ᡣ𐭩 now playing; sweets parade by kana hanazawa

Your boyfriend’s such a crybaby, you’ve come to realize. Every little inconvenience, every minor argument, even the slightest glance of an eye that looks slightly different sends him off-kilter. His expression crumples in that familiar way, and he spends the rest of his sad little day floating in misery.

Oh, well. Perhaps that is too cruel of you to say. How should we rephrase this?

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Kakeru Sengoku is a soft, fragile thing and he is your boyfriend of three years and sometimes you can’t help but make fun of how easily he breaks. He is feeble and craven and weak and his heart is an apple rotting at its core.

He does not understand why you love him. Sometimes you don’t understand either.

You’re so mean to him, he thinks.

But he’s okay with it. You’re okay with it too, because even though your boyfriend is a little pathetic, he is also sweet and charming and comfortable enough with you to be happy and theatrical, so you have never really minded.

Mostly though, he is the marshmallow fluff in your life, so whenever he starts tearing up a little or loses an arm-wrestling competition to his mom, you just laugh and tease until he’s sad enough to need consoling, because you’re just pleased he’s yours.

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“Do you even still love me?!” Is how he greets you, when you arrive a few minutes late to his house. His parents had warned you of his practiced melodrama beforehand (“He’s been at it for twenty minutes. If he starts fake-crying, we have faith in you"), and so you already have a general idea of how this will play out.

He’s ridiculous, really. He does look good in short sleeves, though.