"Sumiaki?"
A quiet sigh left the gentle giant's lips as he cuddled his head more into the nook of your neck and shoulder, his hands tiredly resting on your hips.
"Are you okay?"
He let out another quiet sigh before he finally responded, "I'm exhausted [f/n]."
You knew exhausted was an understatement - his rugby bag hanging from his shoulder with his uniform haphazardly stuffed inside, you could tell by the dirt collected onto the spikes of his cleats that practice was especially hard today.
You rose one of your hands up to play in the damp blonde strands of his hair, the other coming to rest on his back, gently massaging the tense muscles that laid hidden underneath his shirt.
You could help but worry a little bit at the toll that his passion took on him. But rugby was something that Iwashimizu loved - and who would you be to discourage him from it?
A couple moments passed with the two of you standing there, his head resting on your shoulder as you soothingly massaged his back. You finally pulled away, your [e/c] eyes looking up into his honey ones, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips.
"C'mon, let's go take a nap on the couch."
You led him over to the small living room that you shared together, your hand taking a light hold of his as he tiredly followed behind you.
You motioned him over after laying onto the couch, your arms coming to surround him as he rested against your chest.
You smiled lightly at how silly it might look, Iwashimizu's 190 cm form laying against your much smaller one. You didn't mind though, cuddling with you being the big spoon was something you knew Sumiaki loved, especially when he needed and wanted nothing more than to feel you wrap around him as much as your arms would let you.
He never told you how much he actually loved it, it was comforting to him and something he looked forward to every night he came home.
You played with his hair as he wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, his face burying deeper into your chest, his breathing quickly matching yours.
You peppered kissed across the crown of his head, feeling as he smiled against your skin.
"Can we stay like for a while, [f/n]?"
He tilted his head to glance up at you, his checked tinted with a faint blush as his eyes darted from glancing at yours then to your lips and back.
You pressed a gentle kiss against his lips, seemingly reading his mind before pulling away to press another one onto his forehead.
"As long as you'd like, Sumiaki."
