Winter Time ...

winter time ...

☆ toji fushiguro x fem reader . ☆ your husband returns home after a difficult day in winter .

— "evenin', sugar," called the familiar gruff voice you knew as your fiancé's as he stepped into the apartment. the sound of the door closing shut was followed by soft yet strong footsteps, and soon enough toji's tall figure was illuminated by the sunset glaring through the windows. the bleeding palette of the reds, oranges and pinks bathed his tough features in almost a soft light- it gave way to the calmer, sweeter toji you knew better than the outside world.

"how've you been? good day?" he asked, flopping down next to you on the couch and resting a strong arm over the back of the cushion.

"yeah, 'ts fine. cold though," you replied, a subtle yawn escaping your lips.

"mm," toji hummed, pulling your body close to his own. "'s winter now, that's why. did you remember a coat?"

"yeah, i did. wore the one you got me for my birthday," you exhaled a lighthearted chuckle, a smile making its way onto your face.

toji's expression mirrored yours, as he reached down and placed a kiss to the crown of your head.

"y'still like that coat," he grinned. "'s gettin' chilly now, though. make sure you wrap up warm."

a chuckle escaped your lips. despite his outward exterior, he was such a softie at heart. only for you, or course. you couldn't pay him to show affection to anyone else.

a sudden pull broke your train of thought, as you noticed you were now resting against toji's broad chest. his arms were comfortably around your waist, his hands gently holding your hips.

"'s cold," he murmured. "need your warmth, sugar."

"awh, you're cold? 's it because it's winter?" you grinned. "'s a little chilly, hm?"

"yeah," he huffed, nuzzling his nose into your hair and inhaling your sweet scent. strawberries and vanilla, he always said. insisted, even.

relative yet comfortable silence soon began to rest upon the pair of you, something that seemed rare nowadays. a rare treasure, worth more than any material worth.

the quiet comfort shared between you lasted for longer than expected, and it was only when toji's hold on your waist loosened and more of his weight pressed against you that you realized he had fallen asleep. similar to the soft silence, seeing him rest peacefully without a care in the world was just as, if not even more rare to see. and you couldn't deny it was even more of a treasure.

you snuggled comfortably into his shoulder, your face in the crook of his neck. now your turn to take in his scent, his soft cologne seemed to envelop your entire world.

your hand instinctively ran gently along his jawline, as he slept with a more-than-adorable smile on his face.

whereas summer was spent barely touching and wishing you had no body heat, winter times were much more cuddly and heat-preserving. highly favored.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🥂🥡 . sky high

﹙sky high﹚🥂🥡 soukoku — bungou stray dogs. ⟶ current canon ; fluff. ☆ ; mentions drugs.

WC: 884

― "okay, let's get you another glass of water," dazai said with a soft chuckle, hopping up and sitting on the edge of the counter next to his partner with a half-filled glass in his hand. his partner, chuya, had been mindlessly giggling and flirting with dazai all evening, after the latter had found half-smoked drugs on the floor near the counter.

the smaller man looked up at dazai as he sat next to him, his pupils dilated and his eyes sparkling as he laughed.

"but i don't want water," he slurred. "water's gross.."

without giving dazai any warning, he flopped into his lap, his head resting against his thighs. he gazed up at the taller man, his hair falling around him and framing his sickly-looking face.

"i know it's gross," dazai chuckled, playing along with the drugged man. "but unless you want to crash and feel the effects worse than you will, you need to drink. come on."

chuya raised a hand up, holding dazai's cheek and rubbing his thumb against his skin.

"you're so pretty.." he murmured. "you're, like.. gorgeous.. like a god."

dazai's face warmed slightly as a faint blush formed on his cheeks, and he exhaled a laugh.

"why, thank you," the brunette replied. "you're quite handsome yourself."

chuya gave an open smile, his dilated pupils widening slightly.

"oh my god.. we should get married," he suddenly declared, sitting up in dazai's lap and looking at him seriously. "you wanna get married? let's get married!"

"woah, woah, slow down there, sweetheart," dazai laughed, holding chuya's face in his hands. "we can't just get married like that."

"yes we can! let's get married!" chuya exclaimed, wriggling out of dazai's hold and flopping onto the floor. he scrambled to his feet, desperately searching for something.

"you can't marry me without getting engaged to me first, chuya," dazai called out, laughing.

"then i'm gonna engage ya!" chuya yelled back, fumbling in his pockets before shouting in triumph and holding up a can tab. "gotcha!"

"you really aren't going to propose to me with a can tab, are you?" dazai grinned, unable to hold back his laughter.

"yes, i am!" chuya huffed, clumsily climbing back onto the counter and sitting on his knees in front of dazai. "and it's a ring, not a can tab!"

"it's a can tab, darling," dazai chuckled.

"no it's not!" chuya insisted. "samu, my boyfie, will you engage me?"

dazai laughed at the struggled wording and the slurred speech, running a hand through chuya's messy ginger locks.

"yes, i will engage you. but the right term is marry," he said, smiling. "hear that? marry."

"then will you marry me?" chuya asked.

"yes, i will," dazai grinned.

"okay, good," chuya huffed. "now, gimme your hand," the ginger demanded, taking dazai's hand and pulling it towards his face.

the smaller man stuck his tongue out in concentration, narrowing his eyes as he carefully slid the can tab onto dazai's ring finger.

"there!" he exclaimed once he had finished, beaming triumphantly. "now we're married! and we're gonna have a wedding, and cake, and confetti and tuxedos!"

"yes, yes, we are indeed," dazai chuckled, patting chuya's head. inwardly, his boyfriend's demeanor reminded him of an excitable young child; something neither of them really got to be. it was.. endearing, to say the least.

chuya giggled excitedly, moving closer and latching on to dazai's waist.

"my husband," he hummed. "mine."

"yes, i am yours," dazai smiled, rubbing his hand up and down chuya's arm in an affectionate manner. "and i'm your fiancé, chuya, not your husband. not yet."

"fi-what-sé?" chuya murmured, looking back up at dazai with half-open eyes.

"fiancé. in the middle of boyfriend and married," dazai explained with a chuckle. "you get it? fiancé."

"fiancé," chuya repeated slowly. "huh.. that has a nice ring to it."

"it does, doesn't it?" dazai smiled. "you're my fiancé."

"well, you're my fiancé," chuya huffed.

"okay, okay, darling, you win," dazai exhaled a laugh, tucking chuya's hair behind his ear as the smaller man nuzzled against him.

"good. i always win," chuya said quietly.

at the sudden softness of his partner's tone, dazai looked down in concern, his smile turning into a worried frown. he lifted chuya's head in his hands, tilting his chin to get a better view of his face. the ginger's face had grown ghostly pale, his eyes were barely open and he overall looked sick. dazai could only assume the high of the man's drugs were wearing off now, and he would begin to feel the after effects.

"chuya, dear.." he said softly. "are you feeling alright?"

chuya murmured incoherently, shaking his head slightly.

"what's wrong, darling? what feels bad?" dazai asked, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and pulling him into his lap.

chuya just made a soft noise, collapsing against dazai's chest and passing out cold. at first dazai felt a jolt of panic through his body, but at the realization that chuya was just resting from exhaustion, he exhaled a breath of relief and just held him close. he rubbed gentle circles on the ginger's back, his other hand loosely around his waist to hold him in place. he rested his chin on the smaller man's head, resting his eyes and letting his own eyelids fall shut for a moment.

chuya was coming down now, but it wasn't all bad when he was sky high. at least for dazai, anyway.

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morning after ...

☆ yuji itadori x megumi fushiguro. ☆ two boys wake up together after an eventful night. ☆ contains slightly suggestive content.

— newborn sunlight bled through the half-drawn curtains of megumi's dormitory, the golden glow bouncing off the shouji doors and casting the sleeping boys in a geometric mess of shadow and brightness.

both boys were still sound asleep— yuji's face tucked snugly into the crook of megumi's neck and his arms loosely around his torso. similarly, megumi's arms enveloped yuji's marginally smaller body; one arm slung across his side and the other wrapped around his shoulders.

it was only when yuji stirred did he awaken— much to his displeasure. he groaned sleepily and squinted at the sunlight, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. he huffed and turned his head away from the window, nuzzling back against megumi's body.

"'gumi," he murmured hoarsely after multiple failed attempts to go back to sleep. "wake up."

megumi mumbled something incoherent, his eyelids fluttering as yuji's voice echoed in his ears. he weakly batted a hand as he was shaken lightly, before bleakly opening his dim eyes.

"'s morning already?" he questioned softly, his words blending together through a yawn.

yuji caught the same yawn, nodding his head.

"yeah.. 's early though. don't think anyone else is awake," he murmured back.

"good," megumi replied, adjusting his hold on his partner and pulling him closer against his body.

yuji exhaled a quiet groan at the sudden movement, feeling the aches in his body flare. megumi paused his possessive cuddling and fully opened his eyes, taking note of his boyfriend's uncomfortable expression.

"what's wrong?" he questioned. "you sore?"

yuji blushed in embarrassment, quickly hiding his face in the crook of megumi's shoulder.

"i'll take that as a yes," the older boy exhaled a laugh, running his fingers up and down the other's arm in an affectionate manner. "told you, you should've been less rough."

"i was drunk," yuji whined indignantly. "it's not my fault."

megumi scoffed. "yeah, yeah, whatever you say. just take it easy today," he mumbled, kissing yuji's crown once he received an affirmative hum.

"love you."

"love you too."

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