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- Izana x gn!reader

- It's just a lil fluff, gross domestic fluff. very cringy cause it's almost 1 in the morning, I don't recommend. I should stick to smut.

“So, are you gonna to tell me where you’re taking me and why you’re baking a cake?” You peer over Izana's shoulder as you watch him get ready to frost a strawberry shortcake.

“No, it’s a surprise.” He gently nudges your hand away when he notices you reaching for the piping bag filled with frosting and rolling his eyes when he sees that you managed to get some on your finger.

“I know, but now I’m impatient since Emma wouldn’t shut up about it.” You shrug before clearing off the counter by dumping the baking pan and the rest of the utensils in the sink.

“I should stop telling her things.” He sighs and it's begrudgingly fond, which means you both know he’s still going to.

“Can I at least get one hint?” You bargain, eyes lighting up when he hands you the piping bag with the leftover frosting in it.

“Don’t just squirt it in your mouth like tha—ugh, give it back.” He crosses into your space and you immediately sidestep him. “And no, you can't.”

You groan. “At least tell me what I should wear.”

Izana shrugs, flicking a lock of hair out of his eyes. “Anything you want, I can fight. Something warm though, please? It's chilly outside."

This makes you laugh as you begin rolling up your sleeves to start on the dishes, placing the now empty piping bag in the sink. “Cute and I was thinking of wearing that outfit you got me for my birthday last year.”

Izana’s smile brightens, giving the cake one last look before putting it away. “That’s perfect.” He then walks over to you and kisses your head before picking up the rag to dry the excess water from the dishes after you wash them.

You’ve told him countless times that he doesn’t need to help you dry them when they’ll air dry on their own. But, he insists on helping you, says he just wants to be near you and you obviously weren't going to turn him down.

“Can I at least guess where we’re going?” You hand him a glass and he takes it from you as he ponders your question.

“Okay, but no betting this time. I feel bad about taking your money.” He pouts and you pat his cheek lovingly.

“No, you don’t.” You deadpan and he snorts.

“You are a sore loser so I’ve learned not to feel sympathy anymore.” He jerks his hand up to avoid the water you splashed at him. “You have two guesses.”

You glare at him but concede anyway, trying your best to think of places he’d take you that would require carrying your own pastries. “Are you taking me to the beach?”

Izana shakes his head. “No, I did say I wasn’t going back to the beach ever.”

“Oh right!” You recall as you scrub at a piece of crusted on batter. “You completely swore off the beach after that time a baby octopus almost crawled up y-”

“Don’t remind me.” He blushes, adjusting a spatula that was going to fall out of the dish drainer. “You have one more, make it count because you can’t ask me anything about the surprise after.”

“Is it a picnic?”

He nods, a tiny smile curling at his lips. “Yes.”

You kiss his cheek. “You know I love picnics and we go on them all the time so why the surprise this time?”

“The Yokohoma Flower Festival is back.” Izana responds, placing the knife down when you begin tugging at his shirt sleeve in excitement.

“And we’re having this picnic in the big botanical garden? Say yes.”

“Yes, we are.”

You squeal, dropping your task in favor of grabbing your boyfriend's face to pepper it with kisses. “Oh, thank you so much baby. You’re the best.”

“And you’re impatient.” He grumbles, but wraps his arms around you anyway, lips finding yours in a sweet kiss that has the man humming at the taste of the frosting on your mouth.

“Next time, don’t use the word surprise.” You squeeze him lightly, enjoying his warmth.

“I’ll just stop taking you out, how about that?”

Stepping out of his arms, you flash him a faux affronted look. “Well, then you can start squeezing your tiny waist into your fucking pants by yourself from now on.”

You theatrically storm out of the kitchen and Izana starts to laugh quietly, shoulders shaking as he leans against the counter.

“Are you done being dramatic or do I have to do the dishes by myself too?”

“You can do that by yourself too you silver haired simp!” He hears you yell as well as try to smother your own laughter after.

“That means I’ll be too tired to take you and I was looking forward to you making me that flower crown, damn.” He folds his lips to stifle his snickering at the sound of your rushed and approaching footsteps.

“My baby, you work so hard already.” You wrap your arms around him. “Let me do the dishes so you can rest.”

“That’s what I thought.”

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