It's been exactly 10 minutes and there's nothing that I haven't said to try and bring Asahi out of that dressing room.

"Baby, Asahi-san, honey," I sigh once more, running my figners through my hair for the nth time in 10 minutes, "you always look stunning and you are just stunning in general, just let me see-"

And finally, after what it seemed to be hours, my boyfriends steps out of the dressing room, a shy, nervous smile on his lips. I couldn't help but to stand up from my chair, hands flying up to cover my mouth as I held back the urge to squeal.

Today, I had decided to take Asahi out to do some shopping. After dating the gentle giant for the past 5 months and witnessing his struggles in trying to find a different variety of clothes for every date we've been on, I brought up the subject.

"Do you not have anything that fits you?" I asked him, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater on me. "Everything you give me is huge but you claim to be small on you, dear."

He paused his writting, turning around on his chair and his cheeks reddened, eyes full of adoration and he cooed, "that's because I'm too tall and every store I go to says they don'thave my size. And if they do, then I'd just be wearing the kind crazy clothes Hinata would wear- bunch of colours everywhere," he mutters the last part with a small frown.

I let out a giggle, "y'know, I bet I could find something that fits you and makes you look like a model."

He let out a small laugh, his hand rubbing the back of his neck and he shrugged, "I'm not so sure. I'll just stick to my usual sweatpants and sweater. You look too cute in that, by the way," he pouts.

Asahi was wearing a pair of high waisted past, a large beige t-shirt tucked in said pants but not too much and he had his hair up in a bun like I had suggested.

"Asahi..." I whispered, a smile on my lips. "You look so cute!"

I saw his face get even more red than usual and he turned around, looking at his refelction in the mirror, "you think so?" 

I felt my heart ache at the insecure look on his face and I held back a frown, pouting playfully instead as I stepped up behind him, looking at him through the mirror as I leaned over his shoulder. Our eyes met, scared ones meeting my reasssuring look and I smiled softly, pressing a softly small kiss onto his bicep, "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

At that, he blushed, shifting his stare to the ground and I chuckled before patting his waist and stepping back, allowing him to change back.

It wasn't even 5 minutes later that he opened the door, the clothes I previously saw him in clutched on his hand and a smile on his face, "I think I'm getting this."

And I grinned.

"I am glad, baby," I said as I stood up, approaching him with open arms. He did the same, wrappin ghis arms around my shoulders and I wrapped my own around his waist, resting my head on his chest. "Let's go pay, then we can get some o fyour favourite ice cream."

We paid for his clothes, having to share the cost as he wouldn't let me pay but I had suggested the outfit and we headed towards the food court, hands laced together and humming a tone that we both knew.

"(Y/n)?"

I hummed back in response, glancing up at him with a calm expression. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before saying nothing and deciding to keep his lips shut and I sigh, leaning my head on his shoulder as I nudged him with my elbow.

"Asahi-chan, you can tell me anything."

He looked at me and nodded, almost like as if he were reassuring himself and he took a deep breath, "thank you for everything."

I giggled, leaning on his shoulder to press a light kiss on his cheek and he smiled.

"I meant," he continued. "I never had anyone treat me with as much love and respect as you and I really, really do love you and I just wanted to tell you that."

I blushed at his words and felt my shyness take over, "Asahi-san..."

"I just-" a breath, "feel so grateful for you all the time and I really don't deserve you. You don't deserve my anxious self and you still choose to stick by me, so-"

"Asahi, I deserve you more than you know and you deserve more than you know, too." I interrupt his speech with a whisper. He stops walking, grabbing both my cheeks with his hands and leans down to press a kiss to my nose, followed by both of my cheeks and finally, a gentle one on my lips.

I smile into the kiss, grabbing his wrists loosely and we part, both uttering the same words at the same time.

"I love you."