going on a date with haruki... 𖹭
this man would be so over-the-top on a date, garnering attention wherever you go...
his theatrics never stop, it's one of the things you love about him, yes, but having people interrupt your dates to talk to him was bothersome
for one night you wanted it to be just the two of you, just one!
haruki notices your sour mood after the nth person stopped to chat with the eccentric exorcist
batting his long lashes at you, cooing in your ear, "what's the matter?"
you give a vague wave of your hand, gesturing to the people, the scenery, everything.
"wanna go home? watch trashy reality tv in pajamas?" haruki suggests, already tugging on your arm, leading in the direction of your apartment.
it's times like this that you remember why you fell in love with this idiot—he reads you like a book, picks up on the slightest shift in your emotions and knows exactly what you need
your date may have changed venues, but this one is probably your favorite one thus far
just haruki, your cat that you scooped up from an alley and you, lounging around eating convivence store food; ramen, onigiri and strawberry sandos for dessert
the two of you make commentary on the shitty life choices of those in the show; who hooks up when there are cameras everywhere?!
haruki has one hand in your hair, running the strands through the strands mindlessly. calming and relaxing to your mind as you start to drift, using his shoulder as a pillow.
eventually he carries you to bed, sliding in next to you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you lightly snore. smiling down at how ethereal you look, even with your mouth hanging open and drool leaking out.
he's the luckiest man in the world
kunaiiikittennn ᝰ.ᐟ please do not repost, copy or steal my trash (i do not own the character nor the gif but the work is my own creation) 𖹭
