NOTE: it's my birthday, and it was about time i shut up and wrote some cute self indulgent ayatsuji content for myself.
yukito's arm around your shoulder is a familiar weight.
just as familiar as the scent of coffee wafting through the room, and the casual meows that greet you when you've been spotted by his cats.
you're curled up into him, your cheek pressed against the warm planes of his chest as you reach out for his hand, placing kisses at the back of it. the television in the corner of the room flickers to life, and he tosses the remote aside, instead reaching out for his kiseru with his free hand. shaky footage of a blood-splattered scene begins playing as bold letters fly across the screen
"freak accident..." yukito hums, eyes glued to the screen, "figures."
"how many cases does this make it now, close to sixty thousand?"
yukito's answering laugh is a sharp, sudden sound, unlike anything you've heard from him. you can feel it in his chest, and in the slight movement in his fingers clasped in yours. his laughter fills you with a fluttering sensation, and you find yourself automatically smiling along. it was nice to see him relax after all this time spent frustrated and constantly occupied.
"you wouldn't have believed that, doll" he says, lips quirking up into a smile, "but you'd be sorely mistaken if you thought I would correct you."
he caught you there—you were curious; for as long as you've known the detective, there are still so many questions you have about him and his work. but all those questions go unanswered, tossed away to the corner the minute yukito shoots you an hesitant look from behind his glasses. still, you think that his eccentricity and the air of mystery he shrouds himself with adds on to his charm, something mesmerizing and wholly unique to him.
you shrug, opting to turn your head and press little kisses into his neck instead. he softly strokes your head in response, and you savor every gentle touch of his. it had been a while since you got to be with him like this, relishing in intimate moments, and completely unbothered about anything else. a pleasant silence envelopes the two of you as you tune out the background noise from the television, and you desperately try to etch the scene in your memory. just you, and yukito—how long had it been since you held him so close?
he leans down with the lingering remnants of a smile, going to press his lips against yours. his lips are warm, and his touch tender where his hands are over your body. your own hands find their way onto his shoulders now, eagerly reciprocating his affection. you think you can die like this, in his arms, overwhelmed by all the love he has for you. it must have only been minutes, but every moment with yukito feels endless.
he pulls away, momentarily taking the sight of you in before readjusting his arms to bring you into a comforting embrace, your chin on his shoulder and his face buried into your neck. the soft strands of his hair tickle where they press against your skin, and his arms tighten around you.
"happy birthday," he whispers, his voice low and soothing.
you shiver ever so slightly when you feel him smile, "your heartbeat just picked up, didn't it? you must be curious to see what i got you. you won't have to look far—your gift is here."
from the corner of your eye, you catch sight of a meticulously made doll, placed carefully on top of his desk. every minute detail—from the color of its eyes to the way its hair fell across its head and even the outfit it had on—was clearly made to resemble you. the clear care and dedication that had been put into it was startlingly clear. next to it, his own doll was seated. you can't hide the smile on your face.
you slowly pull away from the hug, "your powers of observation have failed you, detective," yukito's eyebrow raises slightly as he glances over at you, "i was actually waiting for a birthday kiss."
he blinks slowly, and for a moment, you're caught off-guard by the sight. without his iconic cap and glasses, yukito looks nothing like the infamous detective that fills his targets with fear. he looks softer, somehow, fondness teeming in his eyes. he's almost ethereal like this, pale gold hair messily framing his face and a warm smile on his lips. the only thing he's missing is a halo, you think. the gentle morning light that trails in through the gaps in the curtains illuminates him perfectly, highlighting the bridge of his nose and the light in his eyes. he's a sight you can't take your eyes off.
"what? you mean all that from before wasn't enough for you?" but he's grinning, bright and unbelievably beautiful, and then he leans in again to kiss you, gently pushing you down on the bed.
it's the perfect start to a day; soft rays of sunlight crawling in, a comfortable silence in the air, and the man you love in your arms.
