Yami wasn’t always as he is now to you, granted, he treats you amazing now, but when first meeting you he didn’t hesitate to be an asshole. He would claim, “he was testing you” seeing if you would stand up to him, stand up for what you believe because that’s what he likes. Women who speak their mind. So imagine his astonishment and arousal when he complained how basic and cliche the “chocolate fountain” was on yall first date, and you told him there was nothing wrong with it, god did he like that, couldn’t get you out his mind all evening.

As if he’s an onion, peeling layer by layer slowly yet surely, you got Yami to be transparent with you. He’s wearing his heart on his sleeve for you, and so many little things make him jealous of possessive, he doesn’t even try to be nice to other people who aren’t you….

He looked half annoyed sitting at the little spot he had planned for you as a date. Picnic on the beach. Everything was perfect in his eyes. Until he made the foolish assumption of thinking the server would be as good as a cook as him, oh, did I mention he’s a professional chef? His standards are high. “Oh how disappointing.” He mused ungratefully throwing his fork down. “They dare serve you this? Oh please, I could make better. This is ridiculous”

He leans in and whispers.

“I swear it, if he comes with another half ass dish, im going to shove that plate so far up his damn ass” he practically growled in your ear with annoyance. He seriously wanted everything to be perfect for you.