couch
you just finished your shower, clearly grumpy as you see rin laying on the bed waiting to cuddle with you. “itoshi rin.” there’s tension in the air as he slowly turns his head towards you cautiously, like trying to not set off a black bears attack mode. “..darling.”
“i told you.” you slowly step closer to him, grabbing his collar like an 80kg man weighed nothing to you. “i told you to not fill up my shampoo with water even if you think it’s running out. didn’t i? i told you its expensive and i wanna use it to the last drop. didnt i?” and rin is scared out of his mind that you can hear him gulping.
“my love-“
“sleep on the couch.” and his face contorts into a frown, as if he’s been sent to serve a life sentence in the deadliest prison in the world. but what else can he do except- “yes ma’am.” he says sheepishly as you let go of his collar, taking nothing with him except the small plushie you called you two’s kid, but even that isn’t spared “put our child down. who said you could take her?” and all he can do is pout even more before placing it on the edge of the bed, walking out the door.
and even when hes on the couch, he curls up like a baby and stares into the void, not bothering to even try and sleep because he knows he won’t be able to. he whines occasionally, hoping to get your attention, but to no avail each time— this goes on until 2am before he finally gets up and approaches the bedroom door, sliding the knob gently to not make any noise and peeking in. you were sound asleep, hugging a pillow instead of him. unbelievable.
he got onto his tiptoes and slid into the room, closing the door ever so gently as he walks towards the side of the bed. get into bed and risk waking you up and make you more angry or..
well, thats how you ended up accidentally stepping on a sleeping rin that was laying on the floor when you woke up and was about to get ready. “shit!- what the hell, rin?!” his body jerks and he wakes up, sitting up to look at you with a guilty face, “..sorry. i couldn’t sleep without you. better to be close than comfortable.” and you can barely choose if you wanna stay mad at him or kiss him. you’re a weak person after all.
you bend your back and grab him by the collar once again, pressing a kiss onto his lips. “you better get me a new bottle of that specific shampoo.” “yes ma’am.”











