Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ Proposal ❤

A/N: Yet another request by SoMuchAnxietea. Please know that you can make as many requests as you'd like, as long as it's something I'm comfortable with. So, this'll be pretty fluffy, I thought this was pretty cute, ngl. So, we shall begin!

Señor 'Splosion's POV

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe," Eijirou flopped his arms over my shoulders and leaned onto me with his full weight.

"What?" I asked, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm sleepy," he murmured, putting his chin on my shoulder.

"Well, then we're getting your ass to bed, c'mon," I said, hoisting him onto my back.

"You best cuddle with me, Katsu," he yawned as I dropped him on the bed.

"I will, I promise," I said, about to get in bed when my phone rang.

"After I take this call," I sighed, grabbing my phone and walking out of the bedroom.

The caller ID was from the nearby jeweler in the prefecture.

"Perfect," I hissed, answering the phone.

♤♤♤

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Motherfucking alarm clock.

I slowly opened my eyes and hit snooze before sitting up.

Rubbing my eyes, I went through my agenda today.

Just some office work for today, as far as I know. Eijirou has patrol today, so I gotta make sure I know where he is in the prefecture before I go to the jeweler. Fucking took them long enough.

I looked next to me to see Eijirou still asleep. His hair was flat and matted, some sticking to his face as he snored not so softly.

I swear, some nights he sounds like a monster truck and other nights he sounds like a kitten. There is no in between.

"Hey, Rourou, c'mon," I murmured, shaking him lightly.

"Mmmmmm, I dun wanna," he groaned groggily.

"C'mon, teddy bear, you gotta get up," I said, pulling out some more pet names.

"Mmn... fine. But only because you asked so fucking nicely," he yawned, sitting up.

"You got hair on your face," I said, moving the strands away from his face and tucking it behind his ear.

"What's up with you? Why you bein' so wholesome at the ass crack of dawn?" Eijirou stretched, his shoulders popping and spine cracking.

"Because you're my baby, and I wanna make sure you wake up all nice and shit," I said, pecking his cheek before he stood.

"These are some real good boi hours," he murmured, making me laugh.

"C'mon. I bought eggs yesterday, so I can make you an omelet,"

"No fucking jalapeños this time. Not this early in the morning."

"It's only six,"

"Bitch, I'm goin' back to bed,"