𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ❥︎ 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞

a/n: smut warning, yk to make up for me not updating in over a month ☺️

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"I'm still shocked that you manage to rent the entire restaurant out on such short notice."

"It wasn't too hard. Although Emi mainly did most of the talking,"

You grinned at the thought before speaking again.

"But did they not kick up a fuss?"

"Emi can be very persuasive."

You took a sip of the fruity drink in your glass.

"What are we doing after this?"

"Whatever you'd like."

"Nothing that costs money. You've spent enough on me the past 24 hours."

"Then we could stay here a little longer...or go for a walk..."

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

"Can we get dessert?"

"Renting out an entire ice cream parlour at this time of night might be tricky,"

"You don't have to do that,"

"I know,"  he said, voice calm. "But I want to,"

"You don't have to go over the top for everything. I'd be happy with whatever," you shook your head playfully.

"I know that too," he said, adjusting the buttons on the sleeves of his shirt. "But I enjoy spoiling you,"

"How about you spoil me with something simple,"

"Such as?"

"I don't know. Ben and Jerry's from the freezer?"

"We can do that, but we'd have to go buy some because there's none at home,"

"Can we get the chocolate fudge brownie?"

Giyuu's lips curved slightly. "Fine. But I'm driving, and you're not allowed to argue."

"Noted," you grinned as you both began getting up. "Just... Don't buy the whole store,"

"No promises," he replied smoothly, wrapping an arm around you as he led you to the exit.

-

The low hum of the car filled the air as Giyuu guided it back through the quiet streets, the city lights blurring past the window.

"You okay?" Giyuu asked, noticing how silent you were.

"I'm processing... things,"

"What 'things',"

Your eyes wandered around.

"It's a car..."

"Yeah, but it's your car. And you're using it to take me, to get Ben and Jerry's ice cream at 10 pm at night."

"Romantic." Giyuu stated, eyes on the road.

"Thank you," you turned your head to look at him properly.

He took a hand off the steering wheel and placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing it slightly.

"You're welcome,"

-

"Six tubs?" he raised an eyebrow.

"For now and the near future," you justified, closing the door of the supermarket's freezer with a soft click.

"I feel like we're overdressed," you commented, walking over to the till's with 3 out of the 6 tubs in your hand.

"I don't think there is a dress code for buying six tubs of ice cream,"