hi there!! i'd like to request a scenario for murasakibara where he and his female s/o are snowed in, if that's okay! what would that be like, im curious. apologies if this is too vague!
I’m so sorry that it took so long to get this out!
Also, I live in south Texas, so I have no idea what snow is like haha. So forgive me if this is really simple/vague.
I hope you enjoy it otherwise! Thank you for requesting.
“Atsu, we are not going to run out of snacks.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, smiling at the sight of your (honestly oversized) boyfriend rummaging through the cupboards, taking a mental inventory of the snacks and sweets that you had remaining.
It was day two of being snowed in, and despite going grocery shopping the day before the snowpocalypse began, Atsushi still fretted over the possibility of running out of food.
And though you knew that he was sort of kidding, at the rate that Atsushi ate, he was probably right.
He allowed his head to fall in defeat, letting out a deep sigh.
“How can you be so sure?”
Snorting, you got up from your seat on the couch and walked into the kitchen where he stood. You wrapped your arms as much as you could around his waist, snuggling your face against the muscles of his back. You rubbed his stomach and his hands fell to cover over yours.
You always envied how warm Atsushi was, and despite wearing the warmest set of pajamas you could find in his drawers and the fuzziest pair of socks you could buy, you could still feel the cool air that sank to your ankles from outside.
“I’m not,” you finally responded.
“So we’re going to starve.”
He said with such a straight face and voice, as if it were a matter of fact. You laughed against his back at what he thought to be the problem of the century.
“You know I’m a growing boy, [f/n]~chin,” He paused, looking over his shoulder at you with a slight smirk. “I need food to grow healthily.”
“You don’t need to grow any more, Atsushi,” you laughed as you moved with him, his arms stretching to glance into another cabinet. “You could eat the vegetables that we bought earlier this week. We have plenty of those.”
He audibly gagged at the suggestion, shuddering lightly at the thought of eating something remotely healthy.
You rolled your eyes, knowing that he couldn’t see. ”If anything, we can always bake something instead?”
You felt him perk up instantly at your suggestion, and letting go of your hands, he turned around to face you. He opened his mouth to agree but was interrupted by your placing a finger against his lips.
“But first, I need you to cuddle me.” You smiled at the slight furrow of his eyebrows. “I’m freezing, and as payment for baking later, I require cuddles.”
His face softened at your explanation, smiling lightly as you leaned against him, your chin against his chest as you looked up at him. “I think that’s a fair trade off.”
He leaned his head down to yours, catching your lips in a gentle kiss as he rested his hands on your hips.
“I think so, too.”