[✓] 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 . suna rintarou

36. handprint (flashback)

warning
mature content ahead
mentions of prop/fake blood

narrator's pov.

another day was spent with you and wakatoshi together. he was only staying in miyagi for so long and you wanted to fit time in your busy schedule to see him.

you were sitting on his bed, helping him plan his outfit for semi's halloween party that night.

"'toshi, you've shown me this same outfit three times."

"no, this one is a white dress shirt, that one is a cream dress shirt, and the first one was a gray dress shirt."

"let's just put fake blood on a normal white t-shirt, okay?"

"i only have one white t-shirt."

you squint at the entire block of his hanging closet which was filled with white shirts. "just... use one of these."

"i can't, they mean things to me," he dismissed the idea.

you laid down next to him groaning. "you're so difficult to work with."

he pulled his polo up over his head. "will this work?" he asked, revealing his sleeveless undershirt.

sitting up and taking a good look at it, you furrowed your eyebrows. "i thought you didn't like when people can see your nipples through your shirt?"

he quickly covered his pecs with his hands, "look away."

you narrowed your eyes, "you're shirtless in front of me all the time, i've seen them before."

"seeing them through a shirt is NOT the same," he argued. you shook your head and walked to his desk to grab the jar of fake blood you brought an hour ago at the costume store (where ushijima was too picky to decide from the selection they offered).

"if i put blood over where they are, you won't see them," you held out your hand, pulling him into the bathroom to start the splattering.

his arm was still covering his chest. "'toshi, drop your arm!"

"no."

"i need you to drop it for this," you tried (and failed) to pull it away. "oh my god, just take it off, we'll just do it in the bathtub."

he crossed his arms over and pulled the undershirt off, tossing it to you. you bent over the tub and laid it flat against the bottom while ushijima sat down on the edge with the fake blood. he looked away quickly when he noticed the lace edge if your panties leaking out of the bottom. since when did you wear skirts that short?

you took the fake blood from his hands and opened it, dipping your fingers in and flicking it over the shirt. he followed what you were doing and flipped it over to do the back.

he was about to put his hand print on it before you stopped him, "give it to me, i wanna do the handprint."

"why can't we both do it?"

"because you have bigger hands than me and it'll look weird with a bunch of different hands."

"are you body shaming me?"

"no! we just have varying hand sizes."

he grunted, "i see how it is."

you smiled and pushed your hand into his to take the sticky fake blood.  after placing your hand prints over it, you admired the shirt , "see!! it looks good."

he rolled his eyes and remained sitting with his arms crossed. "wakatoshi, why aren't you praising me for my amazing work?"

"i wanted to do that handprint," he complained.