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"[Name], [Name]! Look what I have for you!!" There was an extra heap of buoyancy springing from the corners of his orotund voice, and you knew in that moment that something nettlesome was going to be querulously shoved in your face. Bokuto's potent steps resounded through the hallways while you stayed lounging on the couch, but seconds later he skittered into the living room with something hidden behind his back.

You shifted gawkily in your seat, staring up at his heighten figure in the utmost curiosity. "What is it?" you questioned incredulously, instinctively switching from his slanted orbs to his bulky arms to scrutinize any detail on whatever present he had in store for you. Your shrewd vision soaked in the dorky red sweater he garbed, little green stitches poorly woven together to resemble something akin to Christmas Trees and multicolored buttons were splayed across the green terrain as ornaments.

A voluminous grin spread exuberantly onto his ample lips, a tinge of playful mirth twinkled in his eyes. "You'll love it - stand up and I'll give it to you!" he exclaimed feverishly, ushering you to your feet hastily - and you clearly could tell he was using every inkling of his strength to retain his eagerness.

Shaking your head to yourself, an encompassed sigh suspended from your mouth as you lethargically hoisted yourself up to your two feet whilst inquires as to why you had to stand up to receive his gift. You stood in front of him, discreetly petulant about the shorter height you adorned in comparison to him. "I'm standing-Oompf!"

In a swift, fluid motion a vibrant red shrouded your vision as a fabric was shoved over top of your head; impelled by the sudden act to thrust your arms through the sleeves. Flummox contorted your features as you gazed down upon the attire promptly forced over your form, but only to sneer maliciously at the lengthy sweater: It was the exact same as the one Bokuto was wearing.

Cocking your head back up to fixate your scowl at him, he could only gush incoherently about how utterly adorable you looked in the sweater. "[Name], you look so cute!!" he enthused vehemently, a numerous amount of swinging gesticulations slashed through the air as he raved on about how you appeared. "We even match now, too!"

Bokuto's cheeks were outlined with a rosy hue, one that brought out his creamy complexion marvelously, and you couldn't uphold your huffy composure for long - the compliments spewing from his mouth only further insisted a flourishing heat to pervaded your own sullen face. "Th-Thanks," you shyly murmured out, revolving your head to the side to avoid any more bashfulness from overtaking you.

However that notion was short-lived as your massive boyfriend scooped you up into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest with an iron-like clasp. A chaste kiss was fervently placed against the apple of your cheek, oblivious to your slight discomfort in the action, but as you turned your head to face him head-on, he couldn't hold himself back at all.

The adorable blush scorching your cheeks made his nerves react on impulse, and he charged forward with an astounding amount of enthusiasm and hurriedly pressed your lips onto his own. A rush of emotions swept through your body until you hesitantly returned the sweet kiss. Bokuto drew back for a split-second, only to suavely lean in to kiss you again. Again. Again. Again.

A kiss for every beat you made his heart thump. In that moment, he wouldn't stop kissing you until his last breath.

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"[Name], [Name]! Look what I have for you!!" There was an extra heap of buoyancy springing from the corners of his orotund voice, and you knew in that moment that something nettlesome was going to be querulously shoved in your face. Bokuto's potent steps resounded through the hallways while you stayed lounging on the couch, but seconds later he skittered into the living room with something hidden behind his back.

You shifted gawkily in your seat, staring up at his heighten figure in the utmost curiosity. "What is it?" you questioned incredulously, instinctively switching from his slanted orbs to his bulky arms to scrutinize any detail on whatever present he had in store for you. Your shrewd vision soaked in the dorky red sweater he garbed, little green stitches poorly woven together to resemble something akin to Christmas Trees and multicolored buttons were splayed across the green terrain as ornaments.

A voluminous grin spread exuberantly onto his ample lips, a tinge of playful mirth twinkled in his eyes. "You'll love it - stand up and I'll give it to you!" he exclaimed feverishly, ushering you to your feet hastily - and you clearly could tell he was using every inkling of his strength to retain his eagerness.

Shaking your head to yourself, an encompassed sigh suspended from your mouth as you lethargically hoisted yourself up to your two feet whilst inquires as to why you had to stand up to receive his gift. You stood in front of him, discreetly petulant about the shorter height you adorned in comparison to him. "I'm standing-Oompf!"

In a swift, fluid motion a vibrant red shrouded your vision as a fabric was shoved over top of your head; impelled by the sudden act to thrust your arms through the sleeves. Flummox contorted your features as you gazed down upon the attire promptly forced over your form, but only to sneer maliciously at the lengthy sweater: It was the exact same as the one Bokuto was wearing.

Cocking your head back up to fixate your scowl at him, he could only gush incoherently about how utterly adorable you looked in the sweater. "[Name], you look so cute!!" he enthused vehemently, a numerous amount of swinging gesticulations slashed through the air as he raved on about how you appeared. "We even match now, too!"

Bokuto's cheeks were outlined with a rosy hue, one that brought out his creamy complexion marvelously, and you couldn't uphold your huffy composure for long - the compliments spewing from his mouth only further insisted a flourishing heat to pervaded your own sullen face. "Th-Thanks," you shyly murmured out, revolving your head to the side to avoid any more bashfulness from overtaking you.

However that notion was short-lived as your massive boyfriend scooped you up into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest with an iron-like clasp. A chaste kiss was fervently placed against the apple of your cheek, oblivious to your slight discomfort in the action, but as you turned your head to face him head-on, he couldn't hold himself back at all.

The adorable blush scorching your cheeks made his nerves react on impulse, and he charged forward with an astounding amount of enthusiasm and hurriedly pressed your lips onto his own. A rush of emotions swept through your body until you hesitantly returned the sweet kiss. Bokuto drew back for a split-second, only to suavely lean in to kiss you again. Again. Again. Again.

A kiss for every beat you made his heart thump. In that moment, he wouldn't stop kissing you until his last breath.