Ikemen Sengoku One-Shots

Ieyasu (Fluff)

It was almost as if all of Azuchi could hear the couple yelling outside at each other. More of the woman doing so when the blonde male would say or do something snarky.

"How could you just tell me the night before you leave that you're going on a dangerous mission you've been aware of for weeks! And to do it so blandly like it's nothing? Ieyasu, you can't just leave me in the dark on this!" she exclaims, furious at her lover. She walks farther away from him as they stand a few feet apart.

"It's not that big of a deal. I'll only be gone for three days. Stop being foolish." He rolls his eyes dramatically, his arms crossed in an unfriendly manner. "There's no point in fighting about this now, I'm leaving tomorrow." The comment earns a glare from the woman.

"'Not that big of a deal', are you serious? You're going into enemy territory. No matter what it is you're doing there, shouldn't I be notified!? I worry about you Ieyasu!" She begins to walk inside, but is halted by a gentle grab to the wrist.

"Quit overreacting. We aren't done here." Bitter words compared to his sweet gesture. In that moment, she looks at him with more vexation in he eyes than he's ever seen.

She jerks her hand away quickly, looking his larger frame up and down before saying what would confuse him even years from now.

"You intolerant fuck waffle!" she shouts, before storming off. Being too confused on the term she just used, he watches her leave with high levels of disturbance. He doesn't move, he doesn't speak- too lost in his own head to do so. What does "waffle" even mean? Ieyasu, well knowing she comes from another time, is it an insult from the future? He decides to leave it alone for the time being, beginning to pack for his mission.

They haven't talked since the incident, and as four days passed, it is finally time for him to come home. During his departure, she busied herself with as many tasks as possible. Scrubbing the floor, doing several sewing commissions, writing and delivering letters, anything to keep her mind off of the argument. It was now that she knows she has to face the music.

Sitting in their simple chambers on the futon, she quietly waits for his arrival. Still wanting him to know how infuriated she is with him, the young woman decides not to wait at the gates like she usually does. As the sliding door silently opens, she meets another's emerald green eyes. Her anger is quick to melt away. She still missed him while he was gone. Worried about his safety. He sighs with relief when he looks at her expression.

"I'm sorry for not telling you. I should have thought of your feelings." It was eating at him more than she thought. Ieyasu is not one to actually apologize using words. Actions have always been his way of showing how he feels. She watches as he sets his bag to the side and places himself next to her, a small smile plays on her lips.

Throwing her arms out, she wraps her body around his in a tight embrace. "Thank you, I'm glad you're safe. I missed you." With that, they were fine- the whole argument was forgotten with ease.

But the term was not. Months later they relaxed in the castles library, quietly organizing books, only to hear a shelf fall to the ground with a loud bang. Ieyasu investigates only to discover Mitsunari was trying to reach a book on the top shelf, failing miserably. Her eyes widen as she covers her mouth at what she hears Ieyasu say next.

"Mitsunari, you fuck-waffle!" He scowls as the books lay across the floor in a scattered mess.

She doesn't correct him.