in search of suds

anonymous asked:

Scenario with Tendo Satori proposing to his fem s/o please?

Sooo, I wrote this in the bath which I think was a major part of my inspiration. Lol! But I had so much fun while writing this! Thank you for requesting it, Anon, and I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. THERE ARE MARRIAGE HEADCANONS COMING!


Everything was leading up to this moment. From the first moment she had seated herself next to him in their shared intro to literature class on their first day of college. Tendou had known then, when she had turned to him and smiled, that this was going to be something great.

It was only two days out of the week they would see each other and for only an hour and a half at a time, plus the occasional study sessions. It wasn’t enough though, not for him, not when he really wanted to know her. And with the end of the semester fast approaching, he could feel the panic of never seeing her again on that large campus. So he reacted impulsively the next time she had gotten up to leave, the words of ‘see you next time’ on her lips when he took hold of her wrist to stop her.

She did stop and Tendou wasn’t sure what he was doing, had no words in his head to say except that he wanted to see her more. The expectancy in her eyes pushed him forward despite his malfunctioning brain as he opened his mouth to let the words “Can I take you on a date?” tumbled out. Instantly, a terror washed over him, because - fuck - what if she said no? Would she even be willing to hang out with him casually if she knew that he wanted more than that? It would be awkward, it would be strange, it would hurt.

The redhead was in the middle of working out a way to fix his mistake when he was brought out of his spiral by the smile that stretched wide across her face. “It’s about time,” her voice held delight as it delivered the small tease. She took hold of the hand that had originally taken hold of her wrist and gave it a small squeeze. “Pick me up Friday.”

He watched her walk away after that, leaving him reeling as he tried to catch up with himself. There was nothing stopping him from smiling for the rest of the week.

Their first date led to a second followed closely by a third. It didn’t take long for them to jump over all the formal dates to declare themselves as an official couple, their fingers linked together as they walked across campus. Kisses were shared in hallways and they made love for the first time on the floor of her dorm with the long forgotten television dimly lighting their actions. And he realized as he loved her that he had never known what love really was until that moment; it had just been some obscure concept until she had brought it meaning.

And with each day he spent with her new meanings emerged within his heart of what love was. Love was her. It was her studying late with a mug of coffee in hand. Love was her hair between his fingers. It was her face when they had moved into their first apartment together. It was her laugh late at night when they had stayed up far past their bedtime. Love was their shared life together.

It was love that led him up to this moment where his long fingers fiddled with the small box he had stored away. Eyes lingered to the open doorway of their shared bathroom where she was soaking in her weekly bubble bath. Maybe the timing was mundane, but it was in this moment that she was entirely her; entirely everything that he loved. She was bare and open and at ease just as he always wanted her to be when she was with him for the rest of their lives.

When he entered into the room, he gaze wandered over her. Her feet were propped on one end, her toes wiggling with the soft beat of the music that played and her head was resting on the other end beneath a pillow, eyes closed as she soaked in the calming atmosphere around her.

Maybe he made a noise or maybe she sensed him, but her eyes soon fell on him, a smile instantly pulling at her lips. “Care to join?” she questioned lazily, hand rising from the bubbles to beckon him closer and there was no way he would ever deny her anything.

Kneeling beside the tub, he leaned to press his mouth to hers, his heart raising in rhythm just as it had the very first time he had been graced to kiss her. “I love you,” he breathed against her mouth, body instinctively moving to capture her mouth once again. She moved back though, a small laugh leaving her lips when he followed. Her hand was at his shirt collar then, gripping him tightly as she pulled into the sudding water. Their laughter mingled as his stuck his hand into the depths of the warm water to support himself and it only took him one more second before he was placing his whole clothed body into the tub with her.

He kissed her again and again and again. He never wanted to stop, never wanted any of it to end. “Marry me?” he questioned against her lips, fingers tracing the length of her jaw and he kissed her when she shuddered against him.

“Yes,” her reply came back quick but just as breathless as he felt. Tendou kissed her again, deeper than the ones previously shared before he was quickly pulling back, his eyes wide and mouth agape. he was sure water was lining the bathroom floor now but he paid it no mind.

“Yes?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yes!” she beamed at him, hands reaching for his wet clothes to bring his lips back to her’s.

“You’re saying yes?”

“Yes, you dope! I’m saying yes!” her head fell back as she laughed and it was definitely the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. And he would get to see it everyday for the rest of his life.

“Oh!” Tendou’s hands were dipping into the water then, eyes trying to see past the suds as he searched for that small box. “Here, uh–” he pulled the box free from the depths, turning it over to open and display the ring within, “–[Last Name] [First Name], will you marry me?”

Her eyes darted to the ring for merely a moment before she was looking back up into his eyes. Closing the close distance between them, she brought her mouth to his again, “Yes.”