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"Hajime, these taste weird," said Seishu, blankly munching on an inedible cookie. He considered throwing it away but... a cookie's a cookie.
"Ha? You insulting my food?" Hajime stretched his hand to the cookie plate and picked one up. He knew that Seishu was a blunt person, but he never imagined that bluntness would extend to him. "If you're such a critic, maybe you could help out some time? I do everything around here, you entitled prick. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get oil stains out of denim?" He took a bite of the cookie, "And to think you have the audacity to-" he stopped, "...yeah ok these are awful, what did I put in these?"
The countertops in their kitchen were a mess - baking ingredients seemed to stretch for miles. Hajime was great at many things, but tidying up after himself was not included. Seishu examined the countertop, gliding his eyes across water spillages, cracked eggshells (just arms-length from the bin), and empty sprinkle containers. There were no sprinkles in the cookies. Did he eat them all? Maybe he would never find out. When Seishu saw an almost empty container he asked "Kokonoi, how much bicarbonate of soda did you put in these?"
"Eh?" he exclaimed, "Couldn't find any. Thought the recipe would be fine without."
Seishu raised an eyebrow, pointing to the container. "What's that then?"
"That's the flour, dipshit." Hajime confidently strutted over to the counter, expecting to prove his boyfriend wrong. The smugness slowly faded from his face the further he read the packaging of the 'flour'. He hesitated before admitting, "...You were right."
Seishu couldn't hold back his laughter. "Fucking idiot," he teased, "when's your optician's appointment again?"
Hajime hissed and walked over to his boyfriend. Straddling his lap, he stuck out his tongue and asked, "Will you shut up if I kiss you?"
"Sure will", Seishu smirked, "for approximately five seconds". Hajime rolled his eyes and leaned in towards his partner. They closed their eyes and their lips met with a gentle passion, a blush gently spreading across both their cheeks. Separating their faces, Seishu added "you still need to get your eyes checked out though." Hajime sighed dramatically, and playfully gave him a slap on the cheek before joining their lips again.