BE WARNED: Semi-crack ahead.
All charcters and Junjou Romantica belong to Shungiku Nakamura.
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"Miyaaaaaaaagiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
"Aah, what now, Shinobu-chin?" Miyagi slowly swiveled around in his chair, turning to face his lover, who was currently holding a large pile of various books in his arms, struggling to keep them from falling.
"I need help with my literature essay," Shinobu replied, carelessly dropping all the books onto the floor with a thunk. He crossed his arms against his pink sweater and stared at Miyagi expectantly.
"Gah...that's one big pile of books..." Miyagi commented.
"Not compared to your office," Shinobu spat.
"Good point, Shinobu-chin." Miyagi sighed. "So what do I help you with?"
"This," Shinobu said pointing to the messy pile of books beside him.
"Quite obviously."
"Don't you sass me, old man."
"Show some more respect for your elders!"
"Suuuuuure," Shinobu said in a tone that implied 'no way in hell'.
"Er, whatever. Forget I said anything. Anyway, let's what you got here," Miyagi said, picking up one of the books, leafing through the pages.
THREE HOURS LATER
"Aaaaaah, I'm beat! Jeez, I practically wrote your essay for you!" Miyagi complained.
Shinobu yawned and stretched out like a cat, curling up on the couch with a Snuggie. "Yes, well. Think of it as payment for the super amazing things I did for you last night."
Miyagi had to admit, last night had been pretty wild.
"Why don't you just wear your robe backwards instead of that snuggie thing?" Miyagi said, creasing his brow, casting a glance at Shinobu's pink Snuggie. "How the hell did you get a pink one anyway? I thought they only come in red, blue, and sage green?"
"I have my ways."
"Hmmmmmmm..." Miyagi said absent-mindedly, walking over to his lover and taking a seat next to him on the couch. "Just promise me you'll never cook with that thing on. That's practically asking to get caught on fire. I have no idea why the idiot who made that commercial decided to show a woman cooking eggs with her snuggie on."
"What are you, worried about me, old man?"
"Quite frankly, yes."
"You are not romantic at all."
"I don't want to hear that coming from you."
"Shut up and cuddle with me," Shinobu demanded.
"Sure, sure."
Miyagi removed his shoes and crawled under the pink sleeved blanket.
Shinobu wrapped his arms around Miyagi and deeply breathed in the familiar scent of his lover. Cigarettes, a hint of dated books, and musky shampoo: the most wonderful smell in the world. Miyagi's smell.
"I love you, old man."
"I love you to the moon and back. Twice."
They tightened their embrace under the comfort of the luxurious fleece and the dim lighting of a panda-shaped lamp.
Snuggies were truly best for one thing: snuggling.
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Soooooooooooo, was it okay? It's my first ever fanfic. Some of the lines belong to the Snuggie commercial, like the 'luxurious fleece' and the 'red, blue, and sage green' parts.
How did Shinobu get a pink Snuggie anyway? O.O Feel free to voice you opinion! That means review!