Could I maybe ask for a little self indulgence and get some Rohan and S/O date fluff? Any way you want to do it is totally fine! 💕
A/N: I made a little scenario for this request. I hope you like it!
Sunrise | Rohan x Reader
Sometimes it’s hard to tell when you and Rohan are on an actual date or not. He has a tendency to drag people along for strange adventures, and his dates have a similar feeling. After dating him for a few months, though, you’ve gotten pretty good at telling when he’s in a romantic mood.
Today is one of those days. Rohan knocks on your door at an ungodly hour of the morning and tells you to get dressed. He follows you inside and picks out your outfit, helping you pull a comfy sweater over your head.
“Come on, we don’t have much time,” he says, leading you outside. He takes his motorcycle helmet and puts it on your head, carefully adjusting the strap under your chin. You mount the motorcycle after he does, placing your arms around his waist.
You close your eyes for most of the ride, enjoying the warmth of Rohan’s back. When you finally arrive at your destination, he pats your leg and tells you to get up. You don’t want to move away from him, but when you open your eyes, you see why he had dragged you out of bed so early in the morning.
The sun is just beginning to rise over the ocean, casting a heavenly orange-pink glow over the dark water. You stand up on shaky legs and remove the helmet.
“Rohan, this is…” You search for the right words. This is quite a grand gesture, from somebody who isn’t used to openly showing his love. Your face feels warm, despite the chilly weather. You glance over at Rohan, just in time to see him shove a small sketchbook into his pocket.
You can’t help but feel a little crestfallen. “Oh,” you mutter. “So, you just came out here to draw the sunrise?”
“What? No, of course not.” He crosses his arms and looks away, leaning against the seat of the motorcycle.
“Then what were you drawing?”
His cheeks flush bright pink. You can barely hear it when he answers, “You.”
Now it’s your turn to blush. You don’t like to pry, but now you’re curious. “Can… can I see it?”
Rohan sighs and pulls the sketchbook out of his pocket, handing it to you without meeting your eyes. You flip it open to find a handful of pages containing sketches of you. They’re all labeled in Rohan’s nigh-unreadable cursive on the back, stating what you were doing when he drew you: Seeing the monkeys at Morioh Zoo. Eating favorite ice cream. Laughing at a TV show.
Rohan, who was normally so brash, stumbled over his words: “I just… I like to see you happy. Is that weird?”
You laughed and threw your arms around him. “Of course not!”
“Good to know.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you closer.
