Seiya x Reader Scenarios

How I spoil him

This is a request from @_LadyMoka_. I hope you like what I did and if you have other requests, feel free to make them in the comments!

Sitting in his studio apartment, I was disinfecting Seiya's wounds on his sofa "You really had to pull that stunt, didn't you?"

He was wincing at my surprisingly rough treatment, since I was normally much gentler with him "Ouch! Hyoga provoked me! Of course I had to do it!"

"Of course." I repeated with a grumble, lightly slapping his good shoulder "You are always so easy to provoke. If this happens again, you can treat yourself!"

"We both know that you will always treat me, no matter how silly I act." Grinning sheepishly, he nuzzled my shoulder "I like being treated by you the best! You take all the pain away."

"Really?" To prove a point, I put an extra amount of disinfect on his wound, making him wince loudly. Huffing, I put a bandage on his wound and then stroked it gently, taking the pain away like he said I would. Seeing him relax again, I sighed and put all the things back to the first aid kid "All right, all right. Enough pain for today. Let's eat some dinner. I will cook for you."

His eyes were sparkling when he heard me say that. Scooping closer, he asked "Can I choose the dish?"

"As long as we have the ingredients for it." I replied, making my way to the bathroom to store the first aid kid.

Smirking from left to right, Seiya requested "Can you make a potato dish?"

"Sure!"

As strange as it may sound, Seiya likes to eat potatoes. They are easy to get and hard to mess up during cooking. Marin used to try and beat a cook into him but Seiya simply isn't one to do house chores, to my dismay. The good thing is that even if he were to cook potatoes for too long, at least you can turn them into mashed potatoes. And it is fine! One can't be picky with a limited food resource!

That being said, Seiya is no way a picky eater! Sure, he prefers meat, after all he needs to get his nutrients for his training. He didn't build all those muscles with just vegetables! But he isn't an insane fan of vegetables either. See, as a Japanese, he enjoys a small salad as a side dish and he would prefer to get some kind of meat as a main dish. But if someone told him that he wouldn't be able to eat for a whole week because he couldn't afford it, he would run into the forest and hunt his meat himself. But there is no way he would ever throw a salad away. He lived in Greece for six years and he knows how many people starve to death because of how poor the country is.

Never, ever would he DARE to throw food away simply because he didn't like it.

He may be a brat and an idiot most of the time but isn't that much of a snob to waste good food.

After I checked what ingredients Seiya still had left, I decided to make a potato salad and some chicken as a main dish. Happy like a child, Seiya was laying on the sofa and watching me cook, cherishing how much I was doing for his happiness. When I was finished, Seiya at least helped to pour everything into plates and we sat together to eat.

Taking a bite, he exclaimed "So yummy!"

With a scoff I watched Seiya finishing his first bowl and asking for a second serving, looking much more like a normal teen than he was supposed to be. I was so happy to see Seiya so relaxed, not having to worry about what kind of opponent would threaten world peace. As I refilled his bow, I looked at the Pegasus Cloth that was sitting in one corner of the room. Seeing its silvery box, I asked "Does the cloth require repairing?"

Seiya was eating his salad, when I asked the question. With a bite in his mouth, he replied thoughtfully "The cloth did get many scratches in my last battle. I should ask Mu to repair them."

"Then I guess your next trip will be in Jamir." With the refilled bow in my hand, I returned to the table and placed it in front of Seiya "Do you want me to pack you some lunch?"

"You would do that for me?" Grinning happily, Seiya finished his salad and attacked his second serving.

I chuckled but then started to eat my own serving. Eventually he asked me how my day was and we talked about my school, my classmates and my studies.

When we ate up all the food, I started to clean the dishes and Seiya was taking a short nap on the sofa. I finished rather quickly and stepped to the sofa to tell Seiya that I had to go. But when I saw how peacefully he was sleeping, I couldn't help but carefully stroke the bangs out of his face "Sleep well, Seiya." I placed a soft kiss on his forehead and draped a blanket over him. Careful to be silent, I put the lights out and left Seiya's apartment.

When I was gone, Seiya blinked open his eyes and looked to his apartment door, smiling softly before closing his eyes again.

As brutal as his training was, he was rewarded for his hard work by having me by his side.

Just having me by his side is spoiling him already.