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in which karasu is being way too sappy early in the mornings. (repost)

“why did’ya leave me alone in bed?”
you looked at where the sound came from. looking at your kitchen’s entrance, you saw your husband, karasu, just leaning on the doorframe, yawning.
“good morning. it looks like you had a good sleep,” you hummed as you looked at the clock to see that it was already a quarter to 9am. your eyes then fell back on the chopping board before continuing to chop the ingredients for the breakfast that you are about to cook for the two of you.
from your kitchen doorframe, karasu started to walk up to you lazily. he hugged you from behind and rested his head on your nape the moment he reached you. “you smell nice,” he hummed at your nape as he closed his eyes closed.
you chuckled at his comment as you continued to chop the ingredients. you were 100% fine that he was hugging you from behind as you prepared your breakfast, but it was not until he started to put more of his weight on you.
“hey! don’t try and put all your weight on me, i’m still chopping up some ingredients, y’know.”
“oh, sorry.. but can we just return to the bedroom instead? ‘m still very sleepy..” your husband said as he leaned his head over your shoulders to try and look at your face.
“you do know you can still go back to sleep considering that i’m still about to cook our breakfast. i’ll just call for you once i’m done,” you chuckled.
“you don’t get it. i want you to be right by my side.”
“haha, if you really want to be right at my side that bad then just sit on the chair across this aisle.” you pointed at the stool across the kitchen aisle. “we’ll get back to bed after we eat, ‘kay?”
“but you aren’t the fastest cook, and i want the both of us to get back to bed asap,” he mumbled. “but you know what? fine,” he sighed as he kissed your nape before removing himself from your back to walk around the kitchen aisle.
time ticks as you continue to prepare your breakfast. you were just minding your own business while humming some songs, not noticing how your husband watches you with such a fond look while his head is sitting on his crossed arms on the table, just like in a napping position.
“i love you so much,” karasu suddenly spoke.
“of course you do. why would i marry you if you don’t even love me,” you laughed without batting an eye towards him.
“you look so pretty,” he hummed. “i could stare at you all day. can i just marry you again and again?”
both of you married just a month ago, but you dated each other for 4 years before that. you know well that he’s actually sappy towards you behind closed doors, but despite all the times that you spent with each other, this is actually the very first time that you’ve seen him this sappy. you aren’t complaining though, seeing him like this made your heart flutter, though it really did surprise you.
“woah, woah, you’re unusually sappy right now. did you eat something weird last night?” you were truly taken aback that you paused from what you were doing.
“hey now, call it being overly sentimental and not sappy, ‘kay?" he raised his head and placed his chin under one of his palms, smirking as he looked at you with his half-lidded eyes. “hm, also, are you still chopping the ingredients?”
“uhm, yeah? heh.. i did struggle earlier so here we are,” you replied bashfully, trying to avoid his gaze.
karasu is getting impatient. he was indeed hungry earlier, but not anymore. all he wants now is to cuddle with you on the bed. he stood up from the stool before walking around the kitchen aisle towards you. and before it even clicked on your mind, he was already picking you onto one of his shoulders just like a sack of potatoes.
“wha– wait, what are you doing?!” you exclaimed in surprise. face flushed red because of the fact that he’s carrying you, especially just like a sack of potatoes.
“the obvious. picking you up towards our bedroom. i’m still sleepy and you cook way too slow.”

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