because you call hinata your sunshine, he has to come up with a cute nickname for you. and so he decides that you’re his star; lighting his way through the darkness of the world even when he’s not shining as brightly
"Ohh Sunshine! Im home~" You called out from the doorway to your home, taking your shoes off as you go, seeing that his shoes were there too. They were worn, ruggedy and in need of being washed.
When you got no answer, you ventured further into the house, quietly walking around before calling out to him again, "Hinata??? Where are you?"
You checked the bathroom first, knowing full and well that he had some sort of weird connection with bathrooms, one that you never really wanted to question. The next spot was the small kitchen space, then the living area. This only really left the bedroom.
As you walked into the room, you were greeted with a warm sight. Your fiancé was fast asleep on the bed, a notebook on his chest, and crumpled paper all around him.
You treaded over, greatful for the carpet floor that was softening your steps, and picked up a few of the stranded pieces of paper.
The first read, 'Sunshine?' Though it was heavily scratched out, and next to it he had written that it was already your nickname for him. The next piece said, 'cupcake' and had a few doodles of what seemed to be your face on a cupcake. The third paper you had picked up had a few of the more normal nicknames, like baby or love or darling, and his notes on that was that he already called you that interchangeably.
This trended on for the rest of the papers, which you tried to fold neatly, wanting to keep them as a reminder of this.
Finally, you looked to the notebook on Shoyo's chest, watching for a moment as it rose and fell with his breaths. On the open page, it was covered in tiny little stars that he drew, and your name in the middle, as if he had gotten distracted and started to just doodle.
But just below them, he had circled a star, and a small note that said, "they always light my way! "
You let out a soft breath of air, feeling a few tears slip out. You were his Star, perhaps the most important thing to him. He truly loved you. And thats all you could really ask for.
You sat down on the edge of the bed, setting the notebook back down and playing with his hair gently, pausing as he stirred, turning to face you and sleepily smiling, "hello my Star, "
You bent down and kissed his forehead, "hello Sunshine,"
