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"What,” you utter, “the hell are you wearing?”
You drop your keys on the hallway table and slowly approach the unusually hairy figure standing in the middle of your living room. Its head turns to look at you, the eerie cartoon features frozen in a permanent smile.
“Is that even you in there, ‘Tsumu?” you ask, voice edging on concern as the familiar mascot takes a step towards you. You back up, but it continues to approach, your hallway light reflecting soullessly in its large plastic eyes.
“Atsumu?”
No reply.
“ Please tell me it’s you because this is getting a little creepy and I will not hesitate to call the authorities,” you squeak, hand twitching towards the phone in your pocket.
“Or the pound. Whichever will take in stray black jackals.”
A laugh bubbles from within the suit; one you’re more than familiar with. your shoulders drop in relief and a minor bit of annoyance.
“Babe,” Atsumu’s stupidly amused voice is muffled by the head. “ Relax . I convinced them to lemme borrow the suit. Just for the weekend, though.”
“Do I want to ask why?”
A paw comes up to rub his obscenely large head. “Bokkun’s nephew is having a birthday party tomorrow night and he wanted the jackal to be there. Kid’s parents offered me some cash and well, anything for the kids, right?”
“ Right ,” you say wryly. “Anything for the kids.”
“Whaddya think though?” he asks, sounding like he’s grinning behind the mask. “Pretty neat, huh?”
You snort a laugh.
“You look like a wolf, ‘Tsumu.” you quip, walking around him to get a better look at the costume. “An oversized, jersey-wearing wolf.”
“Guess that makes you Little Red Riding Hood then, eh?”
Suddenly, an idea occurs to you and you make a thoughtful noise as you circle back to face him.
" My ,” you say, looking up at him, “what big eyes you have.”
He huffs, amused, as he understands where you’re going with this. “The better to see you with, of course.”
You reach up to tweak a large fake ear, tugging a few strands of glossy black fur.
“And what big ears you have.”
Another laugh. “The better to hear you with, of course.”
He reaches up and pulls the head off of his shoulders, dropping it on the floor and shaking his mop of glistening gold hair loose. He reeks of sweat, hair gel and whatever sports mascots smell like but he grins at you nonetheless, and you grin right back, taking in his slightly flushed appearance from being in that suit for god knows how long.
But you don’t mind it. not at all.
“And what big teeth you have,” you whisper, standing on tiptoe to bring your face up to his.
“The better to eat you with, of course.” His breath glides across your lips before he kisses you, warm and steady like you’ve done a million times before (not that you or him would mind a million times more).
You break apart and you open your eyes to meet his honeyed gaze.
“I think you’re forgettin’ a body part though,” he smirks and your brows furrow in confusion before you notice the way his gaze shifts downward.
You huff and smack him on the arm.
“Oh my god , ‘Tsumu,” you groan, playfully pushing him away.
“ What ?” he questions, grinning at his own joke. “you don’t think it is?”
You clap a hand over your mouth, unable to fight the laugh rising in your throat.
“I’m not having this discussion with you,” you say, biting your tongue.
“Not while you’re still wearing that .”