𐙚 constantly asking you how you're doing. this man will never leave you alone even if he's not with you, he's always messaging you when he's on break asking you if you need anything.
𐙚 counting down days since your last menstruation. (if you're a fem!!) he'll know you have your period before you even do, you're gonna wake up with him beside you holding up a hot compress to your stomach and a big ass bag of snacks on your bedside table.
𐙚 naming his plushies after you. whenever he'd get plushies that resemble you even the slightest he'll name them after you, wether that's your actual name or a nickname he came up with. for example, recently he got a bread plushie with blushy cheeks and round eyes and when you finally came over, he introduced it to you and when you asked it's name, he said yours. 🫠
𐙚 leaving portions of food for you. even if he's not even in the same country as you, it became a habit for him to leave you some food, like when he found the ice cream you've been wanting to try for a while now, he bought it and barely ate any for himself and left the rest for you.
𐙚 constantly asking you "do you want it?". you could simply just be looking at something and within seconds he'd go "do you want it?"
💭 SYNOPSIS. spending time with your boyfriend of five years, murata fuma, planning out your future together. describing what your house would look like, and possibly what your kids would look like, how you would never loose connection with him and how you'd always love him.
💭 WORD COUNT. 667
💭 GENRE & CONTAINING. fluff & crack, you live together, reader is the same age as fuma, most of this is just talking, but no warnings, just you and fuma in front of the fireplace <3
💭 AUTHOR'S NOTE. this work belongs to the Lover! series (2/9). this is my first fuma fic in a whilee since my hiatus!!🥹 hope you enjoy this. ♡︎
You walked up to fuma, who was sitting on the small sofa that he had just now dragged in front of the fireplace for the both of you.
You sat down next to him, handing him a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows while you drank yours. It was times like these in winter that you felt bad for him, he got cold easily, even just from air conditioning. Right now, he was sitting beside you, trying to get as warm as possible, layered in a bunch of clothes and a robe.
You reach out your free hand and start petting his hair. "I know you're cold right now, but I really love the decorations we put up this year."
He smiled, turning his head to you. "Me too. I think this is the best and most we've ever decorated after 5 years."
"We can leave the the christmas lights up 'til january. I really like them." you say.
"That's fine. There's no written rule that we can't do that. This is our place, we make rules. "
"I always imagine what it would be like if we had kids and a bigger home; imagine decorating with them for christmas! I would absolutely love to." you say, in an attempt to get him to think of something else aside from the temperature.
He smiles, glad that you see a future with him. "I imagine that too! Imagine how our kids would look like."
"Oh, they would look great. With me and you as their mix? The only way they'd look bad is if you cheat on me."
"Woah! what a way to turn this around." he laughs.
"I'm kidding. But seriously, I see the rest of my life with you." you say, genuinely; feeling and meaning every word.
"Glad you do; I've kinda planned my whole future with you." he confesses. "Good. I didn't really have anything else pictured in my mind."
He moves closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder while the other holds his hot chocolate. "I love spending time with you like this."
"Me too." you say, leaning your head on his shoulder.
"How do you picture our wedding?" you ask out of curiosity.
"Why?"
"Because, I need to know if we're picturing the same thing here. I don't want you thinking I'd have a wedding with neon orange as the color."
"I don't know what you're picturing, but I'm definitely not picturing that. I'm thinking of a natural light green, don't you think?"
"That sounds nice.. either way, my dress is gonna be white."
"I think white looks great on you."
"Everything looks great on me."
"You're right, sorry."
"I always am." you say before you both laugh lightly.
"But seriously, I think white looks great on you, it compliments your features." you listen to him say before looking up at him. "Really?"
"Yea," he shrugs. "You know that one white top you always wear? You look beautiful in it. Well, you always do, but white really suits you, like it was made for you or something. So, I think you should wear white.
"Wow, so much planning mr. murata, you haven't even proposed yet."
"Hey I'm working on it! I don't wanna propose with a random ring. Just you wait, I'm gonna get you the ring you've been on about for 5 years now."
"You don't have to, you know. I'd be glad with a paper ring as long as it's from you."
"I know that, you don't ask for much but.. I wanna give you what you deserve. The past 5 years with you, you've made my life feel like a movie and you've always been there for me." he looks away as he finishes his sentence, too shy to look directly at you.
You kiss his cheek, making him jerk his head back to your direction, you take advantage of this and kiss his lips. "I'll always be here for you, okay? I love you." you look him straight into his eyes. "I love you too."
{12:30 AM} fuma running his fingers through your hair as he plays Pokémon next to you, you half asleep as your mind only thought of fuma, and him just mindlessly talking to you. falling asleep only with the scent of him, just only knowing fuma, you dreamed of him peacefully, and he never left your side.
(a/n: one year!!! of fuma!!! biasing fuma!!! I'll have another for my ult day... probably a long essay for ni-ki too around that time but ahh!!!)
If your request are still opened..I was wondering if I could get a jealous Fuma?
jealous! fuma is...a beast, for lack of better words. hands holding onto your thighs, pulling you onto his lap. "you're mine, precious.", hickeys lining every area of your neck the second you're in private, pointing out parts of your body and making you repeat that they're his. either way, you'll regret making him jealous, even if you do find it hot.
fuma looked at you under the night sky, you both laid out on the beach on a picnic blanket as the clock reached closer and closer to midnight. it was a birthday picnic, both of you happy to have time to spend it together, the sound of cicadas and beach waves, serene and just basking in each other's presence. he looked at you and kissed you softly, a small "happy birthday, angel" leaving his lips as the clock reset to 00:00.
"hey, love, bad day?" you shook your head yes, fuma just getting home from practice a few minutes ago to see you laying on one of his hoodies. after pulling you onto his lap and having you lay on his chest. "tell me about it, if you want." his voice felt pleasant in your ears, the way it sounded comfortable as you were pressed against his chest. "no thank you." "okay baby, tell me if it changes." you ended up falling asleep to his heartbeat within the next 20 minutes, broad shoulders protecting you well.
