perfection → mashiho x reader
genre; fluff, domestic!au
pairing; boyfriend!mashiho × fem!reader
warning; mentions of food, controlled flame?? (they're just birthday candles), nothing else really, it's meant to be a sweet blurb<3
wc; 1.4k
(a/n → for @sunoo-bby I would've released this so much sooner if you had just told me your birthday, love, but nonetheless I hope you're having the best birthday <3. the day you were born deserves to be celebrated, you're a literal angel, im so sorry about the quality of the fic, i wanted to finish it before the day was up!! i hope you like it regardless though💓😭)
You were so perfect.
Laying with your eyes shut and your hair slightly draped over your face, your sleepiness was very evident. Lips slightly parted in your slumber, and your arm placed neatly behind your head, supporting both you and your pillow with your palm. Mashiho could look at you for hours.
To him, you looked ethereal, but then again, you always looked like a goddess. He viewed you on a pedestal, no matter your insecurities, Mashiho did his best to reassure you that you were by far the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and he meant it, every word.
He laid on his side, elbow leaning into the pillow, causing a dip in the soft white fabric as he supported his weight. Palm pressed against his face, he'd been admiring you like this for a good 10 minutes.
Fluttering your eyelashes open, you gazed at Mashiho sleepily. He smiled softly at you, everything about you was perfect, your every breath was music to his ears.
Normally you'd be awake long before him, but you had to cover a shift for your friend last night and didn't get home 'til twelve.
"Hey there," he smiled as he spoke, his voice was soft and a little lower than normal, you could tell he'd recently woken up.
You playfully grumbled, "Stop staring at me it's creepy." You gently batted his face away, adoration evident in his endless smile.
He chuckled and you couldn't help but smile at the sound, the both of you were so madly in love with each other. Your friends constantly complained the two of you would give them cavities if you continued with all the PDA.
And honestly? That was what you loved about Mashiho, no matter what, he did his best to make sure you felt safe, that you knew you were loved. In turn, Mashiho loved that about you too, he loved how you could relax into his touch, how you always accepted his love, even if he thought he could be overbearing at times, the both of you were two halves of a whole. You completed each other.
Looking at him now, with a lovestruck look in your eyes, you knew that.
Rubbing your eyes, you sat upright on your bed. You felt around your bed for your phone, where was it? You looked over at your boyfriend who held the very object you were looking for between his middle and index fingers, twirling it around and smiling at you.
"Give that back you thief," you said, staring at him with wide accusing eyes. Him being, well... Mashiho, just snickered at you.
"Hey, I'm serious, c'mon."
You could've sworn you saw his smile grow, his eyes forming slight crescents as he watched you whine about your phone.
"Anyone else would say thank you," he nodded at your half-awake state, "you forgot to charge your phone last night, so I," he paused, placing his hand, and your phone, against his chest in a dramatic manner, "your amazing boyfriend, charged it for you."
How could he be this dramatic this early in the morning? Regardless, you complied, albeit sarcastically; "Fine, thank you so much Mr. Amazing-boyfriend, now can I have my phone back?"
Mashiho stood up from the bed, placing your phone in the pocket of his sweatpants and walking away from the bed despite your audible protests. "If you want your phone, c'mon." He jerked his head toward the door, he wore his signature grin.
You swore your boyfriend acted like a toddler sometimes, but then again, you signed up for it, and you didn't regret a second of the four years you'd been together, every moment was like a movie with Mashiho, it was the little things he did that made your heart flutter the most.
Like the first time you stayed over at his house and met his mom, she gushed about all the things Mashiho had told her about you; like your dislike of bell peppers because you thought they were too bitter, or how you picked at your thumbnails when you were nervous, which you were doing the moment she had told you that. Besides remembering things, he also showed his affection subconsciously, when you held hands, he gave your palms a reassuring squeeze every now and then simply out of habit. He also offered you his headphones when you were in public, usually playing music from the playlist you two had made together at some point in the first year of your relationship.
God, you loved him, but not when was playing keep-away with your phone. Especially not so early in the morning.
You reluctantly got out of bed, walking up to Mashiho, who still stood in the doorway to your bedroom, his mischievous grin taunting you to come and get your phone from him.
As you neared him, he backed up into the hallway and eventually walked out into the living room of your shared apartment with his back to you as you followed him in pursuit of your phone.
Needless to say, you were amused by your boyfriend but you still wanted your phone back. "Mashihoo," you whined, dragging the last syllable of his name a little longer than usual.
You ended up in the kitchen with him, where he reached inside your fridge, pulling out a small cake with blue frosting and shaky handwritten white icing that spelled out your name. He placed it on the counter and pulled out two small yellow and white striped candles from one of the wooden cabinets. He quickly lit them with the small lighter you kept in the kitchen for the assorted candles you had around your house.
You looked at him with shining eyes, you had completely forgotten about your birthday until this moment. You were so tired from working late last night that you hadn't even had time to have a conversation with your boyfriend, much less worry about your birthday, you just laid down and went straight to sleep.
"Mashiho," you said softly, your smile was more than enough to make his surprise worth it. He would never admit to it, nor would he let you know, but he was up the night you were out working making this cake, it wasn't perfect but he tried, and that made it perfect to you.
"Could you hit the lights, I'm trying to have a moment here"
You chuckled at his joke before turning around and flipping the light switch behind you off, though it didn't make much of a difference in the morning light.
He picked up the platter that he had put his homemade cake on and walked towards you, the two candle flames dancing faintly as he moved forward.
Slowly beginning to sing the same tacky happy birthday song you had heard for years, though it felt different coming from him, you melted at his soft voice. Whenever he sang, his voice sounded so magical. Even now, when he was just singing happy birthday to you, it felt like a private concert with your own special singer; your boyfriend.
After he finished you blew out your candles, you wished for things to always be like this, with him. Having Mashiho meant you already had everything you could ever wish for and more.
You clapped your hands together a few times and looked Mashiho in the eyes, he broke your gaze to set down the cake on your dining table. Turning back to you, he held your hands in his, looking you in your eyes, he pressed a quick peck to your nose, then another to your eyelid, then the other. Kissing all over your face before he finally gave you a proper kiss and hit the light switch on behind you.
"C'mon, you can't expect me to wait for cake."
You frowned as your boyfriend pulled away from you. He sighed, pressing another peck to your lips and casting a side glance at the cake just to the left of you. You chuckled at how cute he was. "All right you big baby, we can eat cake now." You smiled at him as you said that, watching his face twist into one of pure joy.
"Oh! I almost forgot," Mashiho reached into his pocket, "Your gift!"
He pulled out your phone, the very phone you had chased him out here for. Your face contorted into one of indignation as you took back your phone. "Hey!"
You couldn't keep up your facade, even pretending to be mad at him was hard, he was just too cute. He gave you his famous grin and quickly placed another peck on your lips
He was so perfect.
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