Hiromi Higuruma
summary: it’s early and your husband’s too tired to do his morning routine
tone: sfw, babying, praise, hubby Higuruma
The morning after an excruciating day at work, Higuruma’s 13th reason why. There wasn’t much time between coming home and him in bed so he woke up disheveled and mindset in disarray.
You had a feeling this was one of those days so you made sure to call up his job and let them know he’d be getting there late in advance so he could have a couple more hours to sort his bearings.
Reluctant to even wake up the man sprawled out in bed, you shook Higuruma gently. His grumble, more like roar, was proof he wouldn’t be in much of a good mood; but you’re determined to prepare him well for work.
5 minutes of hesitant shakes and he’s finally sitting up but staring at the walls of you guys’s place.
“If you don’t wake up now, I won’t have time to buy Shipley’s before dropping you off.” was all you said for Higuruma to slowly arise and allow you to guide him to the restroom like a child.
You flicked on the lights, making his eyes strain and hit the faucet on. Staring at himself through the mirror, you peeked at him as well and saw that he was well due for a shave. Higuruma rubbed his eyes while you shuffled through the cabinets for his shaving cream and razor, failing to find the first item and leading to him having to grab it out the mirror cabinet himself.
Your fingers brushed over his when he handed it over, dozing off almost. “I can do this…” you mumbled closely when in reality you had a very vague idea of how a man shaves his beard. You guided him by his sides and sat him down on the toilet seat anyway and mentally prepared yourself. You stood between his manspread thighs while his head hung back against the wall behind him.
First, you got your hands a little moist and applied the water to his thin beard. You paved it down to make it straighter, easier to glide through with the razor.
Next, Higuruma’s eyes wondered until you began shaking the can well then applying it to the wet beard. He sat up to give you an easier time and gripped the back of your thighs, fingers digging into the squishy skin right below your ass to bring you closer. He was planning to let go but when his fingers started to fondle with them, he refrained and kept them there, simply caressing your legs up and down.
His actions made you strangely more confident. So you wore a brave face and continued.
Finally, it was time for the part that potentially tested your wifey skills. If you couldn’t shave your husband’s beard on a day he wasn’t capable, you’d be an imposter of a wife, you thought.
You pressed the cold, metal italic against his jawline, starting near his earlobe, then slowly glided the object down with ease and gathered the small hairs doing so.
You commenced a silent cheer but was more aghast with how smooth you could shave it all off. “Look, Higuruma; I’m doing it!” You whispered as loud as you could since he was still in a daze.
While you were finishing up, Higuruma was pretty much sober by now, and awake. His narrow eyes looked up at you fondly knowing you were doing all this out of your own free will and it brought a small smirk to his lips. Yes, as his wife, it wasn’t surprising that you were taking care of him, especially since occasions like this occurred a little less rarely.
Looking down at the man, he looked a little more like a kid right now, looking up to his mother in enamor. “What?” You asked, head tilted.
He signed knowing how little you knew of his love for you. “I’m so proud of you. As my wife, I’m glad you chose me to take care of.” He boasted earnestly despite him being the one that proposed to you. “What do you mean?” your question arose.
“All the trouble I cause, the complaining I do, you could call me a child and I wouldn’t object.” he paused to let out a long yawn. “I’m sure you had many options. Many men in line behind—or even ahead of me; but I’m the one you deal with instead. Thank you.” and he meant all that he said while having his beard half shaved and eyes heavy. Little did he know was that he was always your only option.
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