It was Saturday night and you were slumped in the backseat of a taxi, exhausted and achy. Lucky for you, your boyfriend Berwald made a nice pillow. As a special weekend treat, he'd taken you to an amusement park, and you were out for the count.
Your head was resting in his lap and he played with your (h/l) (h/c) hair, his intense gaze staring off into space. He hated amusement parks, with all the loud noises and rude people, but he loved you and you loved amusement parks. For the most part he had just been there for protection, though he did have to admit the actual roller coasters were rather fun.
You stirred in your sleep as the taxi stopped at a red light, and a tiny smile crept onto his features. He found you so adorable, all innocent and chubby. If anyone ever picked on you for any reason, Berwald was sure to be right there by your side, though sometimes things could get out of hand. Just earlier, he had knocked a few teeth out of the mouth of a guy who'd called you "fatass". Even