oh.. he can’t just do that. one small sip of wine for bravery, before mouth opens to spill. “i think it would be very lovely to wake up to you in the mornings.” he speaks, soft and smooth.
“pack your lunches, let you meet my little buddy—.” his turtle, which he hasn’t quite
decided a name for yet. “god, i’d even cook you breakfast in the morning when i can.” then, his mouth shuts, and he looks away with a shy smile. he couldn’t help it, he truly couldn’t.
before long, food was placed, and hands moved back from his almost reluctantly.
“y’want
his fingers lightly toying back. his soft hands meet softer, and head tilts.
“you’re so cute.” he whispers, “i want to..” but he pauses, he can’t * spill his wishes for domesticity around katsuki, not yet.
katsuki was *cute. every little movement had him falling more in his head with his feelings for the other. hand carefully takes hold of the glass and he takes a small sip, sitting it between the two.
his favorite wine, with his favorite person. his smile never leaves,
fingers brushing his on the handoff.
“ that's really good. you weren't kidding. ”
he keeps hold of his other hand, toying with his fingers. ough. so cute.
were younger. his own grew, and his cheeks warmed considerably. adoration filled every fiber of hanta’s being, only focused again once drinks were brought.
“here, try it first. see if you like it.” his voice stays gentle, hand reaching over to give his the softest squeeze.
“anythin’ for my favorite guy.”
he softly smiles as he flags down a waiter, placing his order and allowing katsuki his turn to do so. he couldn’t help but admire the blonde, eyes focused on his smile, so radiant and bright.. something he’d dream of seeing more, even when they
menu, so he sets it aside and folds his hands upon the tabletop. head tilts at an angle, a smile playing on his lips.
“ thank you for taking me here. really. ”