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Shuichi has a very nice evening where nothing goes wrong

Summary:

Shu gets taken care of for an evening by his lovely wife :)

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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Shuichi groaned, flopping onto the couch. Upon hearing he was home, Kaede poked her head into the living room.

“You’re back early, how was your…day…?”

Oh. He was. Not looking good. Kaede walked over to the couch, kneeling down so she could give Shuichi a small kiss on the forehead.

“Work?”

“Work.”

“I see… well! In that case!” Kade stood up and turned to the kitchen, “I’ll be taking care of you tonight!”

Shuichi turned his head to face her, giving a concerned look.

“Ah… no… you don’t have to… it’s fine, really.”

“I can’t hear you over the sound of me making pancakes! You’re just going to have to be taken care of!” Kaede shouted, getting an assortment of bowls out. Shuichi made pancakes all the time, how hard could it be?

After a few minutes, Kaede ushered Shuichi to their table, where a small stack of pancakes was waiting. Shuichi chuckled, “Pancakes for dinner?”

Kaede hummed, “Well, it’s the only thing I can cook, so you’re getting pancakes like it or not!”

“Alright alright, I’ll like it then.”

The pancakes weren’t… the best… on a technical level. Some were slightly burnt, and some were undercooked, but they were the best damn pancakes he had ever had.

“Right!” Kaede clapped her hands, “I’m going to run a bath!”

Geez. She was really set on pampering him tonight wasn’t she.

The water was warm, and there was enough room in the bathtub for the both of them to sit comfortably.

Shuichi leaned back against his wife, who was currently massaging shampoo into his hair.

“Not gonna protest this one?” She joked. Shuichi just made a content mumble in response.

Soon enough, the pair were comfortably in bed, Shuichi resting his head against Kaede’s chest.

“Hey sweetheart? Thank you… tonight was… I really needed that…” he mumbled, feeling Kaede shift under him.

“You said it! You’ve finally called me sweetheart!” She ruffled Shuichi’s hair, “Maybe I should take care of you like this more often if it’ll get you to call me something other than Kaede!”

“Wouldn’t… mind that…” Shuichi muttered, before slipping into peaceful sleep.

Notes:

God I wish I was Shuichi!!!! (Why do I always write Saimatsu cuddles????)