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Summary: Hanma and you know those intimate moments are few and far between. But you always find a way to make the most of them.
Cw: fem!reader, established relationship, reader and Shuji have kids, some suggestive content, pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, princess, mama, doll),some mentions of violence, this is kinda self indulgent lol.
Hanma Shuji has a morning voice like no other. Itβs gritty, rough, laced with the aftermath of disuse and sleep, cigarettes and alcohol. Itβs gravelly, inflected with the slight slur of fatigue, but it rolls over your body in such a way that makes the heat in your stomach thrum with energy.Β
He swears the nights are deliberately shorter when heβs at home.
The mornings arrive too fast and the covers are pulled too quickly and he winces a little when the cold draught slips past the door left ajar and he thinks this is maybe the karma for spending so much time at work and never enough at home.
He pulls the blanket over his head and groans, his head of tousled curls now lopsided and flattened against the soft downy pillow.
Your arms come around him instinctively, your breath warm against the pronounced clavicles, the hollow of his throat flexing when he swallows.
The sleep grit is crusting in the corners of his eyes and he pulls up one hand to rub at them, the other pulling you closer against his chest, secretly relishing in the sigh of contentment he hears when you press a chaste and soft kiss to the dip in his collarbones.