𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘; ~🎀ꩇׁׅ݊.ϐׁׅ֒.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You and your beloved boyfriend were on about arguing whether you or him looked better in each others' clothes when suddenly, he realizes you're not wearing a bra.

Malachi stood before you, his hair messier than usual due to you playing with it, an ever so bright smile on his lips, despite having only just unstuck himself from the comfort of the couch, he showed anything but tiredness in his eyes.

He was always just so full of energy... your boyfriend.

"No, I'm pretty sure it looks better 'cause you're the one wearing it. I'm sure if I wore your clothes I wouldn't look even half as good"
a sarcastic tone to his complaint, his voice slurred over the last words, achieving his goal of making you giggle at his ridiculousness.

It was always his main objective; his main goal- to make you laugh, however stupid he must look to do so. It simply brought him such joy that he couldn't help but try and pull out another smile of yours that he so adored.

"You're such a clown, you know... I can always give you some of my clothes to try on just to prove that you are the only one here that can pull of pretty much anything".

As you spoke, your hand came out to grab onto his own t-shirt that he was currently wearing almost as if you were stabilising yourself as you laughed. Malachi noticed this, though instead of remaining in his standing position, he took a step forward, towards you, and it was crystal clear that he had thought you meant something else with your light grip.

From their previous place beside his torso, his arms came up ever so slightly, wrapping them around your lower waist.

In spite of having not expected him to bring you into a hug, you were more than welcome to do so, snaking your own arms around his neck as he pulled you flush against his body.

"I wouldn't want to ruin your perfect cloth--"

as you held him, you noticed his voice slowly start to fade out as he spoke and you could only wonder what had happened. Rather strange of him, you lifted your head away from his neck and turned so you could look at him;

"Baby?"
as though the sound of his favorite nickname snapped him out of his peculiar reaction, you felt his hands unclasp behind your back, promptly pulling away and leaving you somewhat concerned:

"Is everything alright?"

now able to get a good look at his face, you noticed a slight tint of red brushed over his cheeks in a way you had only ever seen when he was embarrassed or even flustered, which isn't too often since he is the one who always makes flirty comments or initiates conversations with that same energy.

Noticing your expression, turning more worried as the seconds passed, he shook his head as a quick response. His words, however, took a little longer for him to arrange in his mind:

"I just didn't think you won't be wearing a bra..."

in confusion, you thought over what he had said, tilting your head. Wasn't it just normal for girls to- oh. Of course he was no girl.

"Baby, did you seriously think I slept in those things?" his eyes shifted away to a remote point behind you, a pensive expression on his face as he wondered over your question. Truly, he hadn't had a clue.

"I thought maybe it gave you more support- I mean-" before he was able to finish his sentence, you let out an amused giggle at his answer. He turned back to you, figuring out that perhaps he needed to learn a thing or two about girls before he started coming up with arguments in favor of bras.

And he was more than compliant to listen if it was you that taught him.