Priceless (Shoyo Hinata)
Shoyo hadn't been a big spender for most of his life. Despite his earnings as a professional athlete, he doesn't spend frivolously.
His car's not the newest, or the fastest, he just likes it. His house isn't the biggest, he just likes it in the garden, and the pool's awesome for cooling off after a workout.
If he really wants to invest in something though, he maxes out.
Pool too cold to use in the winter? He'll have it heated, cleaned twice a week all year round, even when he's not at the damned house for months at a time.
All of this to say, he's not opposed to spending money on what he thinks is worth spending money on.
Then, he met you.
You grew up counting coins, your independence came with the anxiety of money, and though you've worked your way to comfortable, you still can't bring yourself to spend big without thinking about it two, three...hundreds of times.
Shoyo fell hard for you, and he didn't realise just how deep that anxiety ran, until your first Valentine's day together.
You'd been together for a few months at this point, comfortable enough to be staying over at each other's places.
You wake up to the warmth of his lips, smattering affectionate pecks across your cheeks and nose, lovingly rousing you from the bliss of sleep.
'G'morning, gorgeous.' He purred as your eyes fluttered open, focusing on his sunny smile in the dimly lit room. 'There's those pretty eyes.'
'Sho...' Your voice cracked with sleep, body stretching under the covers, relishing the lingering warmth under the comforting weight of his body leaning over yours. 'S'sa sunday.'
'I know, sorry baby. But I gotcha somethin' and I couldn't wait.' He placed an apologetic kiss to your forehead, and then couldn't bring himself to pull away, lingering against your skin, rubbing his cheek against yours lovingly. 'Come to the living room with me, please?'
You groaned, reflexively draping your arm over him, just indulging in closeness while it lasted. Shoyo gives you no shortage of cuddles and surprise hugs, even in the oddest of places, he doesn't care. More than an hour without seeing you is reason enough to scoop you off your feet next time he does.
But this, quiet, simple, comforting intimacy, is what you cherish the most.
This, coupled with the warmth of the sheets and the cold of the last week's weather made you all-too-reluctant to move. In fact, you almost drifted back to sleep until Shoyo whined, pouting as he kissed you awake again.
'Come on, baby, please?! I promise it'll be worth it.'
You pouted, eyes glassy with sleep, and welcomed his next kiss to your lips, reluctantly wiggling your muscles back to life at your lover's request.
'Fiiine, what's so urgent anyway?'
'You know what day it is next Tuesday?' His eyes lit up, eagerly watching you scootch out of bed and slide into your robe and slippers, waddling out of the room behind him, his hand clasped between yours.
He's affectionately called this your "penguin mode" when you first crawl out of bed, too tired to care what you look like, wanting nothing but heat and coffee.
'The 14th. Why?'
'And the 14th is....?'
'Valentine's?'
He waggled his eyebrows at you, and you frowned, catching onto the scent that he's up to no good.
As soon as you enter the living room, you're overtaken with the smell of flowers, a massive, varied bouquet sits on the coffee table, beside a mug of warm coffee and a box of chocolates.
On top of that box, sit plane tickets, tickets that Shoyo picks up, and presents to you with a beaming grin on his face. 'How about spending Valentines in Venice?'
'Venice...' You parroted, still taking in the spread before you, eyes on the tickets your boyfriend proudly held out to you. 'Italy? As in...Italy Venice?'
'Yeah! You said when we met that you wanted to go.'
'I did but it's Valentine's week, the prices must be astronomical!'
Shoyo shrugged, and your stomach sank as you realised he hadn't even looked at the prices when he'd booked the flight. He's done it before, when he knows you want something, he gets it. No amount of decimal points will stop him.
And this...that happy smile on his face as he waits eagerly for your reaction, you can't help but sigh lovingly, wanting nothing more than to bury yourself in his arms and never let go.
'The money doesn't matter, in a few years I'd have no idea where those bills ended up, but I'll remember and cherish every memory I get to make with you. So, if you really think about it, the money doesn't mean much.'
It felt so self indulgent, part of you screamed that it was wrong, but your heart swelled two sizes too big in your chest and you clutched to his chest as if even a breath of air between you would be too far apart.
'I'm sorry, I'm just...not used to thinking like that.'
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, your nose, your lips, had you practically purring as his hands squeezed into your hips affectionately. 'I know baby, but what's the point of the numbers if they don't make you smile?'
'You make me smile, so I suppose that makes you priceless, Sho.'
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