whatever you say, pretty boy
he's probably talking about practice or something. right? right. you're pretty sure that's it. he mentioned spiking or blocking or something. or maybe he was talking about that brand deal? is that still happening? maybe not. you aren't sure.
all you're sure of is that your husband looks absolutely ethereal right now. he has one hand on the steering wheel and the other holds yours. he gently strokes the back of your hand with his thumb as his lips continue moving.
okay so he is talking. he definitely is.
but how can you focus on that when the light streaming in from the driver's side window hits him just right and he looks like he's glowing. his eyes are sparkling and the shadows contour his face the way and he looks like a goddamn renaissance sculpture and he—
"darling? are you there?" he asks, and you notice a soft smirk on his lips. his pretty, perfect lips.
"oh? yeah," you smile up at him, "i'm here."
"i asked you how girl's night was," he says, briefly turning his head to look at you and— wow how does his hair look so perfectly messy right now?
"good, good... yeah, it was good," you say, trailing off.
a light chuckle escapes him, "you're staring at me like you don't wake up to this face every morning."
"but you're just so pretty," you sigh, "you're unreal."
"i'm as real as can be, love," he says, bringing your hand up to his lips, "did you drink a lot tonight?"
"honestly, i'm only tipsy at most. you're just: wow."
"'wow', huh?" he grins, "i could say the same about you, gorgeous."
"shhh, i'm focusing on you right now. you can compliment me tomorrow. just keep talking about whatever and let me look at you."
he laughs for real this time, "okay, okay. as long as it's my turn tomorrow."
sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou, hoshiumi kourai, your fave pretty boys
