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Your eyes flutter open with serene sleepiness, senses filling with the room around you — lying in the fetal position, in a warm, soft bed. The room is dim and cool, with subdued light rocking in from the window — revealing wet trees rocking in the wind, beneath a slate, cloudy sky, accompanied by the light patters of rain.
A groan rises from your throat as you move one leg forward to crack your back. The white sheets shift, with you stirring awake gradually beneath them. You slowly move to lie on your back, rubbing your face with the palms of your hands.
The weekends are always enjoyable for you; your usual, rowdy work environment gets replaced with a quiet sanctuary. And, with the new addition of your boyfriend, Reigen Arataka, the apartment finally feels like home.
You turn your head to the left, where the man himself lies facing you — shirtless with black boxers. Reigen’s messy, blond hair curtaining the forehead of his relaxed face, jaw slack and mouth open a sliver. Your heart swells with something dangerously close to love, a small smile cracking across your lips. Cautious of waking him, you turn to your side, facing him. Your right arm raises to curl lightly around his waist, pulling yourself closer with the hushed rustling of sheets.
Your lips gingerly press against his pale cheek, pulling back to admire his face once more. His dark brown eyes slowly open in response, blinking twice with a tired weight. Reigen barely holds his eyelids open before they flutter closed, eyelashes dusting his cheek. His arm returns your half-hug.
”…mmhn… morn’…,” he mutters with a barely-there smile, nuzzling his bedhead into the white pillow. You begin rubbing your hand tenderly up and down his bare back, which draws a dulcet hum from him.
“Morning, babe. How did you sleep?” you murmur softly, your hand continuing its feathery motions as he rests in content bliss. Reigen doesn’t respond immediately, instead focusing on the sensation of your hand, and the mellow tone of your voice.
In response, he whispers breathily, “I slept great…”
After a couple seconds of savoring the sounds of the gentle rain and your breathing, Reigen opens his eyes, scanning his drowsy gaze over your face — bare with only lashes. His brown eyes then drop down to your outfit — a navy tanktop and grey dolphin shorts — before respectfully pulling back up to your face. A tender smile spread across his relaxed face.
”You’re so pretty,” Reigen murmurs to you. His hand begins to lightly scratch your back, causing a light shiver to crawl through your spine. He ticks his head a degree, and leans in, capturing your lips in a velvety kiss. When he pulls back, Reigen presses another kiss to your jawline.
“And you’re so handsome,” you reply with a softer voice, melted by the kiss and its warmth. Your arm retracts from his back to thread into his blond bedhead, lightly scratching his scalp. His eyes roll back imperceptibly, closing again, to blink open once more. Your hand continues to scratch his scalp as you nuzzle your head into the slope of his neck. His lean frame shivers with pleasure beside you, pulling yet another smile onto your lips.
Reigen briefly kissed your lips, pulling back an inch with a lazy smirk. “I love you, (y/n).”
”I love you, too,” you whisper, your hand sliding from his blond hair to cup the left side of his jaw, thumb rubbing a feathery pattern against his cheek. In response, his hand — once lightly scratching your back — begins to rub up and down with a light pressure. The rain tapping the window begins to pause, and your simultaneous breaths and held gazes are left to fill the moment.
You slowly draw back your hand, pushing yourself up to sit in bed. Your gaze fully consumes the shared bedroom — a simple room, complemented with one wide window, where plants sit on the wardrobe beneath it, and a TV adjacent to the bed. While sitting, you run a hand over your hair, attempting to keep the mess tamed.
”I think we should shower,” you murmur, cocking your head to look down at your boyfriend. With a small smile and a soft chuckle, you add: “I feel kinda gross.”
Reigen pushes himself up with lingering grogginess, rubbing a hand over his face. Your gaze drops to graze over his lean torso, before snapping back up to his face.
“Yeah, we should…,” he agreed with a small grunt as he pushed down the cover. Swinging his legs away from you and to the floor, he stands with a slight hunch. You join him in standing, stretching your arms far above your head with a groan.
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Warm water cascades down your body, steam curling into the air above. Your hair and skin glisten with water and suds, completely enveloped by the running shower. Reigen stands behind you, pumping coconut shampoo into his hands, before working it into your hair with his fingers. A coating of bubbles begins to form around your scalp, which drips down your hair and back.
”Can you rub my shoulders?” you ask, savouring the slow, domestic moment.
”Sure, baby,” he responds softly, pulling his hand from your frothy hair and to the slopes of your neck. His grip tightened, thumb kneading in tight circles. The movement draws a sharp inhale from you, then a groan.
”Ohhh, my god,” you groan out, feeling your tense muscles loosen under his movements. He planted a tender kiss to your shoulder, continuing his hands’ motions. You sigh, your eyelids fluttering closed in bliss.
After washing one another, you shut the water off and step out of the shower. Reigen follows after, pulling a plush, navy towel off a nearby rack. He rubbed the towel over his legs and torso, then ruffling his blond hair with it. Simultaneously, you grabbed the black towel, scrunching your hair and drying off your body.
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The two of you change into matching loungewear - loose, white shirts and grey sweatpants. You now lie back in bed, him reclining on a pillow, with your head on his chest. Mixing with the cool-toned light from the window, a purple light radiates onto the white bed from the TV. A similar, smaller version of the purple glow illuminates Reigen’s face — his cracked phone screen. While doomscrolling, his arm rests around your waist, with his hand slowly rubbing up and down your back.
You sigh, nuzzling your head further against his white shirt, which pulls a content smile from his lips.
”I love you,” he murmurs for what feels like the millionth time. His brown eyes are still glued onto the screen, but softened with affection. With the near-silent rustle of sheets, you shift further into him, propping your chin up to watch his face. Your hand draws up to his, gingerly taking his phone away, and taking his gaze to you.
“I know you do,” you whisper sacredly, “and I love you too.”
Reigen’s attention is fully pulled to you, as he turns off his phone and places it face-down on his nightstand. Once free of his phone, his right hand now envelopes you in a full embrace, pulling you in with silent security. Your eyes flutter closed — melting into the moment fully — and you nuzzle your entire face into his chest. He plants a kiss on the top of your head. As you wade into sleep, you hear his voice once more:
”Sweet dreams, (y/n).”