𝐼𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 🌸 イケメン戦国

Running // Ieyasu Tokugawa

"Where do you go every morning?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Who else do I talk to?"

You blush at his silly remark. But you know he's just curious and protective. Making yourself comfortable in his lap, you explain.

"Well, every morning, as the sun is setting, I take out for my daily jog."

"Your daily jog? Why would you purposefully go on a run? I don't understand you." He looks down at the drink in his hand.

All the warlords had just finished a meeting when you walked in. Laughter filled the room and dispersed into the open halls. Every man acknowledged you, whether it be a slight nod, wave or a flat out hello.

Ieyasu was used to you getting all the attention. In fact, he didn't mind it, at least he didn't show it. Nothing about you really bothered him. He might argue a lot (all the frikkin time) and complain about the little things you do (everything you do, even having a confused look) but he loves you and strongly accepts you.

"Would you like to join me tomorrow?"

"No, I would not."

The next morning Ieyasu was ready for running as soon as the sun leaked over the mountains. He put on his outfit for the day and set off to find you.

"Oh! Good morning, love. I didn't expect to see you up so early." You both shared a kiss.

"You wanted me to go jogging with you. I don't want to, but if it will make you happy, then I'll do it." He sulks.

You had simply invited him, it didn't bother you, jogging alone, but you weren't about to push him away. You open your arms, inviting him into your embrace.

He stares at you bewildered for a moment before snuggling into your neck. "Can we cuddle instead?"

To your surprise, Ieyasu lifted your half naked body into the air and pushed you down onto the futon. He pries himself between your legs and lays flat on top of you, head resting on your stomach, hands gripping your sides.

"You're not even ready yet. Stay here with me."

"I just woke! But honey," you brush his bangs out of his face and his green orbs peak up at you, begging. Who would say no to him? He's never asked for cuddles before. It makes your heart warm to know he craves your affection so much. "O-okay."

A few minutes pass in each other's arms. Very few words are exchanged. The only thing on your lips is a pleasant smile. Buuut ... of course you were wondering ...

"Were you actually going to run with me?" You brush hair out of his eyes again.

"Oh heavens no."