nose. you hummed to yourself. you always liked how pointy everything about him was, strange as it is to say.

your eyes zero in on his nose. how it slopes downwards so sharply, how well it fit his face regardless of how…big it is. you remember all the times when you'd started dating how he'd angle his face more to the side just so he wouldn't bump your face when he kissed you. you never minded.

"i'm not the show, darling," you heard hiromi snort, but he doesn't look back down at you. you blinked, managing a nervous laugh, but you know your staring was intentional and shameless.

you muttered a light, "sorry," though you remain exceptionally honed in on his nose. and hiromi notices, because he runs a hand over his face in amusement when you don't turn away.

"you sure are fond of my nose. guess five years hasn't changed that," hiromi chuckles, tapping his fingertip against the tip of his nose.

"times change…you know, women really like your kind of look these days," you say it so easily, but it's enough to take hiromi back. "but i've been here since day one."

"that, you are, my darling. just hope that i don't accidentally fall on my face one day, alright?" hiromi finally faces you, sharp eyes softened with so much fondness. it makes your breath catch when he dips his head and your hand immediately finds his hair.

it's not a kiss, just a light nuzzle of his nose against yours. his weight shifts away from the couch, cozy crewneck stretching upwards. "i'll go get us our blanket. i won't take long."

famous last words when you hear the unmistakable noise of someone rolling down on the floor and a deep groan. safe to say, hiromi's nose, his glorious, glorious nose, was broken.

tears were shed that day. not even sitting on his face with your full weight made it break like that.

at least hiromi knows there's one dear person who loves his face very much.

he has not met someone with such a motor mouth since yuji. it's almost impressive how much words you can fit into a minute. and he finds himself smitten every time.

usually, he'd find it annoying, insufferable, and have the overwhelming urge to smack other people across the face. but with you, there's something so endearing about the way you ramble that just makes him listen, actually sit still and not look ten seconds away from snoozing.

he may look bored out of his mind, but trust him, he's locked in. he's working on his RBF.

"…the girls outdid themselves, too! i mean, the cake, it was half-busted, but it still tasted good! and—oh! oh! look at these, they pulled that off in three hours! seriously, i think uta might have an eye for decor, i should probably set her up somewhere—kuna?"

you paused, leaning forward to stare down your boyfriend. he had his arm and head leaning against the headrest, eyes glazed over in his (adorably dumb) reading glasses as his book lay forgotten on his lap.

he blinks, a low grumble escaping his lips, and he immediately catches the falter in your expression. did he seriously look that bitchy and disinterested? normally, he wouldn't mind, but you both knew that he'd changed in the months you were dating.

"no, no, keep going, doll. i just like the sound of your voice," he wasn't lying. the tension in your shoulders vanishes, and your eyes light up again. you've now decided that he was too far, and burrowed into his chest as you pressed your phone against his face, showing photo after photo.

"just tell me if i ever need to tone it down, okay?" sukuna furrowed his eyebrows. like he'd ever tell you to shut up. he scoffs, squeezing your hip.

"hell no. if there's any time i'm gonna tell you to shut up, it's only because you're running outta air and you need to drink water," he jokes, almost absently. it's then he brings you closer for a light peck on the lips. he likes shutting you up with kisses.

what he does mildly dislike is when people take up your time trying to draw out your chats.

he's not a big fan of long chats, especially not when you're involved. but you just get so excited and engaged that he can't bring himself to leave.

so, sukuna does what he does best, and stares down whoever you're talking to like a guard dog. a silent threat that says, you better listen. you better fucking listen if you're going to waste her time.

"…is—is he okay? i can totally leave now if you're busy!" your friend sheepishly asks, pointing towards an unconsciously scowling sukuna. you turn to look up at him, and snort.

"he'll be alright over there. right, kuna?" he just huffs like a disgruntled bull, but he nods all the same. "exactly. now, where were we? right! right, right, the new stationery shop in shinjuku! oh, we should totally get reservations right now! you never know, people like to make it a race. do you want to make that a weekend?…"

sukuna sighs silently, a light smile on his lips as he trudges towards the nearest bench and makes himself comfortable. he's going to be there for a while, it looks like.

but your voice's there to keep him company. while he would've liked that voice to focus on just him, sukuna can't exactly complain.

he's found a very lovely woman who's managed to balance him out, and she just happens to be talkative.

you weren't going to annoy him anytime soon.

he has not met someone with such a motor mouth since yuji. it's almost impressive how much words you can fit into a minute. and he finds himself smitten every time.

usually, he'd find it annoying, insufferable, and have the overwhelming urge to smack other people across the face. but with you, there's something so endearing about the way you ramble that just makes him listen, actually sit still and not look ten seconds away from snoozing.

he may look bored out of his mind, but trust him, he's locked in. he's working on his RBF.

"…the girls outdid themselves, too! i mean, the cake, it was half-busted, but it still tasted good! and—oh! oh! look at these, they pulled that off in three hours! seriously, i think uta might have an eye for decor, i should probably set her up somewhere—kuna?"

you paused, leaning forward to stare down your boyfriend. he had his arm and head leaning against the headrest, eyes glazed over in his (adorably dumb) reading glasses as his book lay forgotten on his lap.

he blinks, a low grumble escaping his lips, and he immediately catches the falter in your expression. did he seriously look that bitchy and disinterested? normally, he wouldn't mind, but you both knew that he'd changed in the months you were dating.

"no, no, keep going, doll. i just like the sound of your voice," he wasn't lying. the tension in your shoulders vanishes, and your eyes light up again. you've now decided that he was too far, and burrowed into his chest as you pressed your phone against his face, showing photo after photo.

"just tell me if i ever need to tone it down, okay?" sukuna furrowed his eyebrows. like he'd ever tell you to shut up. he scoffs, squeezing your hip.

"hell no. if there's any time i'm gonna tell you to shut up, it's only because you're running outta air and you need to drink water," he jokes, almost absently. it's then he brings you closer for a light peck on the lips. he likes shutting you up with kisses.

what he does mildly dislike is when people take up your time trying to draw out your chats.

he's not a big fan of long chats, especially not when you're involved. but you just get so excited and engaged that he can't bring himself to leave.

so, sukuna does what he does best, and stares down whoever you're talking to like a guard dog. a silent threat that says, you better listen. you better fucking listen if you're going to waste her time.

"…is—is he okay? i can totally leave now if you're busy!" your friend sheepishly asks, pointing towards an unconsciously scowling sukuna. you turn to look up at him, and snort.

"he'll be alright over there. right, kuna?" he just huffs like a disgruntled bull, but he nods all the same. "exactly. now, where were we? right! right, right, the new stationery shop in shinjuku! oh, we should totally get reservations right now! you never know, people like to make it a race. do you want to make that a weekend?…"

sukuna sighs silently, a light smile on his lips as he trudges towards the nearest bench and makes himself comfortable. he's going to be there for a while, it looks like.

but your voice's there to keep him company. while he would've liked that voice to focus on just him, sukuna can't exactly complain.

he's found a very lovely woman who's managed to balance him out, and she just happens to be talkative.

you weren't going to annoy him anytime soon.