Ah, so since it is my favorite shinobi boyfriend’s Birthday. Here is a light, silly modern!au birthday fic for everyone’s favorite Saizo. I hope you all like it! I enjoyed writing it. <3
You opened the door to the apartment slowly, cursing at the slight creak that echoed through the darkened living room.
You needed to be quiet.
Sliding the door silently shut behind you, you tiptoed into the kitchen, cursing whatever logic had told you it was okay to move in with your boyfriend.
It was much harder to surprise someone you lived with than someone you didn’t.
Especially if that surprise was food.
Food that you were making from scratch.
Honestly it was a lost cause, but you knew that he had stayed up half the night writing his novel, so maybe…maybe, he would be busy napping.
You looked at the clock. You had more than enough time to make the dango before people started arriving uninvited.
Breakfast in bed? Well dango wasn’t really breakfast was it? But it was Saizo’s favorite food, and you were bound and determined to make it for him.
It was his first birthday with you, after all.
You felt like you had something to prove.
Luckily for you, or well for the both of you really, dango was a family favorite at your house, and you had your grandmother’s recipe. You’d made it before, it was always a hit.
He was going to like it.
Well, you hoped so.
You hummed softly to yourself, enjoying how good it felt to be in the kitchen. His kitchen, your kitchen. A giggle left your lips, and you clamped your hand over your mouth.
Quiet. You had to be quiet.
He hadn’t gotten up, you leaned against the counter, looking at your pretty multi-colored dango, speared neatly and stacked on a plate.
But Saizo hadn’t come out of the bedroom yet, and you knew he was awake.
He was totally awake, that tease.
Unwilling to wait a moment longer you picked up the dango and carried it to the bedroom door, swinging it open with a tap of your foot, peaking your head inside.
Ah yes, your sleeping beauty was not asleep at all.
His copper-red eyes met yours with an amused look, beckoning you to him.
“Ah, I see the little lady must be done with her experiments. “
He was at his desk, glasses on the bridge of his nose, clearly typing out another one of his sinful books. A blush rose to your cheeks.
It wasn’t fair how attractive he was.
“Not experiments” You puffed your cheeks out at him. “A gift, for your birthday.” A frown graced his features at that comment.
Saizo didn’t like his birthday.
“What kind of gift could have possibly caused you to make all that noise?” He leaned back into his chair as you stepped fully into the room, striding over to him and setting the plate on the table.
“Homemade dango.” You couldn’t help the excitement in your eyes any more than he could help the brief look of surprise on his face. “I know you said you didn’t want to do anything, but having your favorite treat on your birthday is okay, right?” Ah that did it, his eyes softened, as they did so regularly when they gazed at you. “It’s my grandmother’s recipe. So they’re good. I promise.”
“Do you?” he smirked, picking up a skewer. “That also explains the rice flour on your face.” You flushed, moving your hand up to wipe it away, only to have him stop you, pulling you down to where your noses were almost touching, running his tongue along your cheek with an expert ease.
“Hmm” You sighed, a soft noise leaving your mouth. “Saizo. What-”
““Well who am I to disagree with your grandmother?” He continued, as though the moment had never happened. popping a piece of dango into his mouth, eyes widening.
And he ate another, then another.
“E-Eh, Saizo. You might want to slow down?” You offered, but he only shook his head.
“No, no, you made these for me little lady. They’re my favorite. Would you really deny me the treat of eating them on my birthday?”
“So you like them?” He didn’t respond. Instead his hand caught your wrist and pulled you down to him, an amused snort leaving his mouth at your yelp. He pressed his lips to yours, the sticky-sweet flavor of the dango still clinging to his lips. He settled you in his lap, the soft silence of the room only broken with your contented sigh as his lips left yours.
“I think you must’ve made more of these, hm?” He grabbed another skewer, as you let out a soft giggle.
“I did, but there are for the guests I know will inevitably arrive.” You pronounced solemnly, leaning forward to steal a bite from his. “But I can make you more, if you’d like.”
“I’d like it if you made them more instead, little lady.”
“I didn’t realize you liked dango this much.”
“ I don’t.”
“I like your dango this much.” The blush on your face burned as you buried it into the crook of neck.
It set your blood on fire, what he did to you. How could he be so kind?
Still, all you could do was relax against him, draping your arms around his neck and snuggling against him. A comfortable silence filled the room. You were pretty sure he had finished the dango you’d brought him, as he had gone back to typing on his laptop.
“Saizo” You half-murmured, not wanting to ruin the moment. “Are you sure that they are a good enough birthday gift?”
“Ah, little lady, I don’t know why you insist on doing these things for me at all.” You pulled away from him, eying him with a gentle understanding.
“Because I love you, and the fact that you were born is precious to me. I-” His lips found yours again, this time lifting you with him as he stood up, carrying you over to the bed. He gently set you down, pulling away to stare at you.
The look in his eyes made your heart ache.
“I love you too.” He trailed a hand up your neck, the touch making you shiver. “But if you insist on celebrating my birthday, there is one more thing I’d like you to do.”
The implication was there, you knew your face had to be beet red. You fell back against the bed, watching him expectantly.
“Get me the rest of the dango from the kitchen.”
It was like he had thrown a bucket of cold water over you. You pouted up at him.
“What, did we have something a little more…sinful on our mind.” He smirked at you, and you couldn’t resist a laugh.
“I’ll get you the rest of the dango.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek before bounding out of the room.
Happy Birthday Saizo.