A day belated, but most definitely not forgotten! Happy birthday to our dear friend Jade from @vball-baes-bball-babes! I hope you had a great day and enjoy some domestic Daichi fluff!
– Admin Rachel Lauren
“I’m home!”
Daichi enters the apartment, greeted by the sound of your “Welcome home!” from another room. In the distance, he also hears the sound of water rushing from a faucet, followed shortly by a clank of glasses and a string of curses from you. Then a sigh of relief.
“Dishes, huh?” he calls before entering the kitchen. You’ve both broken glasses and plates while washing them before, no thanks to them slipping from your hands and crashing back into the sink. Your sigh convinces him that your kitchenware survived the fall this time. “Need any help?”
“Nope, almost done,” you call over your shoulder. There’s something about the sunlight streaming from the window over the sink that always makes you look picture perfect from this angle. He could sit and stare for a while if you’d allow it.
“I can hand dry what’s on the rack.”
“The towels are all wet, and uh, on the floor.”
Daichi now catches sight of the hand towels laid out on the floor. He can’t see the front of your shirt, but he doesn’t really need to in order to figure it out. The large pan on the drying rack clues him in; the dishes aren’t the only thing that were sprayed.
“Let me guess: the floor needs to be washed too anyway?” he teases before joining you at the sink. He always liked that you’re not particularly bothered by minor inconveniences.
“How did you know?” you ask with a wide, cheesy grin. It’s so small, but he loves when the two of you have these playful moments. There’s no explanation as to why his heart swells with joy and love at times like these. Maybe the only explanation is love.
You place the last glass on the drying rack and turn to him. “And done.” You peel off the rubber gloves off and drape them over the faucet. Daichi observes for a moment as you bring your hands to your face and sniff. “Ugh, it’s gonna take forever to get the rubber smell off.”
You pull them back and grimace at them for a second.
“You have something on your face,” Daichi says.
“Soap maybe?” you say, confused as cups your face and examines your features. He doesn’t answer. Instead he presses his lips to yours. It only catches you off-guard for a moment; Daichi pulls moves like this often enough that you’re used to it. You hum in delight regardless because it’s still just as sweet as all the other times.
He pulls away, smiling. Thumbs caress your cheeks as you bring your own hands up to meet his. “Nope, it was me.”
“Well, thank goodness for that.” You let him bask in your presence a little more. He’s caught up in taking you in, only noticing peripherally but not registering that you’ve opened a nearby drawer and removed a fresh hand towel. You press it to his chest. “Now, get drying.”
And he does, but not without stealing another kiss.
Rachel Lauren I love this!!! It’s so sweet and cute and honestly my husband would totally do something like this so it was extra special to me.
Thank you so very much for taking time (especially when you weren’t feeling well) to write me such a wonderful present.
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