Chapter Text
(Day 1: Promise + "Thank you for everything")
Playlist:
Lullaby//Simi
Whistle for the Choir//The Fratellis
Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby//Cigarettes After Sex
I take thee to be my lawfully wedded husband,
It was a quiet night with nothing but your soft hums and the sound of water bubbling up in the kitchen as you waited for the kettle to bring to a boil. You had just moved into this apartment and everything in the kitchen was brand new, shining without a bit of dust and the signs of being used on it.
You could see your own reflection on the smooth surface of the kettle. The metal was silvery and shiny, very much so like the thin band on your finger. You were always so hyper aware of the ring on your finger ever since you started having an actual reason so keep it on all the time. There were times when you found yourself unconsciously rubbing it with your thumb while you tried to concentrate on something else. Somehow, feeling the metal that grew warm from the heat of your hand gave you a sense of comfort.
You lifted your hand and turn it around to see how the light shined on the ring, reflecting off of the silver band and the small piece of stone embedded into it in the most mesmerizing way.
...to have and to hold,
You let out a soft yelp as you felt the strong arms wrapping on your waist tightly and reflectively pulled back your left arm that was extended towards the light mere seconds ago.
You smiled when you heard the tired voice of your husband. “I’m back.”
Husband. That word still felt so foreign when it rolled off your tongue and it never failed to bring that fuzzy feeling to your chest.
“Welcome home.”
You smiled as you felt Hitoshi buried his head into the crook of your neck and you tilted your head slightly to the side to give him more space. You could feel the vibration on your skin as he let out a content hum and tightened his hold on your waist. You lifted your left hand to give soothing rubs to his neck while the other squeezed his hand ever so lightly.
“Rough day?” you asked, your thumb smoothing over the back of his hand in small circles.
“Yeah.” his head never left your neck as he speak, his voice muffled by your shoulder.
...from this day onward,
People told you to make the most out of your ‘honeymoon phase’ because after a year or two, the spark would be gone and everything you used to enjoy about marriage would soon get tiring. Whenever you heard that, you would only give a polite nod and smile. You couldn’t quite agree with what they said. After all, what’s so wrong about domesticity? Just because things started to fall into routine didn’t mean that it was not a wonderful life to live with someone you love.
Or perhaps it was the newly-wedded bliss clouding your rationality? You weren’t sure but at least for now, being in the kitchen in your love’s embrace seemed to be quite enough.
...for better, for worse,
“Sometimes I feel like I don’t show you enough love.”
“Oh?” you raised a brow, still staring at the kettle. From its shiny surface, you saw the reflection of yourself and Hitoshi with his face buried in your neck. “How so?”
“Well,” he lifted his head and you could see that he hadn’t even taken off his voice modificator, did he went straight to you after stepping into the door? “we just got married and moved in together but I’m barely here with you apart from the early mornings when I leave and late nights when I get back.”
You tried to turn around and look at him but his grip on you was too strong for you to even move. You sighed, “Toshi-”
“And don’t think that I didn’t notice how you always stay up way later than you used to so you could wait up for me.”
...for richer, for poorer,
You wanted to protest and say that it wasn’t true but you knew that there was no way you could lie in front of him. He was way too observant of your habits for you to pass it off as nothing but a change in lifestyle. Truth was, you did push back your normal bedtime to wait for him to come home from patrol each day. He never asked you for it but you just wanted to see him so badly after each long day. You would have been a lot more subtle about it if you had knew that it would bring him so much guilt.
The weight from you back lifted and he retreated his arms from your abdomen. You took the change to spin around with your back leaning on the kitchen counter and put his arms over your shoulder so he was at eye level to you. You pulled the mask off from his face and cup his cheek with one hand. Your smile grew wider as you felt him lean into your touch.
“I want to see you. After all,” you smirked, “can’t let such a handsome face gone to waste, can I? I married you for a reason, you know.”
You felt a wash of relieve as Hitoshi snickered. There were many times in your relationship where you had to assure him that you knew what you were signing up for with dating him and you accepted his lifestyle as a hero for what it was. You hated to see him being so guilt-ridden with apologies towards you when it was the last thing you wanted from him. He was your strength as much as you were his.
You squealed in shock and gripped onto his forearm as his lifted you onto the cold stone counter without warning. He trapped you in between his arms and you put a hand behind you flat on the counter to steady yourself.
“What was that for?” you chuckled at Hitoshi who looked at you with a smile of amusement.
He leaned forward until you could feel his hot breath fanning at your lips which still made your heart flutter even after years of being with this man. “Reminding you why you married me in the first place.”
You hand instinctively went to the back of his head when he pressed his lips against yours. Your back sat up straight as you felt a swipe of his tongue at your bottom lip and you gladly gave him the access he asked for. You hooked your legs around his waist as you kissed him back, feeling his soft hair between your fingers. One of his hands snuck up onto the side of your waist and lingered on the exposed skin from the edge of your shirt that was ridden up.
...in sickness and in health,
You pulled back, gently tugging his bottom lip with your teeth. He leaned forward while you backed away, frowning at the loss of contact and you laughed at out-of-character pout that was forming on his face.
“We both have work tomorrow morning.” he rolled his eyes and you playfully smacked his arm. “Go change, I’ll make you tea.”
“Only if you come to bed with me.” he said as the tip of his nose barely touched yours.
You grinned and gave him a small peck, “Since you asked so nicely.
...to love and to cherish,
“Thank you.” he mumbled as you handed him the mug before slipping under the covers yourself. You slid down and slung an arm around his waist while he sat against the head board. You looked up at him as he blew at the surface of the cup to cool the hot beverage before taking a sip, your heart filled with delight as he let out a satisfied sigh.
“Thank you for everything.” he said, his eyes fixed on you with so much adoration that it made you melt. You smiled and snuggled closer to him, closing your eyes at how nice it was to feel the warmth radiating from the person next to you.
“Don’t be silly.”
Because if anything, you loved everything you had even if it was the same day after day in the humble apartment you called ‘home’. And it was all given to you by this man who you loved with your whole heart and loved you back just as much.
...till death do us part.