Summary: Your name is Cronus Ampora and you don't regret this decision.
Rating: No content warnings
Day Eleven: Wearing Kigurumi

You hate your brother sometimes. You really do. And this is one of those times. Apparently he'd ordered these fucking enormous pajama things a few weeks back, and now he expects you to fucking wear one? No. Hell no.

Hell.

Fucking.

No.

There is no way that you'll be caught dead in one.

Or at least that's what you'd thought until your ever so adorable boyfriend decided to humor his little brother's best friend, ie: your fucking piss stain of a brother, by trying one on. And on him, in all of his five foot five inch glory, it is the most precious thing you've ever seen. He looks like he's swimming in the damn thing but that just makes it even fucking cuter. A boyfriend in a koala pajama thing? That is something that you never thought you'd want to scoop up and kiss then and there.

But you do, and he makes a little noise of protest, so you put him down. Even though you really want to pick him back up. So you ask if you can but he tells you to put yours on. With a huff and a slump of your shoulders you kick off your shoes and pull the damn thing on and oh my fucking god. You are more comfortable in it than you'd expected.

It's so soft. And warm. And cozy. You feel like you're wrapped in a perfect giant blanket. Even though you look like, well, you think that it's supposed to be a black cat, but you're not sure, you don't fucking care. You are comfy and cozy. So you turn back to him, smiling again and ask permission this time, which he finds "acceptable and highly inoffensive."

So you scoop him up in your cat suit clad arms and you press a deep kiss to his perfect, soft lips with a grin. The two of you stay like that for a little while before going to your room to watch a movie. As you lay on the bed, you wrap your arm around his shoulders and rest your hand in his hair. He rests against your shoulder and you just take in his scent. It's strong and earthy. So natural. And all him.

You press a kiss to the top of his head and think to yourself. "I love you, Kankri Vantas."

But when you hear, "I love you, too, Cronus," you know that you hadn't just thought it.

You look down at him, eyes wide and jaw dropped a little as he leans up and presses another soft kiss to your lips.

You'd just told him that you love him for the first time.

And you're wearing fucking over sized animal pajamas.

You guess that you can't complain.