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Your face was nestled comfortably in his lap, which was clad in his bright red high school sweats that you had grown rather fond of and even sometimes wore whenever he wasn’t wearing them.
It had been that way for most of the evening, for most of the days since he asked you to move in with him.
It was where you liked to be; you had the opportunity of being close, but not too close, and of being able to see whatever he was doing without hovering over his shoulder (albeit you saw all of those things upside down).
You lifted your head up slightly and turned over so that you were on your back. Unconsciously, he adjusted his lap to accommodate you, and once you sat still, his free hand immediately went to toy with your (h/l) (h/c) hair.
Though immersed in his novel, he tore his gaze away from it momentarily to look into your (e/c) eyes and smiled warmly at you. You grinned back and shut your eyes, but opened them again and jumped slightly when he pinched your cheek.
“(Name), かわいい, ね.” he cooed.
You reached for his hand and frowned, trying to pull it away from your cheek unsuccessfully. When he stopped pinching you, he cupped his hand and you nuzzled against it, mostly to hide your face, which was bright red from embarrassment.
You two sat in calm silence for a little while longer. He still let you hold his hand against your face as he used the other to pick up his tea cup and take one final sip of it before it was empty. He set it down on the table in front of you with a click.
“I’m getting up.” he declared gently, as though he knew it would bother you. And he was right; it did. You hated it when he moved you to the side and left the room. He never wanted to stand when you were on his lap, though, in much the same way that he would spend hours neglecting his daily needs because he didn’t want to disturb his puppy from its slumber. He rolled you cautiously to the side until you lay face-down on the carpeted floor, closing your eyes tightly as you felt the warmth of his presence disappear from around you.
As per his nightly routine, you heard his footsteps shuffle for a moment, followed by the sound of a faucet being turned on and water pouring into a large porcelain tub.
“Ugh.” you groaned loudly enough for him to hear all the way from the bathroom, despite the fact that your voice was muffled because your face was buried into the carpet. Kiku always took forever with baths; by the time he was finished, you had usually fallen asleep. But this evening, you were feeling especially hungry for his company near to you, so even though you didn’t like showing that being apart made you uneasy and fully respected his need for alone time, you couldn’t help but let yourself slip up in your nonchalant façade.
“ごめん, (Name).” he called out from the bathroom, followed by a brief peal of laughter.
Mustering up your strength, you sat up and gathered yourself to your feet, figuring you may as well not wait up for him. But before you could head off to your shared bedroom, you turned round on your heel and saw Kiku standing in front of you, holding out a towel to you, a dark blush on his cheeks, nose, and ears.
“Take it with me?” he offered tentatively, cocking his head just slightly to the side as he awaited your response.
Your heart caught in your throat as your nerves began to vibrate beneath your skin and your blood pooled up at the surface of it. You even felt your palms heat up and begin to prickle painfully, warning that your hands were soon to be damp with nervous sweat. In your entire relationship with Kiku- which has lasted nearly three years- you had never seen him naked, and he never saw you naked, either.
“Are you sure?” you asked apprehensively, taking the towel into your hands and tearing your eyes away from his gaze. “It would be kind of weird to bathe in a swimsuit…” you mused in a hush-tone, wiping your sweaty hands off on the towel. You wanted to make sure that he was fully aware of what he was suggesting…
“No, no bathing suits.” he laughed, shaking his head. “I’m sure.” he stated with a rare look of confidence in his dark brown eyes.
You nodded meekly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep him from seeing how ecstatic you were that he was so willing to include you in one of his favorite rituals. When you first began dating, you were surprised he started including you in any of them at all, knowing beforehand how fiercely independent he truly was. You never imagined he’d let you have tea with him in his tea room, that he would let you lay in his lap while he read, or that he would let you hold his hand as you two walked through seas of cherry blossoms at Shinjuku Gyoen park.
Now you could take baths with him, too?
Within moments, you were standing in the washroom with him, unable to look up from your feet as he began to disrobe. You two had been an item for years, and you should have been comfortable with seeing him in such an intimate light, but you weren’t. Your stomach was in knots as you waited for him to get into the tub, not daring to open your fear-filled (e/c) eyes until you heard the water splash, indicating he’d gotten into it.
You finally looked at him again, your face ablaze as you looked at his bare chest, which was much fitter than it felt when you laid against it. His pale white skin was kissed with shades of light red and pink as it heated up in the hot bathwater. He sighed in relaxation, sinking down deeper into the tub and closing his eyes.
“I won’t look if you are not ready for me to see you like this.” he murmured sweetly. Though his eyes were closed already, he even put a warm washcloth on his face to further reassure you that he wouldn’t dare take a peek unless you told him it was alright.
“Thank you, Kiku.” you whispered before hurriedly peeling off your pajamas, using the towel to cover yourself once you were exposed. You were still a bit nervous about getting in the bath with him, and even considered not doing it… but your legs began to move without your consent, and slowly, you eased yourself into the steaming, warm water, letting the towel fall to the floor once you were fully submerged.
Sounding nearly identical to the one made moments before, you sighed deeply and sunk deeper into the tub until your chin and head were all that remained above the surface of the soapy bathwater.
All of the nerves you had felt previously were diminished by the soothing warmth of the water and by Kiku’s presence in it with you. It was really no different from spending time with him anywhere else, and your desire to be near him was more than satisfied.
“Huh?” you spat when you felt him shift in the water until he sat up in front of you. Out of instinct, you shut your eyes tightly. As soon as you did, you felt a warm washcloth being draped over them, the warmth spreading through your face and making you calm again- enough to doze off right there in the bath. You could see why he always stayed in there for so long; it was really a great time to clear head and unwind before bed.
Moments passed and dreams began to dance before your eyes. Your lips were slightly parted as you laid back and your heart began to beat slowly and evenly.
---
Too soon, Kiku stood from the bath and declared that you’d better get out unless you wanted to go
to sleep looking like an elderly woman with pruney skin. Without thinking, you tore the washcloth away from your tired eyes and looked up at your boyfriend’s completely naked frame. Before he noticed you were staring at him like a deer in the headlights, you dunked your head completely into the soapy bathwater, not even taking a breath before you did so because you were in a panic.
You raised your head above water when you had to breathe again and glanced over at Kiku to see he’d quickly thrown on a t-shirt and grey bottoms to wear to sleep, already in the process of wringing the water from his black tresses.
“I will be in the room.” he said before leaving.
You quickly dried and dressed yourself in the clothes that Kiku had already brought into the washroom for you before the bath and found your way to your bedroom. You laid on your shikibuton, which you had dragged across the room to lie overlapping Kiku’s after having lived there for so many months, and curled up into a ball underneath your blankets.
“おやすみなさい.” Kiku whispered into your ear, lying next to you.
You stayed awake despite how exhausted you had somehow become after taking a bath with Kiku, unable to shake the feeling of happiness knowing that Kiku had willingly made you apart of all of his daily routines, even one as private and important to him as relaxing in the bath. You smiled as you laid against him, resting your head on his chest. You felt him drape his arm over you and his hand rest on your back.
"あいしてる, Kiku." you murmured to him before you finally let sleep overtake you.
"あいしてる, (Name)." he said gently, looking down at you to give you a peck on the lips, but you had already fallen asleep.
It had been that way for most of the evening, for most of the days since he asked you to move in with him.
It was where you liked to be; you had the opportunity of being close, but not too close, and of being able to see whatever he was doing without hovering over his shoulder (albeit you saw all of those things upside down).
You lifted your head up slightly and turned over so that you were on your back. Unconsciously, he adjusted his lap to accommodate you, and once you sat still, his free hand immediately went to toy with your (h/l) (h/c) hair.
Though immersed in his novel, he tore his gaze away from it momentarily to look into your (e/c) eyes and smiled warmly at you. You grinned back and shut your eyes, but opened them again and jumped slightly when he pinched your cheek.
“(Name), かわいい, ね.” he cooed.
You reached for his hand and frowned, trying to pull it away from your cheek unsuccessfully. When he stopped pinching you, he cupped his hand and you nuzzled against it, mostly to hide your face, which was bright red from embarrassment.
You two sat in calm silence for a little while longer. He still let you hold his hand against your face as he used the other to pick up his tea cup and take one final sip of it before it was empty. He set it down on the table in front of you with a click.
“I’m getting up.” he declared gently, as though he knew it would bother you. And he was right; it did. You hated it when he moved you to the side and left the room. He never wanted to stand when you were on his lap, though, in much the same way that he would spend hours neglecting his daily needs because he didn’t want to disturb his puppy from its slumber. He rolled you cautiously to the side until you lay face-down on the carpeted floor, closing your eyes tightly as you felt the warmth of his presence disappear from around you.
As per his nightly routine, you heard his footsteps shuffle for a moment, followed by the sound of a faucet being turned on and water pouring into a large porcelain tub.
“Ugh.” you groaned loudly enough for him to hear all the way from the bathroom, despite the fact that your voice was muffled because your face was buried into the carpet. Kiku always took forever with baths; by the time he was finished, you had usually fallen asleep. But this evening, you were feeling especially hungry for his company near to you, so even though you didn’t like showing that being apart made you uneasy and fully respected his need for alone time, you couldn’t help but let yourself slip up in your nonchalant façade.
“ごめん, (Name).” he called out from the bathroom, followed by a brief peal of laughter.
Mustering up your strength, you sat up and gathered yourself to your feet, figuring you may as well not wait up for him. But before you could head off to your shared bedroom, you turned round on your heel and saw Kiku standing in front of you, holding out a towel to you, a dark blush on his cheeks, nose, and ears.
“Take it with me?” he offered tentatively, cocking his head just slightly to the side as he awaited your response.
Your heart caught in your throat as your nerves began to vibrate beneath your skin and your blood pooled up at the surface of it. You even felt your palms heat up and begin to prickle painfully, warning that your hands were soon to be damp with nervous sweat. In your entire relationship with Kiku- which has lasted nearly three years- you had never seen him naked, and he never saw you naked, either.
“Are you sure?” you asked apprehensively, taking the towel into your hands and tearing your eyes away from his gaze. “It would be kind of weird to bathe in a swimsuit…” you mused in a hush-tone, wiping your sweaty hands off on the towel. You wanted to make sure that he was fully aware of what he was suggesting…
“No, no bathing suits.” he laughed, shaking his head. “I’m sure.” he stated with a rare look of confidence in his dark brown eyes.
You nodded meekly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep him from seeing how ecstatic you were that he was so willing to include you in one of his favorite rituals. When you first began dating, you were surprised he started including you in any of them at all, knowing beforehand how fiercely independent he truly was. You never imagined he’d let you have tea with him in his tea room, that he would let you lay in his lap while he read, or that he would let you hold his hand as you two walked through seas of cherry blossoms at Shinjuku Gyoen park.
Now you could take baths with him, too?
Within moments, you were standing in the washroom with him, unable to look up from your feet as he began to disrobe. You two had been an item for years, and you should have been comfortable with seeing him in such an intimate light, but you weren’t. Your stomach was in knots as you waited for him to get into the tub, not daring to open your fear-filled (e/c) eyes until you heard the water splash, indicating he’d gotten into it.
You finally looked at him again, your face ablaze as you looked at his bare chest, which was much fitter than it felt when you laid against it. His pale white skin was kissed with shades of light red and pink as it heated up in the hot bathwater. He sighed in relaxation, sinking down deeper into the tub and closing his eyes.
“I won’t look if you are not ready for me to see you like this.” he murmured sweetly. Though his eyes were closed already, he even put a warm washcloth on his face to further reassure you that he wouldn’t dare take a peek unless you told him it was alright.
“Thank you, Kiku.” you whispered before hurriedly peeling off your pajamas, using the towel to cover yourself once you were exposed. You were still a bit nervous about getting in the bath with him, and even considered not doing it… but your legs began to move without your consent, and slowly, you eased yourself into the steaming, warm water, letting the towel fall to the floor once you were fully submerged.
Sounding nearly identical to the one made moments before, you sighed deeply and sunk deeper into the tub until your chin and head were all that remained above the surface of the soapy bathwater.
All of the nerves you had felt previously were diminished by the soothing warmth of the water and by Kiku’s presence in it with you. It was really no different from spending time with him anywhere else, and your desire to be near him was more than satisfied.
“Huh?” you spat when you felt him shift in the water until he sat up in front of you. Out of instinct, you shut your eyes tightly. As soon as you did, you felt a warm washcloth being draped over them, the warmth spreading through your face and making you calm again- enough to doze off right there in the bath. You could see why he always stayed in there for so long; it was really a great time to clear head and unwind before bed.
Moments passed and dreams began to dance before your eyes. Your lips were slightly parted as you laid back and your heart began to beat slowly and evenly.
---
Too soon, Kiku stood from the bath and declared that you’d better get out unless you wanted to go
to sleep looking like an elderly woman with pruney skin. Without thinking, you tore the washcloth away from your tired eyes and looked up at your boyfriend’s completely naked frame. Before he noticed you were staring at him like a deer in the headlights, you dunked your head completely into the soapy bathwater, not even taking a breath before you did so because you were in a panic.
You raised your head above water when you had to breathe again and glanced over at Kiku to see he’d quickly thrown on a t-shirt and grey bottoms to wear to sleep, already in the process of wringing the water from his black tresses.
“I will be in the room.” he said before leaving.
You quickly dried and dressed yourself in the clothes that Kiku had already brought into the washroom for you before the bath and found your way to your bedroom. You laid on your shikibuton, which you had dragged across the room to lie overlapping Kiku’s after having lived there for so many months, and curled up into a ball underneath your blankets.
“おやすみなさい.” Kiku whispered into your ear, lying next to you.
You stayed awake despite how exhausted you had somehow become after taking a bath with Kiku, unable to shake the feeling of happiness knowing that Kiku had willingly made you apart of all of his daily routines, even one as private and important to him as relaxing in the bath. You smiled as you laid against him, resting your head on his chest. You felt him drape his arm over you and his hand rest on your back.
"あいしてる, Kiku." you murmured to him before you finally let sleep overtake you.
"あいしてる, (Name)." he said gently, looking down at you to give you a peck on the lips, but you had already fallen asleep.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the plot.
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Please stop me this is the third one I've written for Japan.
Free him.
And another thing; why do all of my fics for him end in sleep?
Setting: Tokyo, Japan
Age of Reader: 20's
Notes:
e/c (eye color)
h/c (hair color)
h/t (hair texture)
Translations:
かわいい, ね {kawaii, ne} : correct me if I'm wrong but I believe this is a super informal way of saying someone is very cute
ごめん {gomen} : sorry
おやすみなさい {oyasuminasai} : goodnight
あいしてる {aishiteru} : I love you
Hetalia (c) - Hidekaz Himaruya
Free him.
And another thing; why do all of my fics for him end in sleep?
Setting: Tokyo, Japan
Age of Reader: 20's
Notes:
e/c (eye color)
h/c (hair color)
h/t (hair texture)
Translations:
かわいい, ね {kawaii, ne} : correct me if I'm wrong but I believe this is a super informal way of saying someone is very cute
ごめん {gomen} : sorry
おやすみなさい {oyasuminasai} : goodnight
あいしてる {aishiteru} : I love you
Hetalia (c) - Hidekaz Himaruya
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Adorable, sweet, and cute!