Pairing: Maki (&TEAM) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: None, just pure fluff! :3
Synopsis: Some nights were made to be spent in oversized sweaters, tangled limbs, and the soft glow of movie screens. Your boyfriend, Maki, is the type to bring the chaos of sunshine into your dimly lit living room, turning an ordinary evening into something unforgettable. He’s loud, loving, and yours—utterly and undeniably.
The sound of the front door clicking shut echoes softly through the apartment as you shuffle back into the living room, two mugs of hot chocolate carefully balanced in your hands. Maki’s sprawled across the floor, tangled in way too many blankets and pillows, brows furrowed as he tries to tape together the roof of your makeshift fort.
“Baby, look!” he calls, arms wide and grin even wider. “A fort fit for a queen and her very hot, very talented boyfriend.”
“You’re taking this architecture thing very seriously,” you tease, nudging his side with your socked foot.
He gasps dramatically, looking up at you with a grin. “Excuse me, this is a highly sophisticated structural project. You wouldn’t get it.”
You place the mugs down on the coffee table and plop beside him, eyeing the lopsided pillow roof skeptically. “Yeah, sure, Mr. Engineer. Pretty sure it’s one sneeze away from the collapse.”
Maki turns toward you, eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re just jealous of my brilliance.”
“Right. So brilliant you’ve been fighting with a blanket for the past twenty minutes.”
He leans in suddenly, close enough for your noses to nearly touch. “Say that again, baby.”
Your breath catches slightly at the way his voice drops, the smile still tugging at his lips. “I said... you’re doing amazing, babe.”
He laughs, pulling you into his lap. “That’s what I thought.”
You stifle a laugh as you tap his arm. “But..I think it’s lopsided.”
“Baby, it’s abstract,” he says, tugging you closer by the hem of your hoodie. “Like love. Like me.”
You melt into him easily, his arms wrapping around his waist, your cheek pressed against his chest. He smells like clean laundry and hot chocolate, his warmth seeping through the oversized hoodie you stole from his closet earlier.
With the fort finally secured (after some excessive taping and very questionable knots), the two of you crawl inside, settling into a pile of softness. The TV flickers to life, playing the opening credits of a Studio Ghibli film—your pick. He doesn’t even pretend to protest.
Halfway through the movie, Maki starts playing with your hair absentmindedly, twirling strands around his fingers while you rest your head in the crook of his neck. His thumb brushes slow circles over your shoulder.
“I'm multifunctional,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Boyfriend. Heater. Engineer. Poete. Human pillow.”
“You forgot snack thief.”
“I prefer 'popcorn guardian'.”
You smile and tilt your head up slightly, he catches your mouth in a kiss so tender it steals your breath—not rushed, not eager, just full of warmth and quiet love. His thumb rests at the edge of your jaw, and when he pulls back, it’s only to kiss you again, this time a little deeper, like he’s savoring every second.
He hums, warm and low, before trailing another soft kiss to your cheek. Then another. And another.
“Maki,” you laugh, squirming gently as he peppers your face with kisses like a kid who just discovered affection. “You’re gonna smother me.”
“Good,” he says, grinning against your skin. “I’m your boyfriend, it’s literally my job to kiss you stupid.”
You roll your eyes but don’t stop him. Not when he finally presses a lingering kiss to your lips—gentle, slow, and just right.
You giggle, turning slightly so your arm wraps around him. “You’re my favorite human pillow, you know.”
Maki hums, content. “You’re my favorite everything.”
You smile against his skin. “Just figuring that out now?”
“Nah. Just reminding you.”
You snort. “And also, you're the clingiest pillow.”
He gasps again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bold of you to insult the man keeping you warm.”
You tilt your head back, eyes meeting his. “Bold of you to assume I need you to keep me warm.”
He narrows his eyes playfully. “You wound me, sweetheart.”
Maki rolls his eyes before smirking. Then, he leans in, brushing a kiss over the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours. “You make everything better, you know that?”
Your fingers tighten slightly around his hoodie. "You’re not so bad yourself."
“Shut up, I better not be,” he grins. “I’m your boyfriend. That’s a full-time job, and I’m killing it.”
“With all the professionalism of a man who just duct-taped a pillow to a chair.”
He laughs again, the sound vibrating in your chest. “Don’t hate the artist, babe.”
Another movie rolls on, but neither of you are really watching now. You trade soft kisses, tangled fingers, sleepy smiles. The comfort wraps around you both like the blankets covering your limbs. Maki’s attention flickers between the screen and the way your eyelashes flutter as you try not to fall asleep. He shifts, brushing his thumb across your cheek, and whispers, “You’re gonna fall asleep again before the movie ends, aren’t you?”
“No,” you lie, voice already drowsy.
You poke his side lazily. “You love it.”
“Of course I do. It means I get to hold you longer.”
Neither of you says a word, but the peace says everything.
The credits start to roll, Maki’s hand still resting on your waist, thumb brushing gentle strokes through your shirt. Your forehead is tucked under his chin, and his heartbeat thumps steady beneath your ear.
Eventually, your breathing slows, your hand still resting against his chest. He tucks the blanket tighter around the both of you, carefully so he doesn’t wake you. Then he sighs, leaning his head back against the pillows, eyes on you instead of the screen.
And just before sleep pulls you under, you feel his lips at your temple, hear his soft whisper— “Night, baby. Love you.”
And you smile, because you do too.
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