♡ Was in the mood for malewife Akaza. Includes an excerpt at the end!
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➷ Akaza values spending time with you; hence, baking is a perfect activity
➷ Typically, he's off doing missions for Muzan, so he'll probably come home and find you in the midst of making some sweets
➷ He automatically knows you're making thumbprint cookies based off the faint smell of vanilla and the jar of jam on the counter since he makes them for you often
➷ Although he can't eat it, he enjoys helping you make it. He finds it easier to express his love through his actions than words, so he believes it's the least he can do
➷ it also gives him an excuse to give you back hugs
➷ Insists you're not strong enough to use the hand mixer yourself, so he'll place his hand above yours while the machine whisks away
➷ He's actually quite good at baking. Considering his strength, you'd think his imprints would leave cracks on the cookies, but it never happens
➷ Once the trays of cookies are in the oven, he's already put the leftover ingredients away and is getting ready to wash any used cooking supplies. Even if you insist on helping him, he'll only let you wipe the countertops down.
➷ Even if he won't admit it, he thrives on these rare domestic moments. He'd rather die than let someone see him so vulnerable. But if it's you, he doesn't mind letting his walls down
As the damp towel collects the remnants of your earlier project, a mischievous thought crosses your mind. You pull the flour bag within your reach, dropping the towel beside it before calling Akaza — who's across the kitchen, putting away the now-dried dishes. Arms outstretched, you wordlessly ask for a hug. His face softens as he looks at you; he finds it adorable whenever you ask for affection. So he pulls you close, reuniting you with his warm embrace, his muscular arms around your waist. You gaze into yellow eyes, filled with affection and admiration — a sight exclusively for you.
You scan his face, feigning shock, claiming there's something on his face. Offering to clean it off, you instead coat your finger in flour before dragging it along his cheek to draw a heart. You can't help but laugh at his bewildered face before kissing his stained cheek. He mimics you, brushing his now powered finger onto your lips.
"You missed a spot," he smirks before connecting his lips to yours.
