Berwald’s brows twitched in his sleep and he breathed out deeply as his fingers dug into the soft fabric of your shirt. “God you’re adorable.” You cooed, knowing that he was too much of a heavy-sleeper to wake up. Caressing his face gently, you smiled as the tension that had built up in his shoulders released and he continued to snore away softly.
His head was buried in your lap and you were trying not to squeal at your boyfriend’s sweetness. It was strange really, most people got freaked out when he looked at them and the fact that so many people feared him did get to him. He just put up an invisible wall so that people couldn’t hurt him and for that he was judged terribly. The first time you met him though, instead of shying away from him, you offered him your hand and gave him a heart-warming smile.
As you stroked his hair, your hand lightly grazed his ear and he cringed, angling his head in such a way that your hand was trapped from moving anymore. Intrigued, you eased your hand out of his neck and brushed your fingers over his ear again. He repeated his previous action and you chuckled; seems like you’d found a ticklish spot.
Tracing your hands down to his neck, you watched curiously as you tickled in the crook of his neck. Almost instantly he swatted your hands away, his slumber as ever present. Feeling more than a little excited about this new game of yours, you grinned as you poked his ribs and stomach, laughing softly at his reactions.
Even his knees were ticklish you found and you could barely contain your mirth as he tossed and turned this way and that, always trying to escape the wrath of your tickling fingers. The fun stopped however when he cracked his blue eyes open and glared as he saw you, lifting up his shirt for better reach to his stomach.
“Wh’t ‘r yu d’ng?” He muttered, not failing to smile a little when you froze, having been caught red-handed. “Nothing.” You lied, dropping his shirt and placing your hands back in your lap. Your face turned pink and you averted your eyes. He stared up at you, due to his turning he was now facing you and he propped himself up on one arm.
Cupping your face with his free hand, he tilted your head back to him so that you couldn’t not make eye-contact. “Li’r.” He murmured, deep blue piercing your own (e/c). “You were just too cute Berwald.” You replied truthfully, wrapping your arms around him. He shifted so that now you were the one lying on him and he cradled you gently against his chest.
He shook his head. Honestly, you were the only person he’d ever met that thought him to be cute. Surely you knew you were the most adorable right? “Yu’r th’ c’te ‘ne ‘ere.” He pressed his lips softly against your forehead and you giggled, leaning up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips with a self-satisfied smile.
“Thanks Ber.” Smiling, he butted his nose against yours. “ ‘nyt’me.”