SUGAR AND SPICE — choso kamo x f!reader
@luv-lies | event masterlist | matchmaking : building gingerbread houses
cinnamon and nutmeg hang in the air, wafting from the kitchen. at the table, ingredients are spread to every corner: gumdrops, shredded coconut, chocolate chips, anything the two of you could find to craft the perfect gingerbread houses.
yours is going well - it at least hasn’t collapsed yet. there’s a nice path made of crumbled cookies leading to the tiny wafer door, with candy shingles carefully attached to the roof.
choso, meanwhile, sits with his back facing you. every time you attempt to catch a glimpse of his creation, he shifts, blocking your view with his shoulders. all you can make out are thick, furrowed brows as he works.
“almost done,” he smiles with a glance towards you. “just putting the finishing touches on!”
which would be sweet, you think, except he hasn’t reached for anything in the past twenty minutes beyond the giant bowl of frosting.
“don’t you want to use any candy though, cho?”
he just chuckles, pink dusting his cheeks. “no, no, i’ve got everything i need!”
absentmindedly, you pop a few gumdrops into your mouth, letting the chewy sugar melt on your tongue. placing a few candy canes along the edge of your plate, you form a makeshift fence for your perfect little baked home as you wait.
“aaaand, done!” he exclaims suddenly.
stepping to the side, he reveals his gingerbread house: white icing drawn in the shape of your name, surrounded in hearts, covers the walls. on the roof, he has written ‘i love you’ in his neatest cursive.
“well? what do you think?” he nervously fidgets with his hands while you take it in, holding his breath.
just as your mouth opens to compliment him, tell him how it’s perfect, how he’s perfect, how he makes you feel warm and safe in a way no one else ever has before, something shifts. in an instant, the walls cave in, his creation collapsing into a pile of frosting.
“nooo,” he pouts, reaching out to salvage what he can but only ending up with sticky fingers.
your palm rests lightly on his wrist, and you place a soothing peck to his cheek. “i love it, cho, it’s perfect.”
“i just…i wanted to make something as pretty as you are.”
“well,” you giggle, “it might not be as pretty, but it will certainly be more delicious.” through a smile, you take a piece of the gingerbread, still warm as it crunches between your teeth. clove and spices meld on your tongue before offering it to him. he takes a bite, resting his head on yours, sugar and sweet.
a/n: MY DEAR LUVIE!!!!! thank you for letting me play matchmaker teehee :3 our poor sweet boy is just doing his best hahahahahaha i thought he'd be nice and cozy and caring <3 thank you for always being so kind and being such a lovely person to talk to, i love you sm!!!!