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EATING THIS
yarn: s. kiyoko
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kiyoko cannot stop giggling.
she feels bad. it shouldn’t be this amusing to watch her girlfriend struggling, sitting cross-legged on their floor, trapped in a mess of yarn and crochet hooks. but she just looks so cute like that, face contorted in a pout of pure frustration, red yarn spread out everywhere like a murder scene.
it was her idea to pick up some more tangible hobbies. she had told kiyoko one night as their legs tangled together under the bed sheets, eyes both glued to their phones, that it would be nice to learn a hobby together. that she would do whatever kiyoko wanted, and they could build the skill together.
it sounded sweet, at the time. but now that kiyoko has several rows of a scarf neatly done and she only has an incomprehensible clump of knots, it seems a little bit more far-fetched.
“don’t you dare laugh at me,” she demands, trying to sound firm, though it sounds to kiyoko that there is laughter building in her chest that she’s struggling to control.
this does nothing but make her giggles grow, and she cannot stop them as they tightening in her belly and make her cheeks sore. and it’s not long before she joins in on it with her.
seeing kiyoko dissolved in her joy always brings a smile to her face, no matter how many bits of ripped up yarn she has stuck in her hair.
“i don’t even know how you got it like that,” kiyoko says, reaching over to take hold on the monstrosity knots her girlfriend created. “it’s almost impressive.”
she sighs, and dips her head to rest it on kiyoko’s shoulder. instinctively, kiyoko’s hand reaches up to smooth out the ends of her hair. “i don’t think i’m very good at this. maybe we should try embroidery.”
“i don’t think thin thread and sharper needles is the right direction to go in.”
she groans, tilting her head so it’s buried further into kiyoko’s neck. “i’m sorry baby,” she mumbles into her girlfriend’s hair. “i thought i’d be better at this”
kiyoko twists a little to place a gentle kiss on the top of her forehead. “we can always find something else we’re both good at to do together. or maybe we can try a new thing every week.” one of her hand drifts across her back until she reaches her shoulder, pulling her tighter into an embrace. “i’m just happy to spend time with you.”
“but i wanted to make you cute clothes. and then everyone would say, ‘wow shimizu, you look so good in that outfit,’ and then you could’ve said, ‘thanks, my girlfriend made it.’”
kiyoko glances down at the half-made scarf she abandoned. “how about i make you the clothes instead? i wanna show off sometimes too, you know.”
at this, she grins, lifting her chin to reveal a bright grin. “okay. i guess i’ll let you be the one to show off this time.”
kiyoko wears a smile of her own, softer than the one her girlfriend sports, but filled with the same adoration. she leans down, and places a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, and then another on her lips. “thank you.”
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an: @wyrcan this ones for u (one out of two of the kiyoko prompts i got cooking now)