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[kissren]

boyfriend!nerdjo headcannons fluff

boyfriend!nerdjo who loves when you leave little traces of yourself on him. lipstick on his cheeks, forehead, nose or lips. your perfume lingering on his clothes and bed. your hair tie always around his wrist. it makes him feel like you’re there with him, even when you aren’t physically.

boyfriend!nerdjo who remembers the little things about you. like the weather you like the most, your childhood pets name, why you prefer to sleep with a plushie toy. you'll forget ever mentioning it, but he won't.

boyfriend!nerdjo who when you play a game he's very good at, with him and somehow beat him. he will pretend he doesn't care and is happy that you won, but will end up googling all kinds of strategies at 3am just so it never happens again.

boyfriend!nerdjo who keeps every single thing you’ve given him, even little things like sticky notes, meaningless doodles and paper drafts. they’re somewhere in his room, not scattered but placed with thought.

boyfriend!nerdjo who has pictures of you all over his room, a picture of you and him on his desk, besides his computer. small pictures of you above his bed. pictures of just you, and you with him in a photo album in his desk drawer. a picture of you and him on his nightstand that he looks at right after waking up, and right before going to bed every night.

boyfriend!nerdjo who studies your habits carefully. he notices when you’re feeling a certain way and will know if you’re lying. he’s just thoughtful and smart like that.

boyfriend!nerdjo who notices when you’re upset and immediately hugs you. asks you what’s bothering you, and then brings you to his bed. wrapping his arms more comfortably around you and spooning you with his body.

“my baby, please don’t cry.” satoru says softly, brushing away the tears that are falling down your cheeks. he leans in, pecking you on your lips while you calm down in his embrace. “everything’s alright, honey. i’m here.” and he always manages to make you feel better.

boyfriend!nerdjo who gets distracted so easily by you, that when he’s talking about something he suddenly starts blushing and stuttering. you just look so beautiful he can’t handle it. he looks away, while you tease him about it.

boyfriend!nerdjo who can’t believe he has a girlfriend... a friend who actually listens to him. you seem so interested and you actually ask questions. he doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he will always be grateful.

heh im proud of this sm i hope u guys enjoy :)

[kissren]

satoru comes home frustrated and all he needs is his girlfriend.

satoru was already having the worst day imaginable.

he woke up late, spilled coffee on his shirt before the clock even went past twelve in the morning. his phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and by the time he finally got done with work, he was convinced the universe wanted to make him miserable.

all he wanted was to go home. all he wanted was you.

he unlocks the front door to the apartment with a sigh, already preparing himself to complain dramatically in the satoru way, the moment he sees you.

“god-..baby you’re not gonna bel-“ the words die in his throat as he stops in his tracks. there you were. curled on the coach, in his shirt, looking so beautiful and comfortable.

his chest tightened and he felt relieved. his expression softens as he closes the door behind him. shrugging off his coat, hanging it, quickly taking off his shoes as well.

you look up at him the moment he starts walking towards you. “toru! baby you’re home.” you smile opening your arms for him to hug.

he leans down immediately, falling in between your legs, his hands tightening around you, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“toru?” you laugh softly, wrapping your arms around him more comfortably.

“don’t.”

“don’t what?” you ask confused, with a soft smile on your face.

“be cute right now.”

you giggle. “im just sitting here.”

he pouts like a child. “exactly.” his grip tightens. “that’s the problem.”

you smile and run your fingers through his soft white locks. it’s much softer than it looks. he practically melts in your embrace. “bad day?” you ask quietly.

“the worst.” he lifts his head to look at you. “spilled my coffee,” he frowns, “almost drove into a curb.” he furrows his brows at you when he sees you fighting back a smile. “is my suffering funny to you, hm?”

you finally laugh. “sorry, baby.”

“unbelievable.” he shakes his head dramatically and feigns offence. “i come home traumatized, hoping for support and comfort… and this is what i get?”

you giggle, “traumatized?”

he groans. “nobody takes me seriously.” despite his complaining, his arms tighten around your waist. you feel him relax a little more the longer he stays in your arms.

you smile softly and continue playing with his hair. almost immediately his eyes flutter shut. “there he is.” you mumble.

“hm?” he hums.

you smile, brushing a few strands of his beautiful white hair away from his eyes. “my satoru.”

he peeks one eye open. “your satoru?”

you nod. “mhm. all mine.”

a sleep smile tugs at his lips. “i like the sound of that.” for once, he isn’t being dramatic. or teasing. he just looks at you with that soft expression he saves for nobody but you. his hand finds yous, intertwining your fingers together.

“today sucked.” he admits quietly.

“i know, baby.” you lean down and press a kiss on his head.

“coming home to you fixes all my problems. i love you.” he says it so sincerely that your heart breaks.

you melt instantly. “i love you too, my baby.”

“don’t go anywhere.”

you smile. “wasn’t planning to.”

“good.” he sighs and closes his eyes again, laying against you ever so comfortably. and within the minutes, the frustration the day gave him, is completely forgotten. replaced by the comfort of your arms around him, your body against his.

ugh i tried my best guys pls I hope u like this :)