#manjiro x yn
[11:57]||manjiro sano
“mikey,” you call mikey‘s name as you shake the blond haired man awake, checking the time as you run a hand through his damp hair. “mikey, baby wake up.”
the blond man groans at your call, yet rather than getting up and opening his eyes to answer to your call, he simply rolls his his left lazily and grabs the pillow above him.
“baby get up.” you say once again, this time, grabbing the pillow away from his face and lightly tapping at his cheek. “mikey—”
you get cut off when he holds your wrist in place. you sigh in relief, thanking the gods that he has finally awaken. but your prayer of thanks gets discontinued when he suddenly pulls you to his side causing a yelp to leave past your lips.
“mikey!” you hiss, your hand propping beside his head, effectively caging him down. however, he stays indifferent and still lays there, unmoving underneath you.
“too loud,” he whines softly, finally opening his eyes like a baby. his black eyes are down turned, as if he were sad, and his pouted lips do not help, his expression shows as if he were pleading. “come to bed, please,”
his sweet little plead leaving past his pouted lips almost make you give in. but you refuse to give in, if it means it‘s for his own goodness.
so you sigh, placing a hand on his cheek once again and caressing the supple skin lightly. “baby, you can‘t sleep with wet hair. you‘ll get sick.” you try to explain.
“but i‘m too tired to wait,” his lips purse together, eyes fluttering open and close. “can we please go to bed?”
you swear your heart skipped two— if not three beats. you find it hard to respond and deny when he leans a bit and kisses your palm. it‘s always hard to deny him when he‘s like this, all sleepy and pouty like a baby.
“baby i know you‘re tired, but you‘ll get sick.” you try to reason again but he once again whines, grabbing your hand and lacing it with his.
“it‘s okay, because if i get sick i‘ll be with you and you‘ll take care of me, then we‘ll spend more time together.” he says with a sleepy smile. “i love it when you take care of me.”
you can‘t help but chuckle, shaking your head lightly before leaning down and kissing his forehead. “well, i suppose it won‘t be that bad.” you say before you turn off the light by the bed and lay beside him.
“i‘ll be in your loving care for the next few days, okay?”
yes, he sure will be in your loving care for the next few days.
