It’s more like she doesn’t want to deal with the drama and child unless she has to. Could she do it? Probably? But will she? Eeeehhhhhhh
( mystery bingo #2 )
bingo count: 3 🎉
Anki doesn’t expect anyone to successfully handle his daughter considering … well, he did raise her and she’s anything but easy to handle. Not to mention that she’s experienced herself that even her father as trouble wrangling her in from time to time (though he’s not against using strength when need be).
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ONG OMG OMG CLOTHES SHOPPING WITH SAMU AND SHOWING HIM ALL UR OUTFITS WHILE HE SISTS AND COMPLIMENTS U AND AHHHHH 😍
“Okay. That one’s my favorite.”
You roll your eyes and snicker as his eyes glaze up and down your body, a smile on his face while he soaks you all in. “They’ve all been your favorite, baby,” you remind him.
“I can’t help that you look good in everything,” he scoffs, leaning his elbows on his knees. "What, are you saying I shouldn't be grateful for dating a goddess? You're out of your mind."
Your cheeks are blazed from his words and your mind swirls, how he’s so sweet and the best at hyping you up keeping your heart pounding in your chest. Osamu’s always had the way to make you melt into a pile of mush, though doing it in public so boastfully is definitely new.
“I think I’ve got one more,” you assure, stepping back k into the dressing room.
“I miss you,” he calls.
“I miss you more,” you return, and you pick up the final article of clothing- a short, tight dress, one you snuck in when he was looking at men’s shoes so he’d never get a peek before seeing it adorning your body.
It slips on and fits like a glove.
You’re pretty sure you saved the best for last.
You smirk at your reflection as your hands smooth down the dress, giving yourself a little spin in the wide mirrors. You sigh softly, happily, and you hear him chuckle, “don’t leave me in suspense, come on now.”
“I don’t think you’re ready for me,” you challenge.
You hear him scoff, “oh, I’m ready for you.”
You’re quick to fiddle with the lock and open the door, revealing yourself for the nth time today.
This time, however, his jaw drops. His eyes widen and they shamelessly take you all in, and the smirk that starts to spread is captured by his teeth as he sinks his them into the fat of it. His body tightens, and he lets out a small sigh through his nose, a small hand coming up to card his hair back.
“Holy fuck.”
“Osamu!” You giggle. “Dont say that!”
“You look… divine, momma,” he exhales, dropping his hand and resting it on his knee. “I was full of it before- this one’s my favorite.”
“Yeah?” You mewl, using your index finger to beckon him closer, and as if tranced, he stands up and makes his way to you, hands immediately reaching out to rest on your hips. “You like it that much?”
“I love it, angel face,” he confesses, his eyes shining with adoration and complete obsession. “If you get nothing from today- which you absolutely should- get the dress. For me.”
“For you?”
He chuckles, “yeah. Wanna look at you in it forever.”
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