ᗩᑎᘜᗴᒪOᑭᕼᗩᑎIᑕ ── 𝗆. 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗈

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜. ♥︎ ✦

synopsis: your boyfriend seems to be pretty sad lately, so you decide to give him a surprise.

warnings: maybe some signs of obsessive behavior, just a tiny bit of angst (not even sure if this counts) and kissing.

word count: 1.3k

♥︎ ✦

Charcoal eyes blinked sleepily at the sound of knuckles hitting a wooden surface. The blond, however, opted to ignore it in favor of getting some more sleep. A minute or so passed, yet the sounds did not seem to fade. Manjiro huffed, a loud groan escaping his lips. There was no way the boy was going to leave the comfort of his bed to open the door. Manjiro had already made that decision when he was forcefully pulled out from his deep slumber. 

The knocking did not cease, and Manjiro pressed the pillow harshly against his ears to muffle the sounds. Where was Emma? Oh, right... He had forgotten that she had stayed over at Hinata's place for a sleepover. For once would he actually prefer she was home, but no, she just had to go and have a sleepover. Not to mention with a person she barely knew! The betrayal...

Realizing that the visitor — or rather, his next victim — would not leave, the blond angrily threw his pillow to the floor as he got out of bed. Stomping towards the front door, he could hear Shinichiro's distant cries, warning him not to do something he might regret. Ignoring his own conscience, the blond swung the door open forcefully, fully prepared to confront and unleash his fury on the person who awaited him.

However, instead of being met by the face of some random dumbass, it was you who were standing before him. Smiling all innocent as if you hadn't just woken him up from his very much needed slumber at god knows what hour. Though, the boy couldn't bring himself to be mad. You were just being so cute, and he could already feel his mood begin to lift from his previous tantrum.

Before the boy could utter a word, he felt something being shoved against his face. A sweet and tender fragrance entering his nostrils as a type of unknown euphoria spread through his senses. Opening his eyes, charcoal was met by deep and vibrant crimson, an ocean of blood-red roses presented before them.

A smile soon found its way to his face, albeit slightly shaky, his face flushed with a soft shade of pink. His hands were trembling just a little bit and he could feel a tornado of butterflies swarming aggressively inside his stomach. "What's this for?" He asked, voice strained from emotion.

You smiled at him with that endless sweetness that you met everyone with, but was always a bit softer and more affectionate when directed at him. (E/c) I eyes conveying nothing but pure adoration and endless devotion that made his heart squeeze whenever eye contact was made between you both.

The answer didn't come straight away, as you looked down to avoid making further eye contact. A sudden portrayal of shyness that wasn't present before. Hands fidgeting as you played with the hem of your shirt. Then you faced him again, cheeks coated with a pinkness of your own.

"It's just that you've been kind of down lately and I wanted to cheer you up," you mumbled quietly, a faint smile grazing your lovely lips.

Oh, how lucky he was to have you by his side.

"Do you not like them?" You asked, eyes betraying a hint of worry and uncertainty. Manjiro shook his head in response to your question. Because how could he not like them? They were a gift from you. Everything that came from you held an air of divinity and otherworldliness. Should anyone believe otherwise, he would make sure to change that.

"No, of course I like them," he found himself speaking in a rather rushed manner, nervousness getting the best of him. He just couldn't help it. The giddiness was unbearable. Knowing how much you must have worried about him to come so early in the morning to make his day better. All this, simply done for the sake of his happiness.

"But you didn't have to come this early (Y/n)-chan," he said, shaking his head amusedly. "You know how much I hate waking up too early in the morning."

A fleeting hint of mischief passed your pools of (e/c) as you snickered slightly for some unknown reason. Manjiro arched an eyebrow at that, not quite understanding what was so funny.

"Jiro, it's 2 in the afternoon," you said, soft giggles escaping your lips. Cheeks flushing red at your words, the blond hid his face behind the bouquet of roses he held in his grasp. Then he felt your soft, slightly cool fingertips, touching his hands, as you carefully lowered the flowers in his hands to get a look of his face.

Manjiro sighed, coal eyes peering at you with fondness, enjoying the way your soft hands caressed his own, as you were still trying to calm down from the excessive giggling. A sudden idea entered his mind as he continued to stare at your pretty lips, tongue peeking out to wet his dry ones. The boy leaned in, left hand cupping your slightly flushed cheek. 

Giggles were suddenly muffled as a soft texture pressed against your exposed lips. You blinked in surprise before relaxing and leaning into his soft touch. The rosy scent coming from the lonely rose petal between your lips adding some sort of dreaminess to the sensation, as your mouths moved in a sensual dance, lips molding together.

The blond boy sighed against the floral leaf as his other hand let go of the bouquet in favor of sneaking his arm around your waist. Thumb drawing absentminded circles on your soft, plush cheek as he pressed your body closer against his own — as if it was possible. He just couldn't take it. He needed to feel you, to hear you, to smell you. He needed your everything — whatever you were willing to give and beyond.

However, like every human did, you needed air. So your soft, gentle, tender hands began to push his chest. But Manjiro didn't budge, needing you just as much, if not even more. He felt as if he would suffocate in the next few seconds, were your body to get away from his own.

You panted as the boy finally let go, cheeks now flushed with a deep shade of crimson. Petal falling down from where it had been previously held captive, floating freely in the air until it reached the cold pavement. Vibrant red texture now scrunched and dry-looking in appearance. Manjro's kisses were always sweet and gentle, but could sometimes turn passionate and demanding. Possessive even.

Manjiro stared at you, mind filled with spiraling thoughts of you, you, you... He pressed his forehead against yours, breaths mixing together as neither of you still have managed to calm down from the wonderful kisses you both shared. Coal eyes filled with adoration and endless pinning for you.

'I love you,' he breathed out, admiring the dreamy and slightly dizzy look on your face. The sound faint, but holding so much emotion within it, you feared your knees would give out. Manjiro smirked at that, finding your state truly mesmerizing. A sense of pride enveloping  his senses at the fact that he was the one to make you feel this way.

Then you smiled, that usual breathtaking smile that was just so you. And the blond felt his breath catch in his throat, unable to produce anymore thoughts. Mind growing empty as you uttered the words he always found himself craving, despite the many times you've already uttered them to each other. The sound faint, like a distant whisper, yet so powerful it shook through his core.

"I love you, too."