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ֶָ֢ ꮽ ݁ Headcanons with Doctor Uryu ㅤꨄ︎
ֶָ֢ ꮽ ݁ and as your husband x femreader pt1.
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ྀི༷♡ ˚ִִ𓈒꒱ 𝅄 ˚ ׅ doctoruryu!! who spends all of his time at the hospital, buried under constant paperwork, patient files, meetings and duties, and endless responsibilities, leaving you waiting at home, so restless and so needy for him, just so impatient to see his pretty face again. To see that soft, tired expression of his, to see the way he tilts his glasses up before giving you that heartwarming smile that leaves you weak at your knees (just the thought of it makes you blush). You assume he doesn’t notice that impatience. But oh, he notices it. Every unread message, every missed call, every quiet sigh you let out when he walks in late again. But Uryu isn’t cruel, he would never leave you feeling empty and forgotten. He just…makes it up to you in his own way. Soft apologies murmured against your neck, fleeting and lingering touches at your waist–the kind of attention that says “I see you, I always do,” even if he struggles to show it in time.
ྀི༷♡ ˚ִִ𓈒꒱ 𝅄 ˚ ׅ doctoruryu!! who is constantly so overworked, never truly knowing the taste of relaxation, exhaustion clinging to him like a second coat, yet somehow, he always manages to find some strength in him to care for you, in ways no one else ever could. Because to him, you are not just important–you are everything done right in a life that rarely gives him any satisfaction, any happiness, any love. You anticipate his needs, understand him without needing him to bleed his heart out to you, and you love him in a way that feels almost surreal to him. And he knows it. He even wonders at times, what did he even do to deserve someone as sweet as you? Someone so caring and loving. A sweet wife like you? He may not quite say it outright, but in his mind, you are beyond perfection–someone he both cherishes and quietly wishes would never ever leave him.
ྀི༷♡ ˚ִִ𓈒꒱ 𝅄 ˚ ׅ doctoruryu!! who insists that studying your body is simply a means of learning anatomy (it’s the “best” way, he attempts to convince you), purely educational, of course. That’s what he tells himself. And well…technically, it isn’t a lie. He does it to observe, analyse– to commit details to memory with careful precision…but his focus slips. Often. Because…truly, how is he supposed to remain clinical and professional, when it is you beneath his hands, responding ever so softly and eagerly to his touch? Those soft, whiny breaths slipping past your swollen lips–the same ones you keep biting down on so hard, trying your best to be good for him. Your cheeks are flushed, warmed by his so-called “innocent” touches, and your eyes glisten faintly, like you are holding yourself back from him, with that little restraint you have left. Every detail of you becomes something worth studying far beyond professionalism, far beyond reason and logic. And he gives in more than he’d like to admit, letting discipline blur into quiet admiration, his touch lingering just a second too long to be considered “academic.”
ྀི༷♡ ˚ִִ𓈒꒱ 𝅄 ˚ ׅ doctoruryu!! who secretly loves that small routine of yours, of you cleaning his glasses every morning. It’s a small gesture, at least that’s what you tell yourself–but to him, it means everything, it means the whole world to him. He never once asked this of you, yet you do it so effortlessly, from the love that spills from your heart in the gentlest, most natural way, that made this small effort for him. It’s the way you handle them carefully, like they are something so precious, before always placing them back on his face with a soft smile, that melts his heart a little. And when you press your lips, kissing his cheek? He pretends it doesn’t affect him–but the faint redness creeping up to his ears betrays him every time. Still, he composes himself quickly, returning that gesture with a gentle kiss to your forehead, paired with a soft, almost shy smile that’s reserved only for you.
ྀི༷♡ ˚ִִ𓈒꒱ 𝅄 ˚ ׅ doctoruryu!! who finds himself completely hypnotised by your eyes, to the point it becomes almost distracting. There is something about them–something soft, something dangerously sweet–something that pulls him in before he could even stop himself. He is so captivated by you, entranced in a nectar-sweet spell. He can’t seem to comprehend how something so simple can hold him so firmly in place, but it does. He tells himself there must be a reason for it, something logical…but he never quite finds one. And maybe you don’t realise it, but he keeps you closer to his heart than he will ever admit. It’s in the quiet and subtle ways–like the small picture of you tucked into his wallet, or the one resting neatly on his desk at work. He never speaks of it. Never feels the need to. But sometimes, in the middle of his work, he’ll pause…eyes drifting towards your picture without thinking. And he’ll linger there, a little longer than necessary, warmth slowly creeping up his neck as he looks at you–soft, quiet, and completely his.
For my babies @dearlysaes and @d0llete4 and the other 4 Ishida simps out there (if y’all even exist that is…) 🥺🧸
