Mettaton got home after a show, looking at you with a grin appearing on his face. He put his metal arms out and practically ran at you, pulling you into a hug. he trapped you with his strength, oblivious that he was basically suffocating you.

"Darling!~ We should do something romantic tonight, we haven't since..." He paused for a moment, thinking, "Yesterday!" He gasped dramatically, "What shall we do!?"

Metta tilted his head at you, the fridge of his hair falling to the side.