#akimako

[ershimakise-forte]

Tonight On A Very Special Clone High

[pompopuru]

[nejishadow]

I realized after making the Shuyuu one this also fits like. Every Makoto ship so. These get to be a post in and of themselves! lol

I had to stop myself or I would've made more

[loverofpokemon]

P3-5 protagonists: I like the kind of girl with short hair that can kick my ass!

[angstyastro]

Hand holding practice for persona ships. Might do more who knows.

[nfoliage]

You infatuated dorks.

[toganeshiro]

The Day That Starts With Us

fandom: persona 5

pairing: akira kurusu/makoto niijima

rating: teen and up audiences

tags: fluff, domestic fluff, living together, implied sexual content

word count: 1807

summary: "You can stare as much as you want." He peeks from the corner of his eyes, scrutinising the pale nape with the apron string across it. He approaches her from behind and hugs her, tilting his head to the side and ghosts over her nape with his mouth. "Can I do more than just stare then?"

i. morning routine

Unlike his girlfriend, Akira doesn't need an alarm to help him wake up every morning. When the clock strikes five, he would wake up on his own. His eyes would blink a few times, a scratch to his head then a big yawn follows.

And there he is, ready for another day.

Oh wait, maybe he's not exactly ready before snuggling his sleeping queen next to him.

Then he proceeds with picking up their clothes which are scattered on the floor; thanks to Makoto finishing work earlier yesterday and both of them craving intimacy. He gets himself clothed and puts Makoto's on the end table after neatly folding them.

Their wardrobe is his next destination, Makoto's ironed uniform needs to be hung on the wardrobe handle before he goes to the bathroom.

After that, warming up curry and preparing coffee for the cafe comes together with making bento box and healthy, balanced breakfast for the two. No curry!, Makoto keeps saying, because apparently having curry everyday doesn't sit well with her health regiment despite her understanding how delicious her boyfriend's curry is.

He rubs his chin and turns his head to the clock.

It's about time.

And so he sneaks back to their bedroom, to Makoto who seems to be still enjoying her dream. He'd love to let her sleep some more on her days off, but definitely not on the weekdays.

"Makoto," he whispers softly, "Wake up, my queen."

She blinks a few times before sitting upright with half lidded eyes. It's not exactly hard for both of them to wake up in the morning, the slightest text alert can even wake both of them up in the middle of the night. They couldn't count how many times they've both woken up in the middle of the night thanks to Mishima's hang out invitation to Akira. Now Akira has learnt to put his phone on silent at night, though.

"... Mmmrning..." Sleepiness does not escape her voice; it only makes it sound like she's mumbling in her sleep. A yawn escapes her as she walks slowly to the bathroom, eyes closed―vision is unneeded for navigation as she already has the layout of the room on the back of his head.

Akira loves mornings solely for this sight; sleepy Makoto, not awake enough to realise she is barely dressed, showing off the kiss marks he left last night, dragging her feet to the bathroom with her hair all tangled.

read the rest of the fanfic here: fanfiction | ao3

[raconteurreaper]

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