chuuya

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tw: nothing except so much fluff u could choke

Chuuya tasted like his Pinot Noir and cigarette smoke when he came home to you on late night weekdays.

On weekends, there would be the faint remain of cherries on his chapped, yet gentle lips, and his hair, messily tied up in a high ponytail and wafting with a citrusy scent, caught the first rays of light, making him look like nothing short of an angel.

Right now, you were twirling his sunset-coloured strands between your fingers, your free hand busying itself with slipping under his white dress shirt and carressing the smooth skin there.

You parted, grinning lazily at Chuuya, combing through his silky tresses and unravelling the blue tie to watch his hair cascading over his shoulder.

“You're so pretty“, you murmured, nuzzling into his neck, peppering kisses over the expanse of it, “so damn pretty, do you know that?“

He huffed a breathy laugh and smiled softly, leaning into your warm touch. “Nah, 'm not that pretty...ow! What was that for?“, he exclaimed with a soft giggle as you poked his forehead.

You tsked and rolled your eyes to the ceiling, amused. “That was to punch some insight about your handsomeness into your brain, crétin!“

“Oi! Who's the crétin here, me or the one who nearly burnt the entire kitchen cooking something as mediocre as chazuke?“

“That still wasn't as stupid as the one time you were drunk and took a lighter to set Kouyou's hairspray aflame!“

“...why does it feel like we are both pyros, (Y/n)?“

You snorted, and Chuuya did the same, your loving banter aiming at nothing else but your mutual happiness.

“Maybe because you've got a bad influence on me“, you taunted him, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it slip onto his bent shoulders before you painted random patterns over his beating heart.

“As if“, he laughed, catching your hand and intertwining your fingers, pressing a gentle kiss to the aquamarine gem embedded in the silver ring, then placing them all over your palm, eventually leaning his cheek against it.

“Y'know, it was your influence that made me marry you“, he stated teasingly.

“You don't regret that at all, do you, mon chérie?“

“I never could, amoureux.“

its possible that this is complete and utter shit-
but hey im back from the dead! which means more writing even tho i have school lmao
also i lowkey googled french for this because french speaking chuuya >>>>>>>