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“Heh.” A grin spread across your lips as you looked into the mirror. Staring at the silky, red material that rested on your shoulders and joined at your waist, falling to your ankles. Your bare chest showed and you pulled up your jeans before rotating around, gazing at yourself in the mirror. “This is more comfortable than I imagined. No wonder he wears these all the time.”
You looked into the closet and amusement danced in your eyes. There were at least a dozen of the same kimono and a few pairs of the same pants filling the small space. “I think this may be turning into borderline obsession.” You muttered, a small smile resting on your face.
You flinched when you heard the front door of the house open then suddenly slam closed. Hearing heavy footsteps climb up the stairs you hid in the joining bathroom, silently closing the door.
The footsteps got louder and louder the closer they got when they stopped at the bedroom door. You held you’re breathe, not wanting the other to find you. Instead of walking further into the room, the footsteps retreated to another destination.
A sigh left your lips as you silently opened the bathroom door, making your way back out into the bedroom. Peeking out into the corridor you saw no sign of the owner of the house and quietly tip-toed into the hallway, making sure of your surroundings.
Quiet as a mouse you walked down the stairs and looked around. You were about to enter the living room when out of nowhere two strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you into the air before gently putting you back on the ground.
Turning around you came face to face with your boyfriend. You laughed nervously, slightly tugging on the kimono that was wrapped around your (petite, medium, etc) frame. “Hey, Koujaku.”
The taller man tucked a few strands of your (h/l) (h/c) behind your ear. “Hey, (Name). Why are you wearing one of my kimonos?” Koujaku asked, looking you up and down.
“Why wouldn’t I be wearing one of your kimonos?” You answered his question with another question.
Koujaku hummed, rubbing his hands up and down your clothed arms. “You know, I thought I was the only male that would look good in a kimono. Guess I was wrong.”
“Yeah, you were.” You chuckled, a smirk appearing on your lips as you detached yourself from him and made your way to the kitchen.
It only took Koujaku a few seconds to start following you and once again he wrapped his arms around you, stopping you from walking. A small chuckle escaped your lips when you felt him snuggle his face into the crook of your neck.
“Mhhm, let me guess. Noiz?” You questioned, placing your hands on his own.
An exhausted groan came from his mouth and you tried your hardest not to laugh, figuring out that you guessed right.
You used all the strength you could muster up to pry his arms from your body and you dragged him towards the couch, lying down on it, you pulled him down too. Once again, he placed his face into your next and breathed in deeply.
Placing your (s/c) hands on the sides of his face you pulled his face to look at you. Red orbs meeting (e/c) ones. Staring into his eyes you nearly forgot how beautiful they were.
You gave the larger man a small smile. “What did he do this time?”
A scowl formed on Koujaku’s lips as he remembered the incident. “The damn bastard won’t stop pestering Aoba about playing Rhyme with him. He honestly doesn’t know when to give up.”
“Maybe Aoba should play Rhyme with him.” You said thoughtfully before holding your hands up in mock surrender when you saw his scowl deepen. “I’m joking. I’m joking!”
Koujaku’s eyes narrowed and a thoughtful expression covered his face.
“What are you thinking about?” You propped yourself up on your forearms and suspiously stared at the man hovering above you. A smirk formed on his lips and your suspicions were confirmed.
“No, no. K-Koujaku… Come on, just think rationally here. Just… Just- Let’s think this through. I didn’t-“ You were cut off when Koujaku’s hands made their way to your sides and before you knew it he was tickling you. You tried to remember to breathe as the older man’s fingertips danced on your skin, laughter filling the house. “No! No! Stop, please!” You cried out but Koujaku wouldn’t listen. He continued to tickle you and a grin appeared on his face as he heard your sweet laughter.
After another minute his fingers stopped as he gazed down at you, watching as you wiped tears from your (e/c) orbs. You were about to speak when he stopped you, his warm lips pressed against your own. Once you two parted for air you puffed your cheeks out, glaring at the red-eyed male.
“What?” Koujaku asked in mock confusion.
“You’re a jerk.” Koujaku chuckled before resting his forehead against your own. He smiled gently and you noticed something flicker in his eyes, but you couldn’t recognise the emotion. A grin once again formed on his lips.
“You know, you should wear that more often.”
A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked at the other before you punched him in the arm.
“Pervert…”
You looked into the closet and amusement danced in your eyes. There were at least a dozen of the same kimono and a few pairs of the same pants filling the small space. “I think this may be turning into borderline obsession.” You muttered, a small smile resting on your face.
You flinched when you heard the front door of the house open then suddenly slam closed. Hearing heavy footsteps climb up the stairs you hid in the joining bathroom, silently closing the door.
The footsteps got louder and louder the closer they got when they stopped at the bedroom door. You held you’re breathe, not wanting the other to find you. Instead of walking further into the room, the footsteps retreated to another destination.
A sigh left your lips as you silently opened the bathroom door, making your way back out into the bedroom. Peeking out into the corridor you saw no sign of the owner of the house and quietly tip-toed into the hallway, making sure of your surroundings.
Quiet as a mouse you walked down the stairs and looked around. You were about to enter the living room when out of nowhere two strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you into the air before gently putting you back on the ground.
Turning around you came face to face with your boyfriend. You laughed nervously, slightly tugging on the kimono that was wrapped around your (petite, medium, etc) frame. “Hey, Koujaku.”
The taller man tucked a few strands of your (h/l) (h/c) behind your ear. “Hey, (Name). Why are you wearing one of my kimonos?” Koujaku asked, looking you up and down.
“Why wouldn’t I be wearing one of your kimonos?” You answered his question with another question.
Koujaku hummed, rubbing his hands up and down your clothed arms. “You know, I thought I was the only male that would look good in a kimono. Guess I was wrong.”
“Yeah, you were.” You chuckled, a smirk appearing on your lips as you detached yourself from him and made your way to the kitchen.
It only took Koujaku a few seconds to start following you and once again he wrapped his arms around you, stopping you from walking. A small chuckle escaped your lips when you felt him snuggle his face into the crook of your neck.
“Mhhm, let me guess. Noiz?” You questioned, placing your hands on his own.
An exhausted groan came from his mouth and you tried your hardest not to laugh, figuring out that you guessed right.
You used all the strength you could muster up to pry his arms from your body and you dragged him towards the couch, lying down on it, you pulled him down too. Once again, he placed his face into your next and breathed in deeply.
Placing your (s/c) hands on the sides of his face you pulled his face to look at you. Red orbs meeting (e/c) ones. Staring into his eyes you nearly forgot how beautiful they were.
You gave the larger man a small smile. “What did he do this time?”
A scowl formed on Koujaku’s lips as he remembered the incident. “The damn bastard won’t stop pestering Aoba about playing Rhyme with him. He honestly doesn’t know when to give up.”
“Maybe Aoba should play Rhyme with him.” You said thoughtfully before holding your hands up in mock surrender when you saw his scowl deepen. “I’m joking. I’m joking!”
Koujaku’s eyes narrowed and a thoughtful expression covered his face.
“What are you thinking about?” You propped yourself up on your forearms and suspiously stared at the man hovering above you. A smirk formed on his lips and your suspicions were confirmed.
“No, no. K-Koujaku… Come on, just think rationally here. Just… Just- Let’s think this through. I didn’t-“ You were cut off when Koujaku’s hands made their way to your sides and before you knew it he was tickling you. You tried to remember to breathe as the older man’s fingertips danced on your skin, laughter filling the house. “No! No! Stop, please!” You cried out but Koujaku wouldn’t listen. He continued to tickle you and a grin appeared on his face as he heard your sweet laughter.
After another minute his fingers stopped as he gazed down at you, watching as you wiped tears from your (e/c) orbs. You were about to speak when he stopped you, his warm lips pressed against your own. Once you two parted for air you puffed your cheeks out, glaring at the red-eyed male.
“What?” Koujaku asked in mock confusion.
“You’re a jerk.” Koujaku chuckled before resting his forehead against your own. He smiled gently and you noticed something flicker in his eyes, but you couldn’t recognise the emotion. A grin once again formed on his lips.
“You know, you should wear that more often.”
A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked at the other before you punched him in the arm.
“Pervert…”
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The beginning part reminds me of Peridot when she found the alien boxers.