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You hear the rustle of crisp bedsheets before you feel cold hands pulling you in closer by your hips. You let yourself relax against the sturdiness of your husband’s front side.
“Your hands. Satoru,” you shiver. “So. Freakin. Cold.”
“And you’re so warmmmmm.” Satoru hums back, nuzzling against your neck. His morning voice is low and raspy with his words sending vibrations against your skin.
You two do the same dance routine every morning. He grabs you closer to him, you wrestle away from the icicles he calls fingers by rolling to the opposite side of the bed. He quickly follows you and traps you in his arms (and sometimes his legs if you’re being particularly rowdy). You eventually wave your red flag as he gets you surrounded. You lose, he wins.
This time however, Satoru let’s go of you unexpectedly. Instead of cuddling you for the 10+ minutes he typically does, he jumps out of bed and obnoxiously pushes the curtains to the side, letting in the most violent rays of sun you’ve ever encountered in your life. You hiss like a vampire, pretending to melt into the bed as you shriek in horror. “I’m…dy….ing…close…them..please.”
“And you say I’m f—cking dramatic?” Satoru chuckles, turning around to look at you from the window. You watch the smile drop from his face once he lays eyes on you. “Woah.” he eventually spits out. He is staring at you like you grew a second head.
“Excuse me?”
“Your face…”
“Excuse me?!”
“You look awful.” He laughs. At you. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. How could he say something so mean and so casually? You let out a few laughs too, just from the absurdity of it.
“Sorry I’m not wearing a full face of makeup to wake up next to you.” This makes your husband erupt even harder. His laughter filling the room and bouncing off the walls.
“What?” you bark, getting annoying by the fact that there’s clearly a joke involved here somewhere and you’re not in on it.
Through his wheezing, Satoru was able to choke out, “That’s the thing babe, you are wearing a full face of makeup and it’s not looking good.”
You search for your phone on the bedside table next to you, quickly clicking on the camera app to check yourself out. “What do you mean I’m-“
Oh. Yup. You get it now.
“Ok babe, it’s not that bad.” You lie, biting back a small smile. It is in fact that bad. Your thick coats of mascara from last night has stained your eyes, creating a not-so-cute raccoon look. How many coats of it did you put on? Holy shit. And not to mention your maroon lipstick is smudged beyond comprehension, some of it reaching underneath your chin—what the hell did you even do last night?
“It’s not that bad,” you repeat again, shutting off your phone and closing your eyes. You purposefully avoid looking at your pillowcase—you know very well what the sight of it entails. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. I thought you really thought I was ugly or something.” you pick up one of his pillows and throw it at him.
He ignores you and the pillow as he crawls back into bed. “C’mere,” he yawns and you don’t put up a fight this time. You rest on top of him—still like a log—minding your face so you don’t get any leftover makeup on his white t-shirt.
“I actually think you look pretty cute like this.” His fingers trace against the bare skin between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your pajama pants.
“Mhm.”
“Seriously! It was just initial shock that made me laugh.”
“So, I was essentially a jumpscare.”
He snorts. “How’d you even get lipstick here, hm?” He rubs his thumb against your chin to wipe away what he can. “Messy girl.” he whispers softly.
“This set my skin back like a million years.”
“Your skin is perfect.”
“I didn’t get to do skincare last night either.”
“You can miss a day.” He presses your head against his chest, ruining your attempt to not ruin his clothes.
“I didn’t wanna get makeup on your shirt,” you groan as you look down and catch sight of a foundation stain already leaving its mark on him.
Satoru let’s out an amused breath, “you’re seriously killing the vibe here princess.”
You snort at this. “What? You want pillow talk?”
His head shoots up like you proposed the best idea in the world, “Yes, I want pillow talk.” White strands of hair cover his forehead, spilling onto his face. You move a few before pressing a kiss right above his eyebrow.
“I love you,” you sigh.
He’s silent for a few beats before responding with, “is that the best you got?”
“Sorry but what exactly were you expecting from me?” You lift yourself up slightly while still laying on top of him. Your eyes peer down at him.
“Mm a little creativity. You did scare the shit out of me just a few minutes ago, I think I deserve something a bit juicier than that.”
You laugh against his chest. “There’s a reason why we only cuddle in the morning. We’re not good at this shit.”
“Speak for yourself. I’m good at everything.”
“Can you see me rolling my eyes right now?” You ask as innocently as you could.
“I can actually feel you rolling your eyes right now.”
“Good. Ok, go on then. Casanova. Talk ‘pillow’ to me.”
“Alright.” he begins, rubbing your back in small circles. “Do you know what I love the most about you?”
He has your full attention now. “What?”
“How adventurous you are.” He replies immediately.
“I’m…adventurous?” You frown. That’s not a word you would use to describe yourself most of the time.
“Sure you are. Look at your makeup right now. I wish I was as bold and confident as you.”
“F—ck off.”
“You honestly might be the sexiest raccoon I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Stop it.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re swooning right now.”
“Satoru.”
“I love you.” He kisses the top of your head. “I really f—cking love you.”