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Yaku Morisuke || Anniversary

 erodrelle I would like to apologize for how not really fluffy this turned out - I was afraid of making him OOC and I just couldn't for the life of me decide what to write.  

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When (f/n) thought back on her first year anniversary with Yaku, she couldn't fight off her smile. He'd done all the cliche things, despite not being the hopeless romantic type - made her a candle lit dinner in her dorm room, bought her a cute necklace, and then they watched cheesy movies and ate sweets together. It was great, and Yaku did it because he knew (f/n) would love it.

So, on their two year anniversary (f/n) said she'd do things for Yaku that she was sure he'd like - make a cheap dinner, present him with a present she knew he'd love, and then they could watch Star Trek again because Yaku was a sci-fi freak and wanted to watch Star Trek at least twice a month.

She was determined to make this anniversary as good for Yaku as he had made the last one for her, but nothing was going her way. The figurine she'd ordered for him hadn't arrived yet - even though it was supposed to arrive four days before, - she couldn't find Yaku's copies of the Star Trek movies, and she wasn't the most graceful person in the kitchen.

She called the mail company and they aplogized profusely for how late her things were and offered to refund her, but she told them it was fine (even though it very much wasn't). She also called a few of Yaku's friends to try and find his copies of the Star Trek movies, but nobody knew where they were, not even Yaku's roommate who borrowed the movies many times.

She tried - three times - to perfect making Yaku's favorite food, and failed every time, resulting in too many dishes for her to clean. Her fingers were wrinkled and smelt weird by the time she was done, and (f/n) was mad because how the hell did she manage to fuck up so much so quickly?

In the end, Yaku was walking through the door after work to find (f/n) was sat at his table with a large frown on her face. Her boyfriend addressed it immediately, asking her if she was okay and then asking what the hell the smell was that was wafting through his dorm.

"I tried," she started, looking at her hands. "I tried to make you your favorite food like you did for me last year."

She then handed him a slip of paper, which he read with a confused look on his face. "I ordered you a cool figurine as an anniversary gift but it hasn't arrived yet."

Yaku smiled slightly and walked towards his girlfriend, hands grabbing her face lightly. "Don't worry," he said to her in a soft voice. His lips met her forehead and then her cheeks and her nose. "I appreciate the thought, but I don't need a homemade meal or gifts to make me happy, (f/n). I just need you and some blankets and a lot of kisses."

The girl pouted, her eyes meeting Yaku's. "But we do that all the time - how am I supposed to make this day memorable for you if we do the same thing we do every weekend?"

Yaku pulled the girl up so he could sit in the chair and then had the girl sit on his lap, arms keeping her steady. "It's going to be memorable no matter what, (f/n)," he said to her, small smile on his face.

"I'm gonna remember this day forever - we've made it two years, and that's a long time for young adults like us. And I love you, so of course I'm going to remember the day that marks us making it so long, no matter how amazing or terrible the next anniversaries go, I'm gonna remember this one because I'm spending it with you and that's all that matters."

(f/n) smiled shyly and looked down at her hands in her lap. "That's good, because take out will be here in ten minutes. It's your second favorite, so hopefully that will make up for my terrible cooking skills."

"You've already made up for them if you've done the dishes," Yaku joked, and (f/n) lifted her hands for him to see them too, fingers still a little wrinkled from cleaning so many dishes.

"I hate dishes almost as much as I hate cooking," she informed him as he looked at her fingers, a small smile on his face.

"You don't ever have to cook for me, (f/n). Don't ever feel obligated to. If you ever want to and you don't think you can, just order take out. I appreciate the thought just as much."

"But what about when we're older and I want to cook you breakfast in bed or something cute like that? I'm going to have to have you wake up, have you cook the food, and then make you go back to bed and act surprised when I bring it to you."

Yaku looked at (f/n) with a fairly serious expression, his eyes still soft. "I'll teach you then. I'll teach you how to cook anything you want, okay?" (f/n) nodded, knowing that was the best thing she could ask for - Yaku was a master chef in his small, partially rundown kitchen; if anybody in the world could turn (f/n)'s disasters into masterpieces it would be him.

"I love you," she said to him, leaning forward to kiss him lightly.

"I love you too," Yaku said after their short kiss, bringing her in for one a bit longer and more passionate.

"Oh," (f/n) said, pulling away, moving her left hand to gesture at the mess of movies on the couch. "I also couldn't find your Star Trek movies anywhere, which I knew would be the perfect end to our night."

Yaku nodded knowingly and then shrugged. "I let Kuroo borrow them - he's actually just as much in love with them as I am."

"Morisuke! You should have told me, I spent hours looking through all of your movie cases for those damn things."

The boy laughed, a large smile on his face. "I didn't think you'd need them for anything!"

Yaku then proceeded to kiss her pout away, promising her that he'd ask her permission before letting Kuroo borrow his movies again. 

The take out came soon after and they sat on the couch together watching X-Men, smiling and laughing and feeding each other their food. It wasn't a typical anniversary, but that's not what mattered to Yaku - he had (f/n), and (f/n) was all he'd ever need.