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Fuyuhiko came home from work, covered in a thin layer of sweat and blood. It was at this point he was done being angry. He wanted to be pampered and cared for, to be soft and happy for once. To show emotions. Being a yakuza was hard on him. It would be hard on anyone, having to be surrounded by death and gore constantly. He needed someone to go to at the end of the day, to help him relax.
Thankfully he had chosen the perfect partner for that. None other than Nekomaru Nidai, the Ultimate Team Manager himself. Perhaps he wasn’t great in terms of quiet relaxing, but he definitely knew how to make people relax. Both physically and mentally. He hardly needed to massage him half the time, laying on the huge guy like a bed was enough to make Fuyuhiko’s muscles go limp.
As soon as the door opened and shut Nekomaru burst into the living room like an excited puppy. Fuyuhiko worked from home most days, so when he actually had to be on the field it was kinda a big deal to him. For Fuyuhiko that kind of irregularity was just a normal part of life, growing up having his father constantly leaving and coming back.
“You’re home!” He shouted and picked his tiny boyfriend up easily. The size difference between them was almost comical. Since high school started Nekomaru grew even taller, now standing at a huge 220 cm. Meanwhile, Fuyuhiko hadn’t grown since middle school. Meaning there was a solid 60 cm difference between them.
“Yes, love, I am. Please put me down so I can shower, you’re getting blood all over your shirt.” It was a white shirt. And it was Fuyuhiko’s job to do the laundry that week.
“Your blood or someone else’s?” Both made the big guy feel sick, but one was much more pressing than the other. But instead of answering Fuyuhiko just shrugged, taking off his already loose tie.
Nekomaru sighed hard, trying not to get too upset. He knew what he was signing up for when he decided to date the leader of the world’s biggest yakuza. He could handle a bit of blood. (He couldn’t, and at that moment he felt like throwing up.)
Fuyuhiko walked towards the bathroom, taking off his formal wear as he went. Nekomaru followed shortly behind him, and neither of them commented on it. It wasn’t often they showered together, Fuyuhiko’s body image issues and the size difference made it quite hard, but it wasn’t a big deal either. Nekomaru knew better than to stare and he could always lower the nozzle for Fuyuhiko. Plus they enjoyed washing each other. It wasn’t sexual at all, they just liked taking care of each other.
As soon as they got into the bathroom they both stripped the rest of the way, stealing quick glances at each other. At one point they made eye contact, and Fuyuhiko burst into giggles. It wasn’t often he laughed like that, but when he did Nekomaru could swear his heart skipped. It was a noise that could only be described as pure joy. God, Nekomaru loved it when Fuyuhiko was happy. He wished he could keep his happiness in a jar to store it away forever. That came out wrong.
“C’mon, I’m covered in blood.” Fuyuhiko started the shower, waiting for Nekomaru to join him before pulling the curtain. Nekomaru adjusted the nozzle height so they could both stand under it, watching with a small frown as the blood ran a sickly shade of pink as it came off his lover.
“Please try and be careful Fuyuhiko. I know it’s part of the job but I hate having to see you hurt like this.” He rubbed his shoulders gently, letting him melt under his skilled thumbs.
“Mmm. I’m tryin’, promise. Do ya think you can help me with bandages when we’re done?”
“Of course! That’s what boyfriends are for!” His volume increased suddenly and he picked up the smaller one quickly. Fuyuhiko squealed and laughed again, kicking his legs up in the air slightly. Nekomaru’s heart absolutely melted and he started covering Fuyuhiko’s face in affectionate kisses, loving the happy noises that came from his throat.
“Thank you!” He squirmed out of his arms and grabbed the shampoo, thrusting it in Nekomaru’s hands. He let out a loud laugh and squirted some out into his palm, massaging it into Fuyuhiko’s scalp with his large hands. Fuyuhiko made a quiet noise, his eye shutting with happiness. He always loved having his scalp massaged. Like when people who like having their hair played with, except he didn’t have very much hair to play with.
“Am I allowed to call you cute today?” Nekomaru prompted gently, his voice quieting back down. He always asked before calling Fuyuhiko any kind of compliments. The last thing he wanted was to make him uncomfortable.
“Mmm...” He opened his eye slightly to look up at him, having to tilt his head almost all the way back. Nekomaru’s heart melted for the third time in ten minutes, happy to see him all peaceful. “Yeah. Go ahead.”
“Good. You’re the most adorable person I’d ever met! Gaha, I’m sure if you weren’t supposed to be a big and scary yakuza you’d be on the front of magazines, of all these people talkin’ about how adorable you are!” He poked his chest and started rinsing his hair out.
“I’m already on magazine covers.”
“On newspaper covers, for very different reasons!”
He grabbed a luffa and squirted some of their orange-scented body wash onto it. It was extra gentle, so it wouldn’t irritate Fuyuhiko’s constant wounds. Just the thought made him frown slightly. He hated having his boyfriend always come home busted up like this. He knew Fuyuhiko hated it too. He wished he could just quit without them both likely being assassinated or worse.
He grabbed the nozzle and started rinsing all the soap off, cupping Fuyuhiko’s face as he washed him. Fuyuhiko smiled absently, happy to spend time with his boyfriend. He wanted to spend more time with him. He promised himself he would try and make more time for him.
Once Fuyuhiko was finally clean Nekomaru put the shower head up on the highest stand they had, so he could properly stand under it. He then picked Fuyuhiko up and let him rub shampoo into his hair, stealing little kisses from him the whole time. Fuyuhiko kept giggling and smiling, securing his legs around Nekomaru’s torso. It was a moment of nothing but intimacy.
Finally, they got out of the shower, continuing to steal looks at each other’s bodies. They both giggled back and forth, rejoicing in each other’s company. They dried each other off, or more accurately Nekomaru dried Fuyuhiko and Fuyuhiko dried his lower torso. Anything else was just too high for him. Nekomaru found that absolutely adorable, and informed him of such.
Fuyuhiko blushed hard and laughed. “Shut up. You’re cute!”
“Thank you! But you are too!”
“What makes me cute huh?”
“Your chubby cheeks, obviously! And your freckles!” He took a second to acknowledge that the freckles covered his entire body and not just his face. He found that to be the cutest thing about his boyfriend. Especially during the summer, when they got especially bad. He loved sitting him in his lap and counting each of the freckles on his face and shoulders, making his way down his body.
Fuyuhiko shook his head, still blushing, and hurried to their shared bedroom. Bare ass naked. Nekomaru laughed and smacked his ass as he ran, barreling after him. Fuyuhiko screamed playfully and tumbled onto the bed, giggling excitedly. Nekomaru landed right next to him, grabbing his slim body and starting to tickle him. Fuyuhiko screamed again and kicked his legs, shoving at him.
Possibly Nekomaru’s favorite fact about Fuyuhiko was that he was ticklish. Extremely so. Just rubbing your finger along his skin too lightly sent him into a giggling fit. And of course, he was a frequent abuser of said fact. He loved Fuyuhiko’s laugh more than anything. Aside from Fuyuhiko himself, of course.
“Nekomaru you ass! Stop- eheh- stop tickling me!” He kicked harder, his face and shoulders red with child-like excitement and embarrassment.
“Stop being so damn cute and I’ll stop!”
“Fuck you! I can’t help that!”
“So you admit it!”
“Leave me alone!”
Nekomaru let out a booming laugh, finally removing his hands from his lover. Fuyuhiko panted lightly, his heart racing with happiness. God, he really did love Nekomaru. He knew just how to make him brighten up after a long day. It was perfect.
Fuyuhiko got off the bed, grabbing some clothes for both him and his boyfriend. He laughed quietly at the difference in their sizes. He couldn’t stop laughing today. Just, everything about Nekomaru made his heart soar. He loved it. He wanted to stay like this forever.
Forever. He never wanted to be with anyone forever before. Besides things that were a given, like Peko. It was expected she would always be at his side. But Nekomaru... this was his choice. He knew he wanted to be with him forever.
It almost scared him. The feelings he held for him were so strong. That hadn’t happened to him before. He never truly loved anyone outside people he considered family. But somehow this big oaf had gone and wormed his way right into his tiny heart.
“Are you okay?” Nekomaru asked, his loud voice making Fuyuhiko jump.
“Yeah. Just thinking a bit.”
“I don’t like the sound of that!”
“Don’t worry! It’s good thoughts.”
“Oh. Then share! I wanna hear your happy thoughts.”
“Mmm. Soon.”
He passed Nekomaru his underwear, both of them getting dressed. All he owned in his own size was formal clothes, and after a long day in a stuffy suit that was the last thing he wanted. So he just snatched one of Nekomaru’s sweaters and pulled it over his head. It was so damn large on him one of the sides fell off his shoulder and the rest made a sort of dress. Nekomaru swooned at the sight.
“I love you.” Nekomaru picked him up again, cradling him like a little baby.
Fuyuhiko giggled and looked up at him with lidded eyes, smiling uncontrollably. “Marry me.”
“What?” Nekomaru almost dropped the poor thing.
“That’s what I was thinking about. I want you to marry me.”
“You’re serious?”
“Of course I am. You don’t have to if you don’t want to I just- I love you a lot and I’ve never really thought of anyone this way before and I know I wanna be with you forever.”
Nekomaru blinked and laid on the bed, fixing Fuyuhiko so he was laying on his chest. “Wow. For some reason, I thought I was gonna be the one to propose!” He laughed loudly. Fuyuhiko smiled hard, staring at him lovingly.
“So like, yes?”
“Of course I’ll marry you!”
“Yay!! Thank you!”
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Cause you said yes obviously.”
“Well, it’s just 'cause you’re so cute!”
“Nuh! You’re the cute one!”