puerile | suzuya juuzou

"[Name]-chan~"

You jumped at the sudden voice in your ear, nearly dropping the stack of papers you had in your arms. Taking a breath, you braced yourself for the young man who soon attempted to tackle you. Soon enough the force of a familiar investigators body slammed into your back and nearly knocked you off balance, but thankfully you had become accustom to this by now. You felt a nose snuggle into that space between the shoulder-blades, slender arms wrapped lazily around your waist. The stitches in the forearms confirmed your suspicion of the culprit - none other than Inspector Suzuya Juuzou. Or rather, your boyfriend.

Many people wondered just how you were able to deal with the quirky investigator, and often subtly insulted him when they asked you. Others used words such as 'childish' and 'difficult' among the less... delightful words. How you managed him was not really something you could put into words, so you merely said 'He makes me happy', which certainly wasn't a lie. The quirky albino was someone who made you happy, thus why you agreed to go out with him. Sure he was a bit unpredictable and a little bit psychotic, but if anyone could balance him out, it was you.

You could get him to calm down with just a soft voice and a touch of the hand, often with promises of sweets and affection if he complied. Your arms would wrap around him and your long fingers gliding through his hair to get him to keep him calm. You'd often be the one to help him scrub the blood from his fair colored clothes as he deemed it too difficult and a waste of time. You, being the productive snowflake you are, managed to find a way and save the trouble of dragging your beloved boyfriend to the store to buy another. If there was a place he wanted to sew a place he couldn't reach, you would help sew what ever design he desired albeit you did it hesitantly. When he needed someone to rant or talk to, you would always answer the phone. Hell, you even allowed him to sew his initials into your skin (once he explained all the details and promised to take it out if you became uncomfortable with it later). He considered you his personal sweet-heart.

If anyone was the most affectionate out of the two of you, it was Juuzou. He seemed to never stop with the affection, always showing how much he loved you from grand gestures to little childish displays. Often he would just come up and snuggle into you, even if you had your arms full or your attention was on something else entirely. He'd sit at the desk beside you as you finished paperwork for the CCG, swinging his legs and asking you all sorts of question, the most common being 'when can we go home?'. He was often very upset when you didn't pay attention to him or at least give an acknowledgement of his existence. Once he had even flipped your desk, picked you up and carried you out of the damn building because he was tired of you paying so much attention to your ever growing pile of paperwork instead of him. When you were relaxed outside of work, he'd share his treats with you and get the happiest smile on his face when you would take it (as you often would not for the sake of health and how sick you got with so much sweets).
The only affection he showed you that actually made you concerned is how he behaved when you were busy with your attention on someone else - mostly when they were flirting with you. Juuzou would pull you against his chest, giving a sickeningly sweet smile to the other and tell them how you were his. And no one else's. So that they'd better back off.

A bit like he was doing now.
He glared at the person across from you, who quickly shuffled away with paperwork in their hands. Darn. You needed to hand the file off to them but.. it seemed Juuzou scared them off.

"Juuzou. What is it?" You hummed, leaning into your lover and shifting the papers in your arms to touch his cheek with your hand.

He smiled and nuzzled into you again now that you were with your attention on him once more. "Nothing."

"Then can I get back to my paperwork? We've got the date after work." You chuckled. The shake of his head was a tell that he was not letting you go any time soon. "Why not?"

Leaning up, he pressed his sewn lip against your ear.
"Because right now, you're mine."