golden hours.
an afternoon with ayato.
→ feat. kamisato ayato || genres: fluff || warnings: none
ayato’s hands are much bigger than yours.
it’s the first thing you realize as you’re playing with his hand, comparing sizes, tracing the lines on his palm. you’re tucked in the futon while ayato is working next to you (you asked him to bring his work table next to the futon).
ayato’s hands are warm against your skin, and you can’t help but wonder how you’ve managed to have someone as wonderful and great as him your partner. he’s so… amazing. so passionate. so easy to love.
and you do. you love him from every inch of his body to every part of his soul. you’ve loved him since you saw him shouldering the weight of the clan until now, when you’re next to him. you’ll love him; every day, every night, every moment.
but those same hands you love keep gripping the quill and dipping it in ink, over and over again, and they don’t seem to be stopping soon.
“honey, hug me? please?”
“just give me five minutes, love.”
but you know ayato: those five minutes will turn into ten and then into thirty and by then, the summer sunset will be gone and you will be asleep while he’ll still be working. so you tug his sleeve, gently but firmly enough to make him topple over you.
“let’s cuddle?”
ayato chuckles. “okay, love.”
it’s another day in which a work session has turned into a cuddling session. hands laced together, tangled limbs, sleepy smiles, content eyes. the sunset paints the room in orange hues while ayato presses little kisses against your face, love whispers slipping in between.
when ayato nuzzles his face against the crook of your neck, you can tell how sleepy he is (you ask yourself if you’re the one making him sleepy). he lets out a little yawn, and you can tell he’s embarrassed from the way his ears are rose-colored. you giggle, voice reverberating in his ear.
“should we just sleep?” you whisper, to which ayato just hums in agreement against your neck. you laugh again because god, he’s so cute.
when you’re both tucked in the futon, with the pillows fluffed up, ayato pulls you close again, so close you can feel his every move, his every heartbeat. he gives you a kiss on your lips before pressing your head against his chest.
“i can’t wait to marry you,” he whispers, before falling asleep. and then he’s knocked out.
you’re pretty sure ayato won’t remember what he said when he wakes up tomorrow, but that doesn’t matter right now because he’s yours and you’re his. and one day, you’ll wake up every morning beside him and you’ll fall asleep every night pressed against him.
ayato’s hands are much bigger than yours, but you can’t wait for the day his hands hold yours with matching rings.
with a kiss on his cheek, you whisper a soft, cautious “me too” in his ear.
goodnight.
a/n: inspired by “the wind rises” <3 if this post doesn’t show up in the tags u will see me on national news