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Hira decides to cook Kiyoi’s favourite breakfast today. He could tell Kiyoi has been a little tensed up these past few days regarding the last shoot of the film.
He wanted to do theatre again after he finished this project but his manager advised against it. His agency was sure that Kiyoi would have a good amount of offers available after his debut work would be premiered. Hira had no doubt about that. He believed in Kiyoi’s skills more than anyone. He believed that Kiyoi could capture the audience with his acting , whether it was a on big screen or infront of 100 seated audience.
Still, it troubled him to not be of any help regarding this matter. He hoped eating a hearty breakfast would lift Kiyoi's gloomy mood a little.
Hira was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard the shrimp fry in the oil with a loud sizzle. They were perfectly golden brown now, just as Kiyoi liked them.
He plated the steaming hot rice and the fried shrimps and walked out to place them on the dining table. He paced back and forth from the kitchen to the table as he plated pickled vegetables, tamagoyaki and other side dishes Kiyoi liked in an orderly manner.
Satisfied with his presentation, he took off the apron and folded it neatly. Lastly, he went back to the kitchen to grab a glass of ginger ale for Kiyoi and water for himself.
Just in time, Kiyoi enters the room and is appalled by the mouth watering feast prepared by Hira.
Hira always put a lot of care and love in the food he cooked. Kiyoi was treated with fresh homemade food everyday, ever since he has been living with Hira. It was something he never took for granted. With the lifestyle of a budding new actor in the industry and hectic routine of one, he felt really blessed that he had Hira in his life. He knew his cooking skills were something he needs to work up on as they were nothing short of a disaster. So, he tried helping around in other areas around the kitchen, especially when they were home together for dinner.
They went grocery shopping together last week and Kiyoi keenly observed everything Hira bought. When Hira is cooking, he quietly observes and takes mental notes for those specific dishes. He hopes when he cooks for Hira again as a surprise this coming weekend , those skills come in handy. (Koyama has sent him a dozen recipes by this point. He really should just block his number.)
As Kiyoi admired the delectable food, Hira comes back with two glasses in hand. He places them on the table and looks up to smile shyly at Kiyoi. He nods for them to sit and start eating.
“Thank you for this Hira,’’ Kiyoi said as he sat down. Hira politely nodded and smiled timidly as usual. Kiyoi shakes his head fondly and starts with one of those scrumptious looking fried shrimp while Hira starts with the rice and pickled vegetables.
They finish their food in comfortable silence.
After they both have cleaned up the table, Kiyoi offers to do the dishes. Hira just lightly pushes him out of the kitchen.
Defeated with Hira’s stubbornness, Kiyoi sighs and goes back to their room to call his manager and know his schedule for the day. He packs his bag with his essentials, checks his outfit in the mirror once more and styles his damp hair.
Hira was waiting for him by the entrance when it was time to leave.
“I will call you if I will be late. Don’t wait up too long.’’ Kiyoi says as he makes his way to Hira. Hira nods in acknowledgement and fidgets with the strap of his bag.
Feeling a little bold, Hira leans in and pecks Kiyoi’s cheek. The air around them stills for the moment. Kiyoi slowly looks at Hira as his own cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.
“Good luck for today Kiyoi,” Hira says softly, refusing to meet Kiyoi's gaze.
After a few heartbeats, Kiyoi stands straight and takes one step forward in Hira's space. He delicately takes hold of Hira's chin and leans in to press a kiss on his lips.
"You too,'' Kiyoi sighed as he licks Hira's lips before backing up. They both look at each and other and Hira finally smiles warmly and nods his head.
And with this fine and tender starting to their day, they part ways.