Hidden Meanings

Lactose-Intolerant [Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu X Reader

This deleted, so re-publish. Thank god I had a back-up file. 

"Ugh..."

You couldn't help it- you laughed at your boyfriend's misery. "It's your fault for having pizza and icecream~"

"I didn't realize Hanamura's pizza would be that good, dammit...! I couldn't help myself!" Fuyuhiko groaned, curling more into a ball on the couch.

"You feeling side-effects?"

"Clearly..."

"Aw, come here."

Instead of Fuyuhiko complying, you shuffled closer to him on the couch, hooking an arm around his waist and pulling the short male towards you.

"I feel like my stomach's about to combust," Fuyuhiko moaned, burying his head into your neck. "Goddammit..."

"You're lactose-intolerant, you know what happens when you have too much lactose," you reminded your boyfriend.

The Ultimate Yakuza puffed out his cheeks and blew, causing a tickling sensation along your jawline. "I o-overestimated m-my limits..."

"Clearly," you remarked.

Fuyuhiko shifted, instead wrapping his arms comfortably around you, but still resting his head on your shoulder. "... God, t-this is hell..." he choked out.

You took his hand, rubbing circles in the palm of his left hand. To your surprise, Fuyuhiko let out what seemed to be almost a purr.

"Was that a purr?"

His golden-brown eyes, formerly closed, flicked open. "Dunno, don't care..."

He went back to nuzzling your neck and you tried your best to cut off a giggle at the feeling.

When you first met Fuyuhiko, you never would've pegged him for a romantic. He was a short, foul-mouthed yakuza. It was rare he would even hold hands in public with you unless someone was eyeing his (y/n).

Yet, all that changed when he was either sleepy or just tired of putting up with things and willing to pull down his barriers. Holding hands, forehead kisses, he would even sometimes come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and blink sleepily at you.

"Do you need a tummy-rub?" You offered as the yakuza heir seemed to flinch again.

"Nah... I'm su-sure it'll be over... soon enough..."

You could feel his eyelashes closing against your skin, and, turning your head to face the yakuza beside you without shifting too much, you could see what could be counted as an angelic expression on his features.

"You're such a cutie pie, you know that?" You kissed his forehead.

"Don't call me that... (y/n)..." Fuyuhiko slurred and only snuggled against you more.