Sweetly biting

15.

Izuna:

We existed in a state of bliss after that night.

We could finally begin enjoying the fact that we were together, in the same house, not a great distance apart.

I had some of Tobirama's staff ship my things from my home to his, including all of my instruments. I missed my mess of a home, my post-it's, my AGA, but it was nothing compared to the bliss of living with Tobirama.

One morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Confused, I walked out of the bedroom. In the kitchen, I stopped dead.

On the kitchen island stood a ginormous bouquet of the most gorgeous hot pink hydrangeas I had ever seen. And all around the kitchen, on the drawers, on the fridge, on the windows, even on the floor, were post-it notes in all sorts of colours and shapes. And next to the bouquet was about fifty stacks of the notes, blank, unopened.

I walked around the kitchen in awe. There were things written on every one of the post-its in a handwriting that must've been Tobirama's.

I read the ones on the countertop first.

'Went to work.'

'Have a good day.'

'I love you.'

Then, I went to the window.

'I like your home more than mine but I hoped I'd make it feel more like home to you.'

The ones one the floor and kitchen island were adorable love declarations.

'I love your cute little face.'

'I love the calluses on your lovely fingers'

'You are a true musician, Izuna. More so than me.'

'<3'

Some were far more heated.

'I want to put your fingers in my mouth and suck them...'

'I have no plan on cleaning your sperm of my wing from last week...'

'Can't believe you made me scream ;)'

And there it was. The tug in my stomach. A suction. As if a whirlpool had been created in my soul. I made him use his voice... I made Tobirama Senju use his voice...

He hadn't uttered a sound since then, but we were still in a mild shock about it. The post-it was the first mention of it, but from time to time, when I came to hug Tobirama from behind as he was cooking, or when he lifted me up and twirled me around when he walked past me, we would lock eyes and just lose ourselves in the other, and we both knew what the other was thinking about.

I went to the bouquet, and saw that a post-it was attached to it as well, blue and shaped like a butterfly.

'Do you want to be my boyfriend?'

Tears welled up in my eyes. I immediately took my phone out.

Me: 'Yes...'

Tobirama: 'You serious?'

Me: 'My life is a dream and it's thanks to you. I'm yours for as long as you want me.'

Tobirama; 'I want you forever. I will do my best to get off early.'

Me: 'See you tonight, screamer :*'

Tobirama: 'A slut just for u :*'

I blushed and looked away from the screen.