shoto gives the best kisses. they're gentle and imbued with every ounce of tender affection he holds for you, and whenever his soft pink lips brush against your skin, you can't help but lean into all the warmth and comfort his touch offers—can't help but turn to mere putty underneath the pads of his fingertips
his nature, one you love more than words can ever say, revolves around being soft. shoto has always been a gentle lover, and that's why it's beyond difficult for you and him to get into an argument over anything at all.
"shoto—"
kiss.
"sho', honey, we can't skip this event and stay home like this—"
kiss. kiss kiss kiss kiss.
and when he sees your resolve crumbling, hears the quiet and pleased sigh that traitorously slips past the seam of your lips, he places his mouth against your own one more time before pulling away slowly, eyes drawn onto your own, round and tranquil
"you said you don't feel good, so we'll stay home."
"but this event was important to you!" you cry out, frustrated and saddened by the complexity of the situation at hand, but shoto seems entirely unbothered. in fact, it seems like he's already accepted the fact that he won't be able to go. how could he go when you're not feeling well?
"you're more important." he smiles gently, and you can't help but groan and flop onto your shared bed in defeat. you're afraid if you look at his smile for even a second longer, your heart might explode in your chest.
"you're too perfect," you grumble into the sheets, and although your eyes are closed with your face stuffed into a throw pillow, you feel the bed dip as shoto sits down beside you, and he reaches out towards you before settling a soothing palm on the curve of your spine
"do you want a massage? a bath? a massage and a bath?"
"shoto," you sigh, but you let out a sudden squeak when he abrubtly curls a hand underneath the your waist, hauling you into his lap with ease as your face is pressed flush against the planes of his chest
"i want to take care of you." he murmurs into your hair, and his kisses, those heavenly sweet kisses, trail from your hairline to the slope of your nose, and you can't help the soft huffs of laughter that escape your lips
"tickles," you whisper, and shoto smiles against your skin as his forehead bumps against your own
"let me give you a bath and order some food for us. then we'll go to the living room and watch the award show there—we'll stay home so you can rest up, and i'll be able to watch and hear the latest updates. win-win scenario, isn't it?" he questions, low voice brushing against the shell of your ear as you nod your head slowly with a hum
" 'm sorry, 'sho. i really am. i hope your friends don't get upset you didn't come because of me." you say sadly, curling further into his embrace as his chest vibrates with a hum
"there's always next time. and my friends could never be upset knowing i didn't come because you didn't feel good. those wouldn't be true friends, would they?" he prompts, and you nod your head slowly and allow his words to sink in
"i guess." you pout
"good." he affirms, and before you can say anything else, he tightens his hold around you and stands. you let out a small sound of surprise from the back of your throat as he begins walking towards the bathroom
"bath," he chastises gently when he sees the confusion on your face, and you quickly wrap an arm around his shoulders after you hear his words with a cheeky grin
"you'll join me?" you tease, fingers brushing the curve of his cheek as his surprised eyes turn towards yours. shoto must not understand what you're implying, because the smile he gives you is one full of the purest of intensions and utter devotion.
"if it means i can hold you and help you shampoo your hair, then yes."
your head drops against his chest with a breathless laugh, and you realize how much you were reminded time and time again, every single day, just how lucky you were to call shoto your lover.
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