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UGLY SWEATER | AKAASHI KEIJI

holiday/christmas drabble. husband keij. corny shit. gn reader. jus…fluff n (christmas) crack.

“wh-what..” keiji asks, face flushing and fingers growing restless at his sides.

oh heaven love him. you married your husband for many reasons; his thoughtfulness is unparalleled, his preciseness is unmatched, his cooking is simply to die for. he’s a sweetheart, through and through. he seems to always know how you’re feeling or what you want before you even do. he’s able to read you like he’s known you forever and can recite your entire being like it’s the back of his hand. there are countless reasons that you said i do.

but his fashion sense is definitely not one of them.

“nothing, it’s just—“

you bite your lip to stop the laugh threatening to bubble out of your throat. because, granted, keiji’s fashion sense is pretty good eleven months out of the year. sophisticated, clean, attractively slouchy. but then comes december, and december brings, well.

“keij, that sweater..”

it is absolutely horrid. it’s like christmas threw up on it; tinsel and ribbons and buttons in four separate mismatched shapes and, god, who even knew there were this many different shades of red and green? when did he even buy this? because you most definitely wouldn’t have let him make it to the check out line with it in hand.

“what about it?” he asks, and—sweet man—his face is completely serious too. his fingers grip the hem of it, tug at it a little as he looks down. his eyes scan the fabric, a once over for himself, then he’s glancing back up to you with furrowed brows. “is it a little too much?”

“babe.” a small giggle finally escapes you as you step up to him, patting his shoulder and watching as a string of tinsel drifts to the floor. “i think it’s a lot too much. i mean is this—are those bells on your collar?”

and oh, keiji doesn’t really get embarrassed a lot, but now pink is flooding his cheeks so fast he thinks he might just faint on the spot.

“well it’s just a christmas party. and you said to dress festive so i—should i change? yeah, i should change. let me just—“

“no, no! wait,” you protest with a chuckle, grabbing his hand to stop him and smiling at the slight pout he gives you. “it’s..cute. in a quirky sort of way. give me a little spin.”

“yn..”

“nuh uh,” you tut, dropping his hand and twirling your finger around. “you chose to put it on, no whining. now spin.”

the pout tugging at your husband’s lips deepens, the flush in his face following suit. but nevertheless he follows your order and does an awkward little spin for you in the middle of your living room; much like a kid showcasing the shirt he’s just tried on in the dressing room for his mom. and the sweater looks just as dorky and ugly after the twirl than it did before, but (and you blame keiji’s natural allure for this) it somehow is a little charming now.

“do i go change..?” he whispers, fingers fidgeting with one of the ribbons hanging off the front of the godawful thing.

you so badly want to say yes, to have him put on the outfit you already picked out for him in your head so the two of you could take cute pictures together in front of your friend’s fireplace. but then you look at him; at the blush high on his cheeks and the bashfulness in his slouch and the jitters in the teeth gnawing at the corner of his lip and you just..

“nah,” you smile, straighten out a bow on his sleeve, fix a button on his chest. “i think you should keep it on. you know, it’s actually kinda cute. almost makes me jealous that i don’t have one.”

it’s instant, the way keiji’s eyes light up at your admission, and suddenly he’s tugging at your hands and his bashfulness is shifting to a new form.

“well, actually, i may have bought one for you too? they were just on sale and there was one in your size so i thought i might as well and..”

you’re lost for words as you follow after him, smile stretching your lips as you listen to him ramble through explanation after explanation. the sweater he pulls out of the closet for you is just as hideous as his own, just as disgustingly festive as the one he’s donning. you take it from him as soon as he hands it to you, and try not to laugh too much at the excitement written all over his face as he watches you change.

it’s dorky, and your christmas pictures in front of your friend’s fireplace look totally dumb compared to everyone else’s, but it’s worth it to see the grin on your husband’s face afterwards.

even if you have to physically restrain him from using that photo on your christmas cards.

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