Shizuo reacting to his s/o suddenly feeling clingy and touchy feely
Aside from the typical difficulties
one would face being woken up at an unusually early time and then settling down
on the sofa, Shizuo was doing rather fine in terms of maintaining a straight
face and being alert.
Until you came along and leaned
against his shoulder.
You were warm then, sighing
contently and making yourself comfortable.
Today, there was no noise coming
from the television screen, much less from the usual hum of the kettle. You
were probably awake this early to drag Shizuo out for a nice breakfast somewhere,
grabbing his hand and smiling in that perfect little way of yours as an apology
for interrupting his sleep.
At least, he’d come to think of
that smile as an apology, but that a further insight into the matter was for
He shifted in his position, feeling
the heat rising to his face when you merely slid down onto the furniture and
Shizuo liked to think that you were
just teasing him.
“Shizuo,” You mumbled once more, making sure that you had his attention. You turned, so
that despite the discomfort in your
craned neck, you could easily trace circles on his clothed chest.
It made him shiver.
“…You know that I love you, right?”
Being the boyfriend of someone was
an experience that Shizuo enjoyed very much—he could find comfort in someone
else and be able to express his feelings without so much of an odd stare being
directed at him—and listening to the occasional breath of ‘I love you’ was
something that he’d gotten used to. But being ‘used to’ things like that, used
to the sharp release of breath and hasty mumbling—or soft whispers that
reminded him of the gentle water ripples or even loud proclaims and flurry of
arms then warmth—it didn’t stop him
from blushing and fighting the urge
to look away.
So the only thing that Heiwajima
Shizuo could do was to mumble:
His answer ended up indirectly surprising
himself when you crawled onto his lap with a hand holding the arm you were
lying on, watching his puzzled expression.
(Shizuo really didn’t need to ask
what you were up to when you were already on his lips, kissing him with fervor.)
Breath hitching when you turned and
proceeded to lean back, head against his shoulder, Shizuo let out incoherent mumbles
before looking down straight at you, locking his gaze with yours.
He couldn’t move from where he sat
unless you got up, and he doubted that you were going to do so anytime soon,
but it’s not like he minded, really, with the fact that the one who he loved was
the person who restricted his ability to move and all. Deciding not to move his
hand and disrupt your relaxed state, he simply smiled back at the grin you
currently held, ignoring his flaring cheeks.
(His thoughts derail for a moment
to wonder if he’s brushed his teeth, and if his morning breath was hopefully not that bad.)
Then as you run a finger through
his hair, with the intention of pushing him down with a quick press, he instead
lowered himself on his own accord, watching your grin trace into an instinctive
smirk at your sudden realization.
The second the both of you pulled
back was also the one in which you’d murmured a ‘you’re too comfortable for
your own good’—neither of you willing to move back.
And before you could even reply,
much less stutter out an ‘oh’ to his statement and tackily compliment his kiss—
Heiwajima Shizuo had already leaned back down