𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚔//ᴍᴏʙʟɪᴛ ʙᴇʀɴᴇʀ

2. Thursday

"It's up and down the back, I don't think I'll ever be able to wear it again properly."

You let out a petite sigh of comfort as you felt your body relax, sinking into the mattress below you as your head rested upon the soft -yet firm- arm of your husband as he retold the prior events of the day -it now being close to the middle of the night, with a dim lighting shining through a nearby window, "What happened?"

"Are you sure you wanna know?"

You lifted your eyelids open and glanced one upwards to him curiously, mocha and (E/C) mixing together momentarily given that he was already looking your way before you closed your eyes once more, "It can't be that bad, can it?"

"It's not that it's necessarily bad, it's just that it's kinda... well, it's kinda stupid how I lost my favourite shirt." You felt a frown weigh on your lips, knowing fully well how much the male had cared for the navy article, 'He said it was one that his parents had gotten him when he decided to join the Scouts -yeah, it might be old, but he's treasured it ever since then as a reminder of them while out at work.'

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to y'know, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything."

Feeling a slight, gentle rumble emanate not too far off from you, you grinned as you could hear Moblit let out a deep chuckle, "No, no, you're fine." he started, "All that happened was Hange spilling this strange liquid on it. It clearly wasn't intentional by how devastated they looked, but it still got the same job done."

There was a minute silence that decorated the air surrounding you both, the two of you basking in it comfortably as his words sunk in, 'I'll have to see what I can do about that,' you thought to yourself, 'Hopefully I'll be able to fix it, but if not, at least he can still wear it at home. Hell, maybe he'd be able to get away with wearing it at work if no one cares enough.'

"Besides, I don't think you could if you tried." the brown-haired man suddenly spoke, a jovialness added to it that made you smile

"Making you uncomfortable? What, is that a challenge?" you hummed, raising a brow that you weren't sure he'd ever really see.

"What if it is? I'd love to see whatever you come up with."

You couldn't help but snicker as you readjusted your position smally, shifting your legs underneath the cool but cozy sheets, "Ok, but when I come for you don't forget that you started it." came your reply in a yawn.

The male reached his hand that was closer to your head and started to tenderly play with your hair, softly tugging every now and then with his fingertips and helping you ease further and further into a relaxed slumber as his following words echoed in your head, "I won't, (N/N)."

Thursday he had snuggled with you in bed.