A FLUFFY SUNDAY MORNING SCENARIO WITH USHIJIMA AND SMOL CUTE S/O FLUFFY CUDLES FLUFFY KISSES I NEED A CUTE TOSHI-CHAN IN MY LIFE thanks c:
i died about five times writing this suffocating from fluff you’re welcome my dudes
The normal good morning greeting one might give to their lover after waking up next to them probably isn’t, “You didn’t go for a run?”
And yet, there you were—saddled with your usual morning lethargy—asking that exact question to Ushijima, who lay beside you. What wasn’t normal is that the sun was already up and he was still in bed. At least he was awake, but still, this was a rare occurrence at best. He was a man of routine. Even on the mornings of nasty weather or unbearable climates, he was up to jog. You seldom woke up with him beside you, finding him either in the kitchen preparing breakfast or anywhere else in the house by the time you rose.