hi lin, id love to see a grocery list + nanami if you’re feeling up for it 💖 i adore the way you write him!
"I think you forgot something."
You lean your hip against the kitchen counter, face turned away from Kento to conceal your grin. He's on the other side of the island where the refrigerator stands open; his quick, efficient restock slows considerably as he studies your back.
"No, I didn't." He isn't rude about it. He knows for a fact that every item on your list has been hand-picked with meticulous care because he did it himself.
You hold the little creased note up to the light and make a show of squinting at it, even reaching for your reading glasses to perch them on the end of your nose like some judicious librarian. "Mmmm, I beg to differ." You read each item aloud slowly, following the words with your index finger as Kento cuts around the corner to get a good look at the list for himself.
You start reading faster as he approaches, taking quick little steps away from him while you giggle. "No, no! Look here! See?" You point, but hold the note at arm's length. "Right between 'paper towels' and 'tomato paste'."
He's visibly skeptical and maybe a little bit amused with how cute you're being right now. He makes a swipe for the list and you yelp, jumping to sit on the counter with your arm held high out of his reach. A vague realization crosses his face for a small pocket of time, and he narrows his eyes, though his lips curl into a little smirk of his own.
"Whatever you needed isn't on that list." He moves to stand between your knees and reaches up to pluck the list from your fingers.
You howl in defeat and snatch it right back, leaning in to show him. "No! See? Right here. 'One million dollars.' Let me guess," you feign a pout, draping your arms around his shoulders. "Fresh out today."
He kisses you quick, running his hands up the length of your arms until he uncurls your fingers from around the now crumpled and torn piece of paper. Your groceries lie scattered on the counter, the fridge door stands open, and he kisses you again- a little slower this time, more deliberate. You and Kento aren't millionaires today, unfortunately. But you're rich in so many other ways.
There's always next time.
