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Maki’s not the indulgent type.
It’s a genuine truth, even if the others make fun of her love for junk food or how she seems to relish giving others an (affectionately) hard time. For the most part, she’s content with letting things come and go as they must.
It’s different with him, though.
Bundled up beneath the blankets on a cold, winter night, hidden away in his room, she clings her arms around him just that much tighter. She feels Yuta’s breath exhale with the smallest hints of amusement, really feels it with her head resting on his chest and her face pressed against it.
She wonders when it happened or why it happened with him, but Yuta is not spared from Maki’s moderation. They were no strangers to physical contact, but the context of those touches shifted, a new weight accompanying them, now. She was tentative at first, frustratingly timid in a way that had her (and him) embarrassed. But Maki’s always been one to adapt and overcome, and it took no time for her to get what she wanted.
If she wanted to lean into him, she did. If she wanted to hold him, nothing stopped her. Alone and in their own world, Maki blissfully embraced this newfound feeling through him, throwing moderation to the wind and indulging however she wanted.
If she wanted to wrap her arms around him, hug tightly to his side while she pressed her cheek into the top of his chest like she is now?
She’d do it.
Yuta happily stopped resisting ages ago.
The winter days pass by uneventfully, or rather, as uneventfully as they can in their line of work. It’s better that way, of course, much preferable than the winters of the past. But the curses still wait for no one, their mission as Jujutsu sorcerers ever-present. After an exhausting day, the aches of combat exacerbated by freezing winds, Maki has no reason to hold back. She hasn’t seen him in some days, either, their missions keeping them apart and busy.
Maki can’t help but feel the whispered pains of the past and the unknown possibilities of their future overcome her for a fleeting moment, a creeping, unpleasant feeling prickling in her chest.
She shuts her eyes and huffs and squeezes him with just an ounce more of force.
The soft chuckle that escapes his mouth starts with the rumble in his lungs, and she delights in the feelings of those vibrations tickling her cheek that cast away her worries.
He certainly didn’t stem her urges. Antsy and apprehensive at first, he had no problems welcoming her into his space whichever way she pleased. Perhaps that’s why it’s gone this way. He’s always let her in, always made her comfortable and assured. After a certain point, she’s sure her wants became mutual, and maybe that spurred it further.
He wanted this just as much as she did.
Her eyes remained shut, and she’s decided they’ll stay that way until she slumbers completely. Right now, though, sleep isn’t on her mind yet.
She wants more. His arms have been splayed out at his sides for too long.
Maki gives a wordless hum and presses her face into him as if commanding him. She doesn’t need to see his face to know the way it tilts for a moment in confusion.
“Mm.”
She hums again and presses further. It seems that was enough for him to understand.
Maki feels the warmth of his arms enveloping her, his right settling around her head while his left wraps around the small of her back. It’s his turn now to clutch her close, and it’s enough to warm her up against any winter blizzard.
“Mm…”
Her satisfied purr is a long, sustained sigh. He seems to find it endearing. She can feel his smile forming with the way his chin settles snug atop her head.
It’s almost enough. Her body gets heavier and heavier with sleep, the dream world calling to her. She just wants one last thing.
Maki slightly nudges her head up against his chin, just enough to raise it for a mere moment before letting it fall atop her once more.
“Hm?”
She does it again and again, her head getting intimately familiar with his chin, the way it rubs against it.
For a moment, she fears she’s going to be disappointed.
It all dissipates instantly when his lips settle gently atop her head.
The point of contact lights a soft fire whose warmth gently cascades down her crown, filling every part of her, from her head to the tips of her fingers and toes.
“Good night, Maki…”
He whispers into her, and it’s the final piece of him she’s needed before she finally lets go into slumber.
So Maki is a little indulgent.
Only with him.