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i would like to tell mattsun that even if he is built like an asparagus and has early onset arthritis loving him has been okay i guess

picture this:

"say," he starts. "on a scale of one to ten if you were to rate how much you enjoyed loving me how would you rate--"

"a solid four," you blink. "maybe a 4 and a half on a good day," you later add with a snicker.

beside you, issei leans over to grab a pocky stick from the box in your hands. "bold of you to say shit like that as if i'm not the literal love of your life."

rolling your eyes, you turn to him after grabbing two, and make a show of biting into the biscuit as you huff. "you learned what the word literally means and have been using it wrong in just about every scenario i hope you know that."

"maybe," he shrugs, smiling in the way he savors the taste of matcha on his tongue. "but it gets your attention doesn't it?"

you nod your head, mildly impressed. "point taken."

the both of you delight in the silence offered, before issei smiles towards you, offering his words to tide over the peace in the matter. "i know you love me though," he says.

"bold of you to assume stuff like that," you laugh, but don't say anything more to argue with him. "but i'd give you a solid eight," you nod, after giving it a three second consideration.

"an eight," issei deadpans, like your words even do so much as wound him. "that's an awfully average score."

"when has our love ever been more than average?" you retort with a solid laugh. "from my point of view, eight's a pretty solid number, you know?"

"you're built like a fucking asparagus, and you complain about your joints every two seconds, but--"

"you love me," he adds, cutting you off. "you give me shark facts that i could have gone the rest of my life not knowing but--"

"--you love me the same," you finish, cutting him off as you mimic his smile.

leaning forward, issei just barely hovers over your lips as he smirks, saying, "somehow that eight feels like a ten though."

you smirk, holding his stare. "on a good day, maybe."