#love.notes 💌

[loveume]

# cheeky 💓

sae has acquired a new and infuriating habit.

well, maybe not infuriating but it does send a twinge of annoyance through you every time.

presently, you're gathering up the dirty laundry to take to the washing machine. it's one of sae's off days and not having the energy to really do anything, you opted to stay in. giving sae time to rest and you time to tidy up around the house.

"honey, is there anything else you need washed before i chuck this all in the machine?" you ask, throwing a glance at him from where he's lounging on the couch.

"no, i put everything in the hamper," is his reply.

later, when the two of you are organizing the now clean clothes, sae gets up when a text alerts him that the food you two had ordered earlier was ready for pick up.

"be back soon," he says, and you instinctively turn your head up to him for a kiss.

here's where that annoying habit comes in.

sae reaches over and squishes your cheeks together with one hand, fingers pressing into your skin, which in turn pushes your lips out so that you resemble a blowfish. that is when he presses an obnoxiously loud and over-exaggerated kiss to your lips, smirking when he pulls away.

you stare up at him in irritation, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pulled into a pout.

sae will never tell you how he only does that to see that exact look on your face, thinking you look so pretty wearing that pout.

"you're so annoying," you say and make sure to throw one of his t-shirts at him as he walks coolly towards the door, hoping it hits him in the head.

it doesn't.

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# lipgloss love 💖

"is it too short?" you ask nervously, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt as you tug it down a bit.

itoshi rin must be unwell, there's no other explanation. he must be, because his girlfriend is standing in front of him with a skirt on, you barely wear skirts, and all he can think about is why you aren't wearing any lip gloss.

"whe–

you cut him off before he can get the words out. "you're right, i don't know what i was thinking with the skirt. pants! i'll just wear pants." you murmur before going to rummage through your closet.

you're out of the skirt and pulling a pair of pants up your thighs before he can even blink.

it didn't make sense. you have the rest of your make up on, even something pretty colored on your lips that makes them matte and not glossy like your lipgloss would. are you going to put the lipgloss on top of that? sometimes, especially in a hurry, you're smearing the tube (or applicator, it depends on which gloss you use) against your lips as you tumble out the door.

rin loves when you wear lipgloss. he pretends to be apathetic when you're covering his face in sticky kisses, but truly he loves you and your sticky kisses. he likes that he can feel them against his skin for the rest of the day, and lick them off his own lips in a fun little game of guess the flavor. you always wear lipgloss.

so why don't you have any on right now?

he watches you spin around in the pants a few times before you're pushing them off. "ughh! stupid pants make my butt look huge," you grumble, "rin! can you help me here? what am i supposed to wear?!"

"where's your lipgloss? why aren't you wearing any?"

the questions are enough to stop you in your tracks.

"my lipgloss?" you repeat incredulously, "i'm having a breakdown over what to wear for dinner at your parents and you're worried about my lipgloss?"

"you always wear lipgloss." he states, as if that should clear away any confusion.

"rin, sweetheart, we're having dinner with your parents. forgive me for wanting to look put together and wearing lipstick." you reply, tossing the pants in your hands back into your closet.

he turns away without a response, so you think the conversation has ended there going back to your task of finding an appropriate dinner outfit. you, however, are mistaken when your boyfriend returns and takes your wrist to lead you to sit at the edge of your bed.

he has your make up wipes in one hand and a tube of lipgloss in the one that just held your wrist. you stare up at him in mild surprise.

"you always look put together," he says, pulling a wipe out of the package, "and my parents don't care what you wear to dinner." he continues, tilting your chin up gently and smearing your lipstick away.

all you can do is stare at him, not daring to say anything. one, because you don't have anything to say, and two, your lips were occupied.

he sets the package of wipes down, the used one laid across the top, before he brings the tube of gloss to your mouth. he over-does the bottom lip and under-does the top one, but you can't complain.

"there. much better." he says, twisting the cap back on the tube.

you throw your arms around him before he can get too far away and press your lips against his in a kiss that makes you dizzy. you think you must look ridiculous, kissing your boyfriend in your panties and a fancy top with a mouth covered in lipgloss.

"you used way too much." is all you say when the two of you part, knowing his mouth is just as sticky as yours now.

rin's nose scrunches slightly, like it does when he's "annoyed" with you. "whatever."

"hurry up and get dressed, my parents are expecting us."

you open your mouth but before you can get the words out he beats you to it.

"wear the skirt."

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# salt + sunscreen 🏖️

it was so warm.

sprawled out on his beach towel with a hand against his abdomen, the sun blanketed him in warmth, nagi drifts in and out of consciousness.

he can hear the ocean waves, smell the salt of the sea, but he can't bear to peel his eyes open when he's so content. not until he hears you bounding over and plopping yourself on the towel laid out next to his.

he turns his head and peeks at you with one eye. you're panting, chest rising with every inhale and exhale. water droplets sparkling on your skin, he watches one as it trails from the side of your neck down, down, down until it disappears into your cleavage. obscured from view by the clingy fabric of your patterned one piece.

"seishiro, baby," you nudge him gently with one hand while the other rummages through your tote, "did you put on any sunscreen before you decided to offer your body up to the sun as sacrifice?"

he's looking at you with both eyes now, and has even turned over to face towards you, head propped up.

"nah, sunscreen's such a hassle. why'd you go swimming without me?"

you let out a small scoff at his reply, "the real hassle will be when you're all burnt up. and i didn't go without you, my love, you looked really cozy on your towel."

you finally find the tube of sunscreen you'd been looking for, buried under the paperback you're currently reading. turning to your boyfriend, you catch sight of his lips pulled into a pout.

"don't pout sei, you can swim with me right after i get this sunscreen on you," you promise, "now up."

nagi sits up with a whine while you busy yourself with squeezing the right amount of sunscreen onto your palm.

"can't let my pale boy burn," you say, pressing your lips to his cheek in a sweet kiss.

your cream covered hands are a bit cold when they first make contact with his skin, and yeah he does flinch a bit, but he can't really complain. it's nice to be taken care of in these subtle ways by you. you're also his really pretty girlfriend who's rubbing your hands all over his chest, wearing what he thinks is the cutest swimsuit he's ever seen.

but that doesn't mean he won't take any opportunity he can to tease you.

"the sunscreen's a nice excuse to feel me up hm?" he asks as your hands glide across his shoulders and down his arms.

you giggle, "sei, you're my boyfriend. i don't really need an excuse to feel you up, baby."

"mm, and how many boyfriends you got, pretty?" he's got a smirk now, his big hands coming to rest at your hips giving you a little squeeze.

you fix him with a playful look before answering, "just the one."

"yeah?"

"yeah, any more and it would just be a hassle."

[loveume]

# bows & barrettes 🎀

"feeling sleepy yet, sei?"

you and your boyfriend sit facing each other, cross legged on top of your comforter. your fingers are in his hair under the guise of styling it for him, and his thumb brushes across your knee, tracing some scar you got when you were a kid.

"mmm, almost. your fingers feel nice, babe."

you smile softly, pushing more of nagi's fringe back with a sparkly barrette and clipping into place against the side of his head.

you lean back to admire your work, various clips and bows are dotted through his hair. you clap your hands, grinning as you pick up a mirror to show nagi the fruits of your labor.

"ta-da!" you cheer, the mirror reflecting his image as he studies himself.

"pretty," he murmurs as he brushes his fingers briefly across a few clips and bows.

"it's not my best work," you say with a shrug, "but the model more than makes up for it."

nagi's cheeks tinge pink at your words but doesn't offer a response, still prodding at all the accessories in his hair.

"c'mere baby, lemme take some pics," you wave your phone with a smile.

you probably take 50 images, all incredibly couple-like; you kissing nagi's cheek, him kissing yours, your cheeks squished together. all resembling those extremely cheesy "aesthetic" couple photos you would find on pinterest somewhere.

the best ones go up on your twitter and insta respectfully, accompanied with a silly little caption about how much you love your boyfriend.

"enough," nagi says, snatching your phone out of your hands and tossing it to the other side of your bed, "pay me some attention now."

"you're so greedy, seishiro."

his hand moves to cup your nape, fingers sliding into your hair, eyes boring into your own.

"greedy? hmm, i guess." is his reply before his lips are on your own, tongue sliding into your mouth as he kisses you deeply.

when you part he's wearing a little smirk, taking in your dazed expression.

"s'long as you're greedy for me too."

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# warrior 🗡️

"peel the legs up and back, downward facing dog. remember your breath."

the surface of your yoga mat was firm under your palms and your body shook a bit from the weight of holding yourself up, but you were feeling good.

you were about half-way through a half hour yoga video on youtube, which was being played on the large flat screen mounted to the wall.

sae had been occupied all morning into late afternoon, and to not bother him you had yourself in a bit of a cleaning frenzy but decided to calm down to a bit of yoga.

so to say that your soul nearly left your body when you feel a pinch to the fat of one of your ass cheeks would be a severe understatement. with a squeal you collapse onto your hands and knees, your head whipping to look back at the offender.

"sae! what the hell was that for?!"

you turn to sit with your legs under you, hands finding the remote to pause the video. all the while giving your boyfriend a questioning glare.

"you're the one with your butt in the air," he comments, as if that was explanation enough for his actions.

"yeah because i'm exercising, if you wanna cop a feel maybe wait until i'm not in a compromising position."

sae makes a face, as if mulling over your words, and then nods "duly noted, baby."

the next fifteen minutes are spent blissfully "sae-less" as you go through the various poses. it isn't long, however, until you feel fingers wrap around your ankle as you shift into warrior. with a tug you lose your balance and end up flat on your back, cushioned by your yoga mat.

sae hovers over you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he takes in your displeasure.

"unwrinkle that brow, baby. anger doesn't suit you."

you scoff, but still wrap your arms around his neck, one hand curling around his nape and your thumb brushing his jaw.

"and mischief doesn't suit you sae."

his smirk only widens, while his eyes darken. a big hand squeezes your hip before playful fingers dip beneath the waistband of your leggings. he hums as he leans closer to you, lips dangerously close to your own, and you can feel his breath against them as he lets out a small chuckle at your reply.

"i think you'll find it suits me just fine," he murmurs, before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

[loveume]

# two halves one heart ❤️‍🩹

nagi seishiro is completely exhausted. he can barely keep his eyelids open, and his body feels heavier and heavier by the minute.

it had been a long flight, and planes aren't his favorite to begin with. mostly, he just wants to see you.

by the time he's unlocking the front door it's incredibly late, and his body has somehow grown more weary. he pulls his suitcase into your home and locks the door behind him, mindful of the noise since you're most likely asleep.

you try to stay up and greet him usually but that always ends with you asleep wherever you had intended on waiting for him.

tugging his suitcase along he enters the bedroom and sets next to the closet door, dropping the duffle hanging off his shoulder down next to it.

turning to the bed he expects to see your resting frame underneath the comforter but to his surprise he's met with a pristinely made bed. it sends a bit of panic down his spine but he makes his way to the living room, suspecting you've fallen asleep on the couch.

his momentary panic is soothed once he peeks over the back of the sofa and finds you sprawled on your back, one hand under your head and the other wrapped around the small boy that rests on your chest.

nagi watches the two of you for a few moments longer, feeling his heart warm at the image of his lovely wife and son curled up together, waiting just for him.

he runs a finger across shohei's small cheek, brushing a few strands of snowy white hair out his face. the toddler's nose wrinkles slightly but otherwise he stays asleep, head buried in his mother's neck.

nagi turns his doting touch to you, running his thumb across your lips and then cheek, smiling when you wrinkle your own nose in the same way your son did. unlike shohei, however, your eyes blink open softly at the sensation.

"sei, you're home," you murmur, hand reaching up to hold his.

"mhmm, missed my babies," he replies, leaning down over the couch to give you a sweet kiss.

"we missed you more, my love. shohei thought he could stay up and wait for you," you say, your free hand running gently through your son's hair.

"just like his mama, hm?"

you don't reply, instead sticking your tongue out.

"c'mon, don't know how much longer i can keep standing for baby, let's go to bed."

despite his claims of weak legs, nagi manages to carry both your and your child to your bedroom. he snuggles up next to you and buries his head in your neck, opposite his son.

finally, he's home.

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# plant girl 🌿

the first time nagi revealed to you that he had a cactus you were over the moon. you didn't think this boy could get any more endearing than he already was.

he holds the cactus up to you so you can see it.

"this is choki," he had said, with a small smile. "he doesn't need much, which is why we get along so well."

since then you and nagi have come a long way. in your relationship and in the amount of plants that you own. they canopy your living area, and bring a lot of light and love into your home.

due to each plant being different and having different needs, they each have their own watering schedule. which is why nagi is crouching by the windowsill with his little black spray bottle in hand.

the windowsill is where choki and the succulents live. you remember when you first got all the small succulents that line your window. it was in the first few months of you moving in with nagi, running errands with him on one of his free days.

"oh! we're almost done, just a few more things and we can go home." you'd said as you crossed another item off your list. when you didn't get a reply you looked up from the paper in your hand to find your boyfriend.

he was distracted by a small display of succulents just across from where you stood with your cart. his fingers carefully poking at each plant's leaves.

"succulents! how cute," you'd said once you made it to his side, "should we get some?"

the rest was history.

you think besides choki, those little succulents are nagi's favorite plants in the house. well besides the orchids that sit near your desk. he'd bought the orchid plant for you after you offhandedly mentioned that orchids were one of your favorite flowers.

he'd brought it home a few days after that and set it relatively close to your workspace so that when you looked away from whatever occupied you, it would be the first thing you would see.

nagi finishes spraying the succulents, moving to stand as he says; "grow well."

he turns to find you and his eyes narrow as he sees you making your way to the orchids, your own little spray bottle in hand. yours is emerald green as opposed to his black one.

you nearly jump out of your skin when a hand unexpectedly grabs your wrist.

"what're you doin'?"

you look up to meet the eyes of your boyfriend, his brows pinched together and a small pout forming on his lips.

"watering venus?" you answer, your head tilted in confusion.

"i'll do it." he insists, pulling you to him by the wrist he holds and practically crushing you against him.

"sei! why can't i water venus?" you ask, looking up at him with your chin resting against his chest.

"cuz it's my job," he replies without taking his eyes off the plant, "your's is to just look at it and think of me."

you stare at him mouth agape, heat flushing your face. you didn't expect a reply like this, it makes you curl your fingers into nagi's shirt and bury your face in his chest lest you melt into a puddle at his feet.

"you're so unfair seishiro," you murmur into his shirt.

nagi just smiles, rubbing your back with his free hand. he loves his plant girl.

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# kaleidoscope 🎐

"didn't know you were trying to go cross-eyed."

you look up from where you're leaning at your vanity mirror, nose almost touching the reflective glass you stare into, to meet the teal eyes that study you curiously.

sae stands just across the space of your shared walk-in closet, seemingly deciding which watch would go best with the sleek prada suit he wears. he looks handsome, terribly handsome like he always does.

"i think my makeup looks weird." you tell him, turning so he can take a look for himself.

it's not your makeup that nags at you, well it is but it's also your hair and this dress and your shoes. your face? everything feels wrong, like you're in a body you don't belong in looking at a person you don't recognize.

it takes sae a moment to respond, his eyes raking over you with precision.

"your makeup looks pretty, matches your shoes."

you glance down towards the black heels adorning your feet, beads twinkling up at you.

"that's not what's actually bothering you, is it?" sae asks as he slides his watch of choice on and clips into place.

"no." you let out a heavy sigh, sinking down onto the seat in front of your vanity.

he gives you time to gather your thoughts, your husband is never one to push. especially in situations like these.

you keep your eyes on your shoes, tapping the toes together ever so slightly. "sometimes i look at myself," you pause to take a breath, "and i don't see me. like i don't belong in this dress, and these heels. i don't deserve to wake up in our bed and eat in our kitchen. i feel like a....fraud." you cover your face with your hands as you finish voicing your thoughts.

it only takes a few moments before you feel the fingers of both of sae's hands curl around your wrists, gently lifting them away from your face.

your eyes meet his and he sees how watery they are and how your bottom lip wobbles. you see the worry etched into his brow and the unsettled expression on his face.

"you're not a fraud." he says in that blunt way that is so itoshi sae. "you belong in that dress and those shoes. you belong here in our home, with me. you're you, and nothing will change that. no matter what awful tricks your brain wants to play on you."

you blink back your tears and give him a soft smile, hands squeezing his.

"thank you."

one of his hands reaches up and catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, titling it up.

"you're welcome," he replies, kissing your cheek, "now finish getting ready, the sooner we show up to this ridiculous event the sooner we can abandon it for our bed."

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# rain at daybreak ☔

nagi is beautiful.

you always thought so. from the moment you first met him until now, nagi seishiro has been beautiful. even more so when he sleeps.

laying on his stomach with his arms tucked under his pillow, cheek squished against it with his head turned to the side. he's lovely.

his hair sits messily, and his expression is peaceful. eyes closed with his lashes kissing his skin. lips so pretty pink and slightly parted, and a fading love bite beneath his jaw.

it's not often you get to watch him sleep like this, quietly reveling in his existence in your bed. usually he's up and long gone before you awaken, off to morning practice with a mumble of; "this is such a pain". one hand slinging his bag over his shoulder while he reaches down with the other to smooth your hair away from your face, pressing a kiss against the corner of your mouth. so you try to savor the moment.

you can hear the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops outside, the blue light of the morning creeping past the fabric of your curtains to bathe across nagi's bare back.

you slide a hand across the bedsheets and under nagi's pillow to intertwine your fingers with the hand closest to you. gently pulling it out to where you can actually see it, littering the back of his hand with soft pecks.

with your free arm you reach over to start lightly tracing your fingers across the expanse of your boyfriend's skin. it's mindless really, and you're glad he sleeps heavy. you continue your tracing, drawing shapes and writing your name as well as his. soon you move to phrases, etching i love you i love you i love you down his spine.

soon your hand tires from the movement and comes to just rest on his back. your fingers of your other hand are still curled with his as you lean over to kiss his shoulder. "seishiro, my love, you are so beautiful." you tell him, breathless.

you watch his face as his lips curl into a soft sweet smile. he peels his eyes open slowly to peek out at you from beneath his snow white hair.

"thank you," he murmurs.

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# tint 🫦

reo is absolutely listening to every word you're saying.

of course he is. you two are on your first official date and he would be a complete asshat to not be actively engaged in conversation with you. listening attentively as you ramble about your hobbies and interests.

but he isn't. listening attentively that is, he's also not an asshat but he feels like he seems like one. it's not his fault though, not entirely. it's just that your mouth is so pretty. he can't hardly focus on the words they form when he's too distracted by the pretty tint that coats your lips.

they look sweet like a ripe strawberry, and he'd be a liar if he said he didn't want a taste.

he continues to watch your lips as they form words, but having no idea what you're saying. if he concentrates really maybe he can pull his attention away from the siren call of your sweet mouth.

huh. it looks like you're saying re-something. r e...r e....o?

"reo?"

your worried tone finally snaps him back to reality, your fingers curled nervously around the drink you'd ordered.

"yes?" he replies, feeling as though he'd just awoken from a trance.

"you looked a bit zoned out, i know i talk too much, sorry." you say, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

that is almost enough to distract him once again but he remains strong.

"don't apologize. i enjoy hearing you talk, i just had something on my mind."

you nod, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, and give him a nervous smile.

much later when you and reo's date is over and he's walking you home, a hand on your lower back, you feel a bit sad that the day has come to an end so soon.

a few steps more and the two of you arrive at your door, the sadness feeling a bit heavier.

"you didn't have to walk me all the way up, you know? you could have just watched me walk into my very secure apartment building from your fancy car."

reo gives you a small smirk, reaching out to brush his thumb across your bottom lip.

"i gotta see you for as long as i can," he replies, "especially when you have a lip tint this irresistible on."

his eyes flash as he pulls his thumb away from your lips towards his own mouth.

you feel like your entire body has been set on fire.

with the smirk still on his lips, he tells you to dream of him, watching you unlock your apartment door and doesn't turn to leave until you are safely inside.

[loveume]

# dream sweet of me 🌫️

it is nearly impossible to sleep when rin is away.

the bed feels cold no matter how many blankets you pile on, and there is always a pervasive feeling of emptiness that permeates the room.

oftentimes you are left with a loneliness that, after many hours, lulls you to sleep with your face buried in his pillow.

tonight, is one of those nights. with rin away for a week and a half at some kind of special practice retreat.

you tried to be as productive as possible but there was only so much cleaning and meditation you could do. so, you feel entirely restless as you crawl into bed for the night.

as soon as you find a comfortable position your phone goes off, but the ringtone is the one you set specifically for rin. scrambling up you reach for your phone on the nightstand and swipe up to answer his facetime.

his face isn't in frame, so you just have the view of what appears to be the ceiling of his room.

"thought you said you wouldn't call me when it was late," you keep your voice soft, but can't help the teasing lilt it takes.

rin is meticulous with timezones, just like he is with most everything. he only calls at what he says is the optimal time for both of you based on whatever timezones you may be in.

his scene begins to shift and soon the face of your gorgeous boyfriend fills the screen, hair damp and propped up by his pillows.

before he can reply you can't help but say; "there you are. hi, handsome," practically swooning.

you notice his ears flush red as he tries to remain indifferent to your affection.

"just," he pauses, his eyes tracing your face through the screen, "missed you, is all."

your heart clenches, and it takes all your strength to hold back the tears.

"oh, baby, i miss you too. always do when you're not here with me."

you and rin chat for a bit, he'd had a bit of time before dinner and decided to chance it and give you a call, even with how late it was at home. although it makes you feel better about sleeping alone tonight you can't help but long for him even more.

"it's dinnertime now, and i can tell you're sleepy, my love. i'll call you again tomorrow, okay?" he tells you, pushing his hair back and fixing a cap onto his head.

"okay, baby. i love you so so much, make sure my boyfriend eats well okay? he deserves it." you reply, and start making kissy noises into your phone despite how tired you feel.

"i love you, make sure my girlfriend dreams sweet of me," he gives you just one smooch noise back and it makes you grin.

"bye, rinrin."

"goodbye, my love."

your eyes flutter shut just as the two of you hang up.

[loveume]

# my heart a canvas 🖼️

"but i'm terrible at painting!" you whine, "you know that."

bachira's grin is practically splitting his face open as he watches you pout. all he'd told you was that his mom offered up her studio for the two of you to use because he'd mentioned how the two of you hadn't settled on an idea for your date.

"how about you guys use my studio? isn't that something couples do these days, paint together? it'll be empty anyhow since i have a meeting."

"you're not terrible!" he counters but not before pressing a quick kiss to your pout, "you're just not artistically inclined is all." he continues.

"gee thanks meguru," you reply, wiping off his kiss to get back at him for the comment. even though you know he means well, "nice to have you in my corner."

his expression twitches with annoyance at your blatant act of rejection at his affections. which is why he, despite your half-hearted attempts at avoidance, presses his lips to yours in two more not-so-quick kisses.

"i'm always in your corner! and you know my mom loves you even if your painting isn't on monet's level. she offered and i thought it'd be fun. worst case scenario we end up just throwing paint at each other."

you appreciate his reassurance. you honestly do struggle with the thought that maybe meguru's mom would like it better if he had a girlfriend who was more "artistically inclined". someone who'd understand what brush technique she'd utilized this week or what type of paint she'd used last. he knew this was a gnawing insecurity of yours and always did his best to shoo it away.

"fine. let's paint," you say finally.

it does end up being fun, you give that to bachira because anything you do with him does end that way, but there is no painting to be seen.

you end up just swirling colors you find pretty together on the canvas while he finds the use of a brush restricting, opting to use his fingers and hands. it's not long before bachira abandons the canvas you two were using for a brand new one; you.

"stop meguru! i'm serious!" you cry through breathless giggles, backing out of his reach as he tries to grab you.

the surface of your coveralls had paint splotches here and there and smears of bachira's handprints in various places. his look just like yours do, except for the handprint that graces the fabric across his butt, courtesy of you.

"not until we're even, honey!" he lunges.

you've barely managed to stay out of his grasp, cursing his athleticism due to many many hours of soccer, and you knew your time was running out.

your downfall happens just as you hear bachira's mother call out to you two to announce her arrival home. the sound distracts you enough so that your boyfriend can finally take his long awaited victory.

before you can react his arms reach out from behind you and his paint covered hands latch onto your tits. pulling you in until your back is flush against his front, all you can hear is bachira's laughter, he gives your chest a squeeze and pushes his lips against your cheek in a wet kiss.

"i win!" he cheers.

and the two yellow handprints left behind prove it.

[loveume]

# hanami 🌸

it was supposed to be just you and rintaro. it was something almost tradition. him taking you to watch the cherry blossoms on a warm and sunny april day. one of the many things he plans around your birthday, because you love spring. and cherry blossoms even more so.

so why was it that his whole family now sits on a laid out picnic blanket, surrounding you, his girlfriend.

saori is sprawled across your lap, her hands gripping your dress and she grins up at you talking animatedly. your faces close together and a smile painting your glossy lips.

his mother busies herself with making sure everyone has something to eat, and his father at her side, mindlessly rubbing a hand down her back as he stares up at the soft pink petals that fall all around them.

well, he can't be too annoyed. especially with a scene like this laid before him; the sun shining and the air warm. and especially when you look up from his younger sister to meet his eyes, your pretty mouth giving him a smile that rivals the beauty of the flowers you all came to enjoy.

and he can't be annoyed at all when his parents give you two a moment alone, distracting saori with the promise of pictures and the petting of the dogs also at the park.

which in turn allows him to pull you close, you yelping in surprise at his hands at your waist.

your surprise turns into a teasing smile. "can't keep your hands to yourself even for a sec–

"i love you." rin interrupts, and his seriousness catches you off guard. your heart clenches, but before you can respond rin's hands move to cup your cheeks and presses a delicate kiss to your mouth.

he thinks he can love spring too.

[loveume]

# ambrosia black 🖤

you stare down at the package of stockings your boyfriend pressed into your hands just moments earlier.

the two of you stood in the kitchen, chigiri putting away the groceries you'd ask him to get on his way home, and you planning to squirrel away the snacks you'd also asked him for.

"i just wanted to get it for you," he'd said with a shrug, a package of sliced cheese in one hand and a bottle of cream in the other, "maybe the next time we go on a date you can throw those on instead of complaining about having nothing to wear."

you'd huffed at that, and stuck your tongue out at him for good measure.

the picture on the front shows the stockings, they're black and slightly see through with a bit of a pattern. "at least they're pretty," you say before moving closer to your boyfriend.

you sling your arms around his neck once he turns away from the fridge, one hand still clutching the gift. you give him a squeeze, feeling his hands rest at your hips.

"thank you," you say, pulling back to press a quick kiss to his lips.

you almost giggle when his mouth chases yours slightly when you pull away.

"you're welcome."

the next time that particular pair of stockings makes an appearance is, unsurprisingly, on a date with chigiri.

"hyoma look, your present is making its debut," you tell him teasingly, bending your knee and lifting your leg in a showy fashion.

before you can blink chigiri has his fingers wrapped around the back of your knee and uses it to pull you towards him. the sudden movement has you falling into him, hands scrambling for a semblance of balance which you find in his shoulders.

you can only gape at your boyfriend, still slightly startled by his actions and now by the way your body presses against his. his fingers are still locked behind your knee which rests against his waist, your chests are pressed together and his other hand is curled around your hip, the position is more than suggestive.

a breathy sigh leaves your lips when chigiri's hand releases your knee and runs its way up your thigh, squeezing appreciatively.

"what a lovely debut it is," he murmurs, leaning into a press a lingering kiss against your jaw.

[loveume]

# birthday twin 🫂🎂

the morning seemed to flow just like water.

you were getting ready to have brunch with friends, leisurely doing your skincare and makeup before starting on your hair. picking your outfit took almost no time as you had an idea of your options from looking through your closet the night before.

a light colored sundress with small embroidered flowers was what you ended up choosing. not something you wore often but you thought you'd try to look good for your friends at the very least.

"you sure you don't want me to drive you?" a sleepy voice mumbles.

you're busy rifling through the jewelry box atop your vanity, but you look over your shoulder to respond.

isagi is sprawled across your mattress, buried under the blankets and looking quite cozy.

"no, baby, my ride's almost here. besides, you should rest before your afternoon plans, i remember how late you got in last night." you assure him.

you find the pieces you were searching for right before you phone vibrates in the pocket of your dress. your friend must be outside.

you move to stand in front of your boyfriend and lean down to kiss his forehead.

"happy birthday, baby. have a fun time with the guys, okay?"

isagi catches your wrist in his hand before you can stray too far. "happy birthday, hope you have the best brunch." he replies, kissing the back of your hand softly.

"you're so pretty," he says as you reach the bedroom door, "my girl."

it takes everything you have in you to go to brunch.

the next time you see your boyfriend is in his parents dining room. both sides of your family had planned an elaborate joint birthday dinner, graciously hosted in the isagi household.

he's dressed sharply, a button down with the sleeves rolled up and slacks with his hair pushed up and away from his forehead, likely due to his mother's insistence.

you've done an outfit change as well, trading the sundress for a flowy blouse and your "good" jeans.

isagi has you in his arms as soon as you get close enough. "you look nice," you say, greeting him with a kiss.

"you can thank my mother," he replies, hands settling against your lower back.

dinner with your families is a lovely affair. the food is delicious and the conversation is lively. and even though you and yoichi had insisted on no cake, his father picked one up anyway. "it's nice to have cake on someone else's birthday!" your nieces and nephews faces are of course covered in frosting moments after the group sings happy birthday.

it's dark out by the time you and isagi stumble into your shared home.

"i can get everything set up in the living room, could you just grab me a change of clothes please?"

soon, you're seated on your living room floor squished against your boyfriend. a small red velvet cake sits in front of you with two candles, as well as a bottle of champagne. the tv show the two of you were currently binging was playing across the screen.

"i still think we should have got a different cake flavor."

you gasp in offense, "yoichi this is my favorite cake flavor! we had yours last year."

he sighs before leaning over to light the two candles. "okay, you're up. make a wish, babe."

you think for a moment before closing your eyes and blowing one of the candles out. isagi follows suit before pulling the candles out.

you feed each other forkfuls of cake between laughter and sips of champagne.

later when the episode comes to an end and you're more curled into isagi's side than you were earlier you think about how grateful you are.

as if reading your thoughts isagi says; "i love sharing a birthday with you."

you lock eyes with him and feel as if you're about to start sobbing, "i love sharing a birthday with you too, baby."

the rest of the night is spent sharing kisses and quiet comfort, in you and isagi's little corner of the world.

[loveume]

# bubbly 🥂

getting brunch with your friends is a occasional treat. having delicious food and drinks in the sun as laughter rings through the air. you're truly grateful for the days you get to enjoy their company especially since you're all adults with obligations and your own busy lives.

what you aren't grateful for is your absolutely abysmal alcohol tolerance.

when you go out clubbing with your boyfriend, suna, he's quick to cut you off after your third drink, fourth if you're lucky. he can hold his liquor far better than you, damn that boy and his iron stomach.

and it's not like you particularly enjoy getting drunk, you can't stand the burning sensation in your throat after a shot but this is brunch. which means the drinks they serve you and your friends are fruity and fun. it's like apple juice to a five year old, so it's no surprise that by the end of your little gathering that you're tipsy. thankfully not fall-down drunk but bad decision-making tipsy.

"call her boyfriend." you hear one of your friends say with a small giggle. she has your arm over her shoulder and her's snug around your waist to keep you still.

a precaution apparently, since you vaguely remember something about you wanting to take off your dumb heels and spin in the sunshine. ah it's such a nice day today.

another friend pulls your phone out of your purse and the one holding you uses her free hand to grasp your face gently so they can unlock it.

meanwhile, you're giggling like a six year old that had too much sugar.

"did you really save suna-san as; 'my pookie wookie preheat oven to 350°', with like eighty heart emojis??" the friend with your phone asks through her laughter. "no fucking way, lemme see!" your other friend urges.

even through your alcohol haze you find it in yourself to feel a bit bashful, your cheeks feeling warm.

"just call him pleaseeeee," you whine.

"okay okay."

suna as aloof and uninterested as he may seem is actually quite the devoted boyfriend. he adores you, and you know it, so it's no surprise that a short while later he pulls up where you and your friends are waiting for him.

"rinntarooo!!" you squeal, wiggling out of your friends grasp to throw your arms around him. you're so happy to see him, burying your face in his chest and grasping his broad shoulders. your boyfriend is so hot.

suna thanks your friends for caring for you while you busy yourself with trying to drown in his scent, he smells incredible.

soon you're safely in the passenger seat of his car and he leans over to fasten your seatbelt before driving you home.

he keeps one hand on the wheel while the other squeezes your thigh, something he does when he wants you to pay attention to what he's about to say.

"my poor girl," he sighs, "did you at least have fun?"

you giggle, even though nothing is funny.

"soo much fun, rin. the drinks there are reallyyyy good, they had one that tasted like happiness. let's go together sometime."

suna listens to your rambling for the rest of the ride, and even carries you up to his apartment.

"you're never going near a place with alcohol if i'm not present." he mumbles, more to himself than you, as he sets you down at the foot of his mattress.

"let's get you outta that pretty dress hm? so we can get you to sleep."

your selective hearing only picks up the first part and it makes you perk up. you glance up at suna and make what you think is your most seductive face. "ohoho if you wanted me nakedddd all you had to do was ask." you finish with a wink.

all you get in response is a pillow to the face.

"you're lucky i like you," suna says with a sigh.

and you are. you are lucky that suna likes you. likes you enough to deal with you tipsy and bring you home safe. and for that you love your suna.