Losing track of time with aren kuboyasu (m!reader x aren kuboyasu)

Chapter 13

You both sit down at the dinner table. „Enjoy your food, sweetheart.". Aren softly smiles while brushing your bangs out of your face. „I.. I hope it's to your liking."

You dig in. The omlette's soft and fluffy, but at the same time, it's sturdy enough to not melt in your mouth. It's not dry, but it's not liquid either. The saltiness hits the spot while you taste the ham that was randomly dropped in during the process of cooking.

„Mmmh~!", you gasp. „It's delicious~!". Aren starts chuckling. „I told you I'm good at this, love.". He picks up a piece of omelette with his chopsticks. „Open wide~", Aren whispers, guiding his hand towards your mouth.

You get flustered, as you open your mouth for him. Expecting some omelette, a pair of lips meet yours. Aren softly guides his tongue along your bottom lip. You let out a small gasp. He slowly pulls away. „I'm sorry, darling. I couldn't help it.", he whispers, kissing you on your forehead.

You sit there, a flustered mess. The only thing you were able to get out was a muffled „oh."
After a few seconds, you take another bite of the omelette. Hiding your face in your shirt, you whisper underneath your breath. „I liked that."

„What was that?". Aren's deep voice makes you flinch together. „N-nothing! It's fine! Ahaha..."
He pats you on your head. „There, there... it's okay, I'm here.", he sighs, sarcastically. „Come on, your food's getting cold. You can't hide in there forever.". He shuffles next to you, giving you the opportunity to lean on his shoulder.

„Come on, don't you wanna finish dinner?", he whispers as he takes out your hair tie. It's a slow process, he wants to make sure he doesn't accidentally pull out your hair. You slowly look up again. Aren is holding some of the omelette with his chopsticks. „Seriously, eat up now."

You take a bite. „Heavenly...", you mumble, as you slowly chew the omelette and swallow it. „I'm glad you like it. We should still do our homework after dinner tho. I'll go clean the dishes and then we'll work on that. You eat up in peace.". He gently ruffles through your hair again.

— after you ate up ehheehe I'm sorry I hate writing non-interaction shite —

You bring your empty plate over to Aren. „It was delicious. Thank you... love." That last part was almost inaudible. But when you look up at Aren again, he was the flustered mess. He grabs your hands tightly. „Where should our honeymoon be.", he almost shouts.

You laugh out loud. „Aren! I told you, it's too early.. but to be honest, I think any location is perfect as long as it's with you.", you respond lighthearted. „I give in. Let's get married when we're old enough.". You smile.

Aren turned into a sobbing mess. You did not expect him to be this emotional. You take him into your arms. „Shh.. I told you, let's enjoy right now. The future comes later.". Aren tightly hugs you. Before he stops crying, you hear him whisper one thing.

„I love you so fucking much."