![]() You giggled, unable to hold on to your serious demeanor, giving your boyfriend a soft fond look. “How else am I supposed to let everyone know I’m with the loveliest person in this store?” he demanded with exaggerated shock, wriggling his eyebrows at you playfully. “Satori,” you scolded lightly, raising a brow at him, well aware he’d known exactly what you were asking for, and that he was being purposefully difficult. “Exactly,” he told you with a faux serious nod as if that explained why he’d apparently decided to hook one of his fingers through your belt loops. “Your hands are full,” you pointed out doubtfully. “ Pardon, ma chérie,” Tendou cooed at you, a slight pout on his face, speaking French because he knew you were weak to it, “But it’s not my fault! You’re not holding my hand.” You’d been expecting the worst when you’d turned to look, fully expecting to have snagged on something and praying your pants hadn’t ripped only to find your boyfriend giving you a look that was half-sheepish, half-amused. Shopping with Tendou was never boring, and you’d been having a fairly good time, only to suddenly jerk backward slightly, stumbling a bit as something hooked the back belt loop of your jeans. You’d already piled several pairs to try on into his hands, which he’d gamely accepted and was carrying around, making the occasional comment about the people around the store or pointing out ridiculously ugly shoes for the two of you to make fun of together. You’d been walking around the store, trying to find the right brand of shoes that your picky beloved insisted were the best. ![]() “Satori what are you doing?” you asked your boyfriend utterly bemused. ![]() Big thanks to and for beta reading this for me! I know it was forever ago but I still really appreciate it! Also and who asked to be tagged! ![]()
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