𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
⏾ pair : Kurokawa Izana x reader
⏾ CW : domestic fluff, established relationship, reader's POV, not proof read, daily life, slow paced
⏾ a/n : hello this is my first ever fanfiction also english is not my first language, i am sorry if there are some confusing sentences, i try my best :')
summary : you and izana failed to eat out because of izakaya you two often visit closed without notice and both of you choose to have dinner date at home.
Friday evening in the mid summer of july, the sky is clear, not even little cloud hanging up there, only bright moon and stars illuminating. The ocean wind is pretty strong, sound of waves colliding back and forth heard from coastal street we traverse.
You link your finger with mine, walking forward but your eyes looking up, orchid colored eyes looking very focus, i wonder what you were thinking about? The moon or star or maybe Izakaya we visited but unfortunately closed today without any explanation?
That hanafuda earring who always hanging in your ears slightly swaying together with your silver hair from the wind, strand of hair poking your eyes making you flinch, we stopped walking, you rub your eye and blinked, then you looked at me.
"What?" You asked, i form a little smile.
"you are so cute" you tilt your head not understanding the answer i give to you, then you pinch both of my cheek.
"Izana!" I close my eyes from sudden attack, but after the pinch you change it into more gentle touch, you cup my face and your thumb caressing the sore from your pinch slowly from my cheek. I open my eyes, you look at me with the most sweetest gaze i ever know.
"I am hungry, cook me something at home"
"Say please first" i am proudly put both of my hands on my hips and slightly raise my chin but you, again, attacking me with both of your hands on my cheek until my mouth pouting like a fish.
"Ummuffu.. fuumufff..ffumuufhuu..." i close my eyes again, i cant properly speak, but you only chuckled from how i speak. "fifanaaaa...." After looking at my miserable state you release your hands.
you tilt your body to the left and said "Maybe steak and mashed potato?" I sigh "That is not how you say please, izana" you slowly getting closer, hugging me and put your forehead into mine, then close your eyes, your long eyelashes brushing a little bit to my forehead. "I will help.. with dishes... And pouring wine, remember the wine rindou give to us as our wedding gift?"
I push myself to get closer until my head resting in your chest and hugging you tighter "I suddenly have mood for pasta though.." slightly tilting my head to the side, looking at you, your eyes now staring at the sea while still hugging me.
sometimes i still feel a little bit surprised by how much you learn to act more understanding and not selfish in this relationship, even if its only a little thing like what dinner we should eat right now, you still think about my opinion. Well, you still pushing what you want first but if i still not okay with it you try to find agreement for both of us.
But the way you think, sometimes your gaze seems lonely, like right now suddenly both of us silence and sound of waves comeback to be the only thing we heard, i don't mind with the silence and the comfort i have while we are hugging each other like this, but are you really only thinking about what dinner we are gonna eat this evening?
"Steak Alfredo it is" the silence suddenly break, i push the hug and looking at your face who seems a little bit dissappointed after the push "Oh.. thats sounds good, okay we need to go to supermarket first" loving with the suggestion i walk fast forward but you only stand still.
"Wait is it the new supermarket near our apartment?"
"Yes" you paused then ask again "The big one?"
"Yes there is only one new supermarket near our apartment, izana" you close your eyes, your expression showing discomfort.
"C'mon izana we need those pasta and of course some meat" you slowly catching up to me and holding my hand, we slowly walk together.
"I don't like that supermarket"
"Why?"
"One of their cashier is so rude..." You show me what kind of attitude that cashier give it to you, lazy eyes with pouting mouth and talking fast but with low voices, making you ask twice to understand what they said.
"You don't punch them right?"
"Of course not, i am a good citizen"
"Yeah very good" i smiled with a little bit sarcasm, can't believe hearing that word from former biggest gang member in japan.
We walked for fifteen minutes and finally near the supermarket, the light beaming from it really giving contrast with other building. Entering the supermarket, inside is not that crowded, maybe because its already 8 pm and people actually already have dinner with their family, and when i look back to you, you still busy looking left and right since we enter the supermarket, just in case you meet again with that rude cashier, i think you already prepared to judging them while we pushing the cart.
Scrolling through meat section you pick anything what you see into the cart. “wait, wait izana its only both of us, that is a lot of meat you put in” you only looking at me with flat face “what if tomorrow I want more steak?” I shake my head “no” he looks offended “what do you mean no, meat is good for…” you paused for a while thinking the right word, then tilting your body to see mine behind the cart looking up and down “for your noodle hand and legs” you continue without sorry in your eyes. I gasped without a sound from your answer and smirk formed in your face.
“eh you are the one who paid anyways, maybe just this once” maybe because I am in a good mood I let you go. You smile and walk back from in front of the cart to my left then linked your hand to my hips and rest your chin up in my head.
“what kind of pasta used for alfredo pasta?” I asked while we continue to next aisle “I don’t know, the alfredo one?” you answer without care “alfredo and italian probably gonna get offended by your answer izana… ” we continue to stroll and I pick fettucine “I think this is the right one”
satisfied with what inside the cart we go to cashier and paid, fortunately you don’t see any of that rude cashier you mention earlier. Outside the supermarket the ocean breeze welcoming both of us “the wind getting stronger, lets go home quick” I said, you take the groceries into your left hand and picking mine with your right hand.
Back at our warm home, I wash my hands while you taking out the ingredient from groceries bag putting other meat into the freezer and leaving 2 sirloin meat, fettucine, and other important ingredients in the table. After that you open the balcony glass door and putting wind chimes, clinking sound from it immediately heard when the wind come in.
sound from wind chimes followed by sound of seasoned meat meeting a little bit oil in a hot pan, bubbling sound from the water and the pasta inside, sizzling butter getting thicker when parmesan and spices fused into one, and lastly tinkling utensils you put near the stove.
The pasta and steak sitting nicely in the plate while adding some garnish you take the wine and two glass from the counter, put it nicely in the table, and taking two plate I just finished into the table also.
“I think this is better than izakaya” you comment.
“yes because I am the one who cooked” i complaint. You pour the wine into my glass and then your glass.
“but you agree this is nice right?” we both clinking our glass together and drink the wine. you start swirling pasta into your fork and put it in your mouth “yep this is very nice” you comment again.
I smiled from how you enjoy the food “yeah this is nice”
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we still talk together even though the food already finished, laugh formed once a while, you rarely talk much but you listen well to my story, while you help washing the dished I followed you in the kitchen still holding the wine glass and eagerly telling my story.
You take my wine glass and wash it too, giving me sign to had enough drink tonight, “wash your face, brush your teeth, change your clothes and prepare to sleep I will catch up after I clean the table” you command and give peck into my forehead, I only give you pout clearly doesn’t like to get treated like 5 years old but my body lazily swaying to move out to bathroom.
In bed, I already slump my body facing the pillow, I hear the sigh in front of the bedroom door and you lift my body to moved into right position. You lay beside me and start covering both of us with thick blanket.
I lift my head looking at your side, don’t have energy to lift my eyelid “guh nii.. zana…” you pulled me closer “good night..”
⏾ a/n : that's it guys, hope you enjoyed it thank you for reading until this far let me know what do you think about this <3