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♡ Kenma as a boyfriend ♡
Kenma who only trusts you to bleach his hair. He doesn't like to go to professional salon because it's expensive for nothing. Why would he pay more when he can have the same result with a much better company?
Kenma who asks for your opinion on his merch and gives you all the first sample. He knows you'd buy it anyway and he doesn't want you to spend money for this when he can get them free.
Kenma who plays rock-paper-scissor with you to know who is gonna choose the take out place tonight.
Kenma who's favorite way to spend an afternoon is playing games with you near him while you stroke your cat's furr.
Kenma who baby talk to your cat when you're not here (you actually saw him once but never brought it up, fearing he might stop if he knew you knew).
Kenma who's favorite skin-to-skin contact is holding hands with you. He caresses your skin when he needs to ground himself, squeezes it randomly and tug at it when he wants to catch your attention.
Kenma who lighlty snores in his sleep and it's the cutest thing you've ever heard.
Kenma whose ears turns red when he's embarassed.
Kenma who's still pleasantly surprised when you kiss him. It's like he realizes that, yes, he has a partner and receives affection on a daily basis now.
Kenma who, every once in the blue moon, craves your presence and traps you between the mattress and his body. He snuggles into the crook of your neck and kisses it gently, refusing to let you go.
Kenma who, the day after, denies his behavior and tells you "you imagined it, babe. I'd never do this, you should know it."
Kenma who won't admit it but keeps all the fan-edits he stumbles on in his mentions and smiles softly when his eyes scan the comments and finds some "they look so cool together!" "If you don't stan them, what are waiting for? 🤨" or "damn, when will i find a love like they have?"
Kenma who didn't think he'd ever find someone he'd love this much and yet here he is, stroking your cheek as you sleep soundly next to him, love threatening to spills from his heart.
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Dimples and Laughter
Description: Sakusa has dimples. That’s it. This is what we are talking about today.
Disclaimer: I saw a post with something similar to this where they talked about Sakusa having dimples and I forgot who did it so when I find it, I’ll tag them. Just know that’s my inspiration for this. Anyways, enjoy my first post!
Genre: Fluff, sorta marriage and parenting au, drabble, slice of life,
Character Pairing: Timeskip Sakusa x Reader + your nine month old daughter, Rina
Warnings: none (unless babies count as a trigger warning lmao I’m really sorry), SAPPY AND ROMANTIC AF
A/N: I’m so obsessed with him
Word Count: 1.5k words
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You roll over to your side, groaning as the sun’s rays penetrate through your eyelids, stirring from your restful slumber. You reach to feel the side of the bed where Kiyoomi normally sleeps, the sheets now cool to the touch from abandonment. You sigh into his pillow, the subtle scent of his cologne wafting into your nose. You want to stay there forever, but most of all, you want his strong arms thrown around your waist, burying into his toned chest, the warmth emanating off his frame in waves and warming your body.
You feel yourself growing bored without his presence. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, trudging to the bathroom and turn the nob in the shower to get the hot water running. You throw your clothes into the hamper before hopping in. After showering, you grab some clothes from your closet and slip on a pair of sweats and t-shirt before tying up your damp hair. As you walk down the hall to begin breakfast, a fit of muffled laughter comes from behind a cracked door of the nursery.
Curiosity bubbles inside your chest and you tiptoe closer, leaning against the cool wood. Peeking through the small crack, the sight of your husband sitting on the sparkling clean floor, playing with your daughter, appears. A smile creeps onto your face as he holds her and lifts her up into the air and pulls her back down onto his lap. Her squeals of laughter fills your ears and Kiyoomi can’t hold back a deep chuckle, gentle and fluid, a flash of a smile flickers through his quiet laugh. Your eyes scan his handsome face, the beautiful head of curly, dark locks, obsidian eyes, his defined jawline, and the two moles above his right eyebrow only accentuates his beauty.
You continued to watch your husband play with your daughter as another squeal of laughter falls from her lips. Slowly, but surely, the small, fond smile grows into a grin, full of genuine joy, and stretched ear to ear.
His smiles were infrequent. Occasionally, you will receive a smirk or a lipped smile that shows the tiniest indent of dimples, but other than that, Kiyoomi Sakusa rarely smiled.
Your breath hitches, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s grinning. Out of four years of dating, three years of marriage and almost a year with a child, you had never seen him beam with pure happiness until now. The dimples hidden behind his calm, nonchalant expression emerge. He has dimples, the indents on his cheeks so prominent that you are tempted to stick skittles in them and convinced that they will stay.
Understanding the rarity of this small moment, you stand there, lingering by the door and taking in every second that brilliant smile is on his face. The last thing you wanted was forget the smile that brought out the divots in his cheeks. It was like falling in love with him all over again, the feeling strangely familar, yet still foreign. Your mind spaces out, your heart swells with love, threatening to burst through your chest because your poor heart can’t take it. How is it possible that you can fall in love with him more than you already were?
He’s difficult to read under his calm and collected demeanor. Everything is out of the blue with him, but he never fails to make you fall for his beautiful unpredictabilities. When he kisses your forehead through his mask after coming home, showering immediately and once he does, his lips will always be found on yours; when he mutters, “thank you, love,” when you hand him a cup of coffee or tea; when he purposely places your favorite mug on the top shelf of the cabinet so you have to ask him to grab it for you and he gets the chance to kiss your shoulder or cheek and hug you from behind; when you catch him staring at you and he doesn’t look away, he has a fond look of awe in his eyes, unwavering, and heat rushes up your face.
The unpredictability of Kiyoomi only makes you hopelessly fall in love with him. It never fails to make your stomach flip at the small acts of affection he gives you, undeniable adoration he shows to you and to you only. It hits you when you least expect it and it's a wonderful surprise that renders you tongue-tied and you try to say the words, but your mind is in too much of a jumbled mess that they don’t fall past your throat. It was moments like these that left you star-struck and utterly speechless. You swear he’s going to be the death of you.
You decide to finally make your presence known. You nudge the door open, careful not to disturb their peace.
“Good morning, Kiyoomi,” you whisper as you gently shut the door behind you.
He lifts his head at your voice, a flicker of a smile still teasing his lips when he finally lets his face relax. “Good morning, darling.” The pet name always sends tingles across your body, making your toes curl and your heart ache.
Your daughter is still paying attention to him, her arms making motions in the air, trying to get his attention so he can lift her again. He obliges and the sweet ring of hysteric giggles fill the room once again.
You sit down next to him, your daughter’s large eyes on you now as Kiyoomi set her back down on his lap, his large hands holding her gently and rubbing her back in soothing patterns. His practicality and carefulness made parenthood look good on him.
“Good morning, Rina,” you say sweetly as you stroke the dark bunch of hair she inherited from her father.
She babbles as if trying to come up with a construction of sentences. You place a few kisses on her head, smiling at her nonsense words. Out of the corner of your eye, Kiyoomi lets his face break into a fond smile. You smile even wider.
“It seems to me that you have been using her as a dumbbell to workout,” you joke. He has been taking more days off to help you raise your daughter and she has grown even more fond of him.
He quirks an amused eyebrow. “She isn’t heavy enough to be a weight.”
You roll your eyes. “I know that.” You hadn’t forgotten his taut, muscular figure, toned with muscle and minimal fat.
“Have you eaten anything yet?” You ask as your thumb creates circles on his forearm, coiled with veins and tendons.
He shakes his head. “No.”
“I’ll start breakfast right now.” You start to stand up, but his calloused hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back.
“Can I have a kiss?” He asks gingerly, his hand caressing your jaw. It was adorable when he asked for affection and it wasn’t often when he asked.
You give him more than just a kiss. You lean in, your hand rests on his shoulder and kisses him a few times. Each time you pull away, you smile against his lips as you lean in for another one.
“I love you.” The declaration of love whispered against his lips as you placed another kiss there to seal it, let it seep into his skin, make it known to him you meant every word.
“I love you, too,” he murmurs, his thumb cradling your cheek.
You break your loving gaze from your husband to your daughter, her eyes wide as she stares at the both of you, mouth slightly agape as her brain tries to register the tender action her parents just shared. Kiyoomi’s ears are brushed with a pink tinge. Still blushing after almost being together for almost ten years? You want to say, but you bite your lip to prevent them from falling.
You laugh, light and airy as you kiss her forehead. “And I love you, Rina.”
You lift yourself from the floor, walking to the door and closing it behind. You try your best to suppress the stupid grin on your face, but fail miserably. You walk to the kitchen to make yourself coffee. You open the cabinet to get your mug and realize Kiyoomi put it on the top shelf once again. Attempting to get the mug yourself is a lost cause because he absolutely forbids it in the case you might hurt yourself.
You smile, but it falls from your face when your jaw begins to tense, letting you know you have been smiling so much to the point it hurts. Instead, you just let your lips tug at the ends.
You fervently wish he never stops surprising you. Routine is a part of Kiyoomi’s lifestyle and he enjoys the familiarity and repetition; it brings him comfort. It is easier for him to follow a paved road than a gravel path. How much of a surprise it was for him to include you into his routine and take the beaten path instead so he can see the flowers while walking side by side with you.
Repetition and changeability contrasts with each other like black and white, yin and yang, like the cherry blossom petals dancing in the spring air and the autumn leaves floating in the cool fall breeze, but when they are put together, it creates something beautiful and Kiyoomi is the embodiment of that strange yet beautiful combination.