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category: inarizaki

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subject: when you’re stressed and busy ☄️

preview: find out how your hq boy treats you when you’ve got a lot on your plate. label: fluff size: 0.62mb

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when you’re stressed and busy

sender: miya osamu <[email protected]> sent: friday, january 15, 2021 10:17pm recipient: gender neutral reader <y/[email protected]> preview: find out how your hq boy treats you when you’ve got a lot on your plate. label: fluff

you know when you’re stressed so you forget to take care of yourself? no sleep, no food, no water? yeah, not on his watch. there is no way he’s going to let you live off of caffeine for the next few days. it’s bad enough that you can’t eat proper meals.

are you even surprised he supports you through feeding you? you know his middle name is subtle and his love language, food.

he’ll be a bit upset that you can’t eat together but he knows how precious time is when you’re trying to catch deadlines so he won’t force you to eat at the table, nor will he let you know he’s sad about it. he’s perceptive, and he knows that you will feel guilty if you find out he’s getting lonely during lunch.

there’s a bowl of food that appears on your study table like clockwork. it’s there for breakfast, lunch, dinner! yes, even late night snacks! the bowls disappear after you finish eating, too! you’re a spoiled baby.

he pours a lot of effort in them. he looked up recipes that won’t make you feel sleepy and sluggish, and the best things about them? they’re easy to eat! mr. onigiri is serving you nutritious meals that look like delicious hors d’oeuvres, so you don’t have to pick between eating and working.

he places a tall jug of water on the floor beside your table, too. he’s doesn’t put it on the table to avoid spilling accidents (he remembers the last time you cried because you spilled water on your notes.) and as you’re about to take a sip from the bottle, you notice that it doesn’t look like it ever runs out. didn’t you just drink half of it? why is it full again?

there’s also he a small thermos of hot coffee placed conveniently near you. you later learn that it’s refilled every 12 hours, no more no less, because he doesn’t want you to drink too much and suffer palpitations.

samu also does his best to be quiet while cooking and doing the dishes. he doesn’t even talk to you. not that that’s much of an effort on his part, but the only interactions you have with him during crunch time is when you have the time to look up at him as he puts down food on your table.

you’re finally making some real progress on your requirements, and you decide to take a short break to rest your eyes. you’ve been staring at the document for hours, you deserve it. you close your eyes and massage them for a bit, hoping you don’t get too sleepy before you finish. when you open your eyes, you notice osamu leaning down to place a bowl of tamago and salmon onigiris and a small fruit bowl on the table.

you didn’t think it was possible to fall more in love with him, but as you glance up at your boyfriend of several years.... he just proves you wrong. you smile his way and kiss his cheek before picking up rice ball and taking a bite. you fully expect the pleasant burst of flavors in your mouth. your man never disappoints, and you don’t think he’s going to start now, not when he’s making his specialty.

“thank you samu!” you whisper after chewing and swallowing the bite-sized ball.

he smiles lazily at you and murmurs “good luck with that baby.” before kissing your temple. he stands to go back to the kitchen, but before he leaves, he turn to you and says “i’ll cook curry omurice for ya tomorrow and we’ll eat together if ya finish early and get some sleep tonight, yeah?”

you nod, motivated to get your work done as soon as possible.

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just you, me and this godzilla keychain

sender: iwaizumi hajime <[email protected]> sent: saturday, september 12, 2020 12:44am recipient: gender neutral reader <y/[email protected]> preview: iwaizumi wants you to move in with him and he knows just how to convince you. label: fluff

“so....” iwaizumi says slowly as he raises his hands to your eye level.

“so?” you look up and see a chibi godzilla keychain bearing two keys hanging on his forefinger. “is that mine?”

he looks at you and nods before shifting his eyes away. his ears are pink at the tips — something you know only happens when he’s embarrassed.

“alright! I’ll come visit often, then.” you flash him a smile, reaching out your hand to take the keys, but before you do-

“you know what I mean.” he says as he brings his hand above your head, preventing you from taking it.

you did know what he meant; have been suspicious he had been dropping hints about it since he moved in a few weeks ago. finding several bedroom closets bare during your last visit just cemented what you already knew. and while you love your boyfriend quite a lot, you just couldn’t resist teasing him a little.

“i thought you moved out because you didn’t want roommates.”

“not if it’s you.” he leans on the hand he put on the counter; the action drawing your eyes to his strong muscular arms. you still don’t know how you got this lucky.

“oh?” you say, still mesmerized by him. he notices this and considers this an opening to push his domestic agenda.

“i’ll give you free reign over my shirts and jackets.”

“like you’re not going to benefit from that?”

he chuckles, amused by how well you knew him. after all, the old jerseys tucked in your bottom left drawer weren’t just there for impromptu sleepovers. anyone who cared to (well more like was allowed to, since he was a very private person) look at his homescreen would know who he preferred wearing his clothes.

“i’ll take out the trash.”

“haji, baby, you need to do more than that if you’re going to convince me.” you say, knowing he’d never let you do that yourself anyway.

you smile when he playfully growls, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer until you were leaning on his chest. he kisses you along your hairline before replying.

“i’ll always run you a hot bath when you get home, and i’ll give you massages often.”

“i’m listening.” you say in a teasing voice.

his warm breathe tickles your ear when he leans down and softly says: “i’ll always keep the fridge stocked with ice cream.”

“you don’t even like ice cream.” he doesn’t. he says he prefers whatever abomination you make in the kitchen when you have time to try your hand at baking.

“but you do.” he says simply, knowing he’s absolutely right. your boyfriend could not only recite all your favorite flavors in his sleep, he also knew where to buy all of them — even the most peculiar ones.

it becomes quiet after that, both of you enjoying each other’s presence after a long day. you lean into him a bit more, burying your face in his chest, a small smile on your lips as you inhale his comforting scent. in truth, your mind had been made up even before he asked. so you decide to give him a break.

“okay.” you whisper in a voice so small, he was sure he would have missed it if he wasn’t anxiously waiting for it.

“okay?” he says as he leans back a little to search your face for confirmation. a hopeful gleam in his eyes and a light blush on his cheeks.

“okay, i’ll move in with you.” you look up into his eyes smiling as you say the words he’d been waiting for. oh but he was downright adorable like this, maybe just a little bit more. “unless that’s not wha—”

“yes! i mean no!” he interrupts, face flushed as he looks at you.

“well, which one is it big guy?”

“yes, that’s what i wanted.” flashing you a smile.

you watch his face morph from pleasant surprise into unadulterated joy as he takes your face in his hands. he leans down giving you a chaste kiss on the lips before he snuggles into your neck, hugging you impossibly closer as if you were going to run away from him.

unlikely.

impossible, even.

you felt so privileged seeing your normally stoic boyfriend so sweet and unguarded. to think you’d be getting more in just a few weeks time? you couldn’t wait!

“you won’t regret it!” he says as you run your hands through his spiky brown hair. You can’t help but smile.

no, you don’t think you ever will

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