Summary: Omi’s kitsune costume in his new SR got to me—
Your jaw is on the floor the minute you see his costume. You barely hear the door closing behind him.
“You okay?”
Omi’s question almost stays unanswered while you gather your bearings, your name faint on his lips as he furrows his brows in concern. You clear your throat to face him again.
“I’m fine.”
You look him and down. It takes less time than it used to, given your practice of looking over a six-foot-tall man again and again.
The light robes hug the form of his torso a little too well, fastened by a sash around his waist. Omi’s sleeves pool by his sides as he puts away his umbrella, shaking raindrops from his head.
He turns to you—are those fox ears in his hands?—and smiles, not the only person happy to see the other. Tiny scarlet stripes outline his eyes, and the gold of his eyes is starting to bewitch you.
It gets worse when you look a little lower. The fabric of his inner shirt pulls just right at a keyhole. You glimpse at the space left for his chest and look away like you haven’t seen it before. The knot tied at his neck doesn’t help either.
There’s a ghost of a smirk on Omi’s face when he smiles again.
Unfortunately, he’s caught on.
“See something you like?”
Tease, you think, walking closer to him.
“Welcome home.”
His smile is wider this time, placing a kiss on your head.
“You didn’t answer my question, love.”
Okay, maybe you can let the dam break every once in a while.
Laying your head on his shoulder, you let out a long exhale.
“You look great! Like, really great. I can’t look at you properly for more than a second.”
He chuckles, a rumble in his chest that you can feel on your skin.
“Thank you. I’m glad I look good to you.”
“To me? You look good to everyone!” You splutter. Your fist lightly beats at his collarbone and Omi barely budges.
Strong arms hug your waist, tugging you closer to him, and you wrap your arms around his neck to keep stable. He runs his nose along your jaw, warm breath easing by your ear and prickling your nape. You’ll have to make him prepare snacks as punishment.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
MAN. I JUST REALLY NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT. I EVEN TRIED SOME FORMATTING, DIVIDERS, AND SOME RICH TEXT, SO I HOPE THIS IS AN IMPROVEMENT IN MY POSTS! I SPEAK FOR OMI NATION WHEN I SAY THIS CARD RUINED ME /POS SEND HELP
