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The sudden blaring of Yamato’s phone alarm chimed away any lingering dreams he might have had as he woke. Annoyed, he blindly fumbled to turn it off, already irritable at waking up to an alarm instead of on his own. As much as he wanted to go back to sleep under his dangerously warm blankets, he’d set that alarm for a reason, and so with a reluctant grunt he pushed himself up to a sitting position. Grabbing his glasses so he could actually see and not give Yuki another embarrassing story to tell, he shuffled over to his drawer and grabbed a shirt and some other articles of clothing.
Once he’d deemed himself presentable, clothing wise, he did his bathroom morning routine (that he’d swear he didn’t have just to deny Yuki any glorification of him actually taking care of his skin), and splashed cold water on his face afterwards. Once Yamato had finished school he swore to himself that he’d never wake up at ungodly morning hours again, but well, here he was at 6:15 in the morning, his promise broken solely because he’s stupid and gay.
Yamato grabbed his phone and wallet, and tried his best to sneak out before Momo could see him and pick on him for being so obvious. Thanking every star in the sky when he was able to leave the house harassment free, Yamato set off towards the bakery across the street.
He had to walk a bit farther than he’d have liked to get to a crosswalk, but he was not about to risk jaywalking during morning traffic just because he was lazy. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open, and it jingled quietly at his arrival.
“Hello, welcome to Fonte Chocolat. How may I help you?” Iori greeted Yamato with his best customer service smile.
And this was where Yamato knew he’d fucked up, because that was not Mitsuki, that was a teenager that looked ready to kill him in cold blood.
Yamato smiled at him sheepishly, trying his best to look friendly. “Hey uh, do you know when Mitsu’s shift would be or where he would be?”
Iori looked him up, eyes sharp and calculating. “My brother doesn’t work weekends, sorry. But he’s probably out jogging right about now.”
“Ah, I see. Thanks for the info. Do you guys sell coffee by any chance?”
Iori nodded. “Any cream or sugar in yours?”
“Just some cream is fine, thanks. How much do I owe you?”
Iori finished stirring in the cream and put a lid on the cup, sliding it over to Yamato. “That’ll be 350 yen please.”
Yamato handed him the money and sat down at one of the corner tables, trying his best to focus on his phone and not at how Iori was glaring at him. God, he hoped he’d made at least a little bit of a good impression — the kid seemed soft, but still protective. Not like he could blame him though.
Yamato: hey mitsu you awake? I’m at your shop
Mitsu: lol yeah i’ll be there in a sec, let me turn around
Yamato slumped back in relief, but god, life really was out for him. First he woke up stupidly early for a stupidly cute guy, then he comes on one of his days off instead and almost gets killed by his younger(?) brother, all for Mitsu to laugh at him. What a great start to his day.
Deciding to sip his coffee-- another mistake, because it was still too hot and now his tongue was burnt -- he stuck his tongue out to cool it right as Mitsuki entered the shop. Yamato’s face flushed with embarrassment when Mitsuki started to giggle at him. He waved at Iori and then sat himself in front of him.
“Burn your tongue?” Mitsuki asked playfully, a lopsided smirk on his face.
Yamato decided that right now would be a good time to disappear forever, but instead he slumped back even further into the seat. “Not my fault coffee doesn’t cool fast enough.”
Mitsuki snorted, “Ah yes, because hot coffee in a thermal cup is definitely going to cool down quickly in what, five minutes?”
“Do you plan on making fun of me the whole time I’m here or do I have to leave to keep a good opinion of you?”
Mitsuki waved his hand and rolled his eyes, “Nah, but it’s fun watching you blush. Didn’t you need something from me though? Considering you woke up early to come here, which according to Yuki, is a rare treat.”
Yamato sighed wearily. “Of course Yuki talks about me… but yeah, I did actually, I wanted to ask you something... but maybe not in front of your brother, who looks ready to kill me.”
He giggled, “Oh, Iori? Please, he acts tough and can look scary but he’s just a softie. Don’t let him scare you.”
Iori’s eyes shot up from where he was working, “Nii-san… I’m not soft.”
“Aw, won’t you let me tease you though? You’re still my baby brother after all.”
Yamato smiled to himself, enjoying this other side of Mitsu being a teasing, yet caring, older brother. The closest thing to a brother Yamato ever had was Yuki, and god was he insufferable sometimes, but it was nice having someone there to look out for you.
Mitsuki cleared his throat, snapping Yamato out of his thoughts. “Anyways, you wanted to ask me something?”
With a nod, Yamato picked up his coffee cup and waved goodbye to Iori, who stiffly waved back. He looked to Mitsu to follow him and lead the way out of the cake shop.
“Didn’t want him to overhear and possibly kill me, few kids scare me but that one does.”
Mitsuki rolled his eyes, “Oh please, the worst Iori could do to you would be to give you an hour long lecture.”
Yamato dramatically shuddered, “Oh god, the horror. Moving on though, I wanted to ask you when your days off were.”
“Oh? Asking me out so soon?”
Yamato chuckled, “Actually, yes. Figured I may as well do it on a day you don’t work so this doesn’t happen again.”
Mitsuki stopped abruptly, hands bolting up to cover his blushing face. “Damn it old man, you weren’t supposed to agree--”
“Old man?” he cut in. “I’m barely a year older than you… but I’ve wanted to ask you out for a bit. I just couldn’t find the right moment, is all. And by the look on your face I’m assuming that’s a yes?”
“Of course it’s a yes! Just, give me a second to absorb this.” Mitsuki replied, turning around and taking out his phone in the process.
Yamato smiled softly, maybe this disaster of a morning was worth it to see Mitsu’s reaction. He took another sip and again, burnt his tongue and hissed softly.
“It still won’t be drinkable for another few minutes, idiot.”
He rolled his eyes, “Thank you captain obvious. Sorry that I don’t want to fall asleep on the pavement.”
“Oh, and you think I wouldn’t catch you?”
Yamato snorted, “Oh you can carry me? That’s funny.”
Mitsuki went silent, and Yamato was worried he said the wrong thing, until strong arms came up behind him and scooped him off the ground. Wearing a satisfied grin, Mitsuki looked at the speechless Yamato in his arms. The sight alone was worth the prod at his height.
“Still funny to you?”
Yamato looked away, not trusting his voice to stay steady if he kept eye contact. “Yeah, yeah, just put me down Mr. Muscles.”
Mitsuki did as he was asked and put Yamato back on the ground, but not without a firm pat on his back.
“So as much as I enjoy your company, I do actually want to finish my workout, so text me your days off and we’ll figure it out from there. See ya, Yamato-san!” Mitsuki replied with a grin.
Yamato nodded and waved goodbye, still stunned speechless. Still replaying the past five minutes over and over in his head, he returned home. As quietly as he could, he let himself inside, toeing off his shoes in the process. He was almost to the safety of his room before he heard a door behind him slide open.
“So, how was your date?”
Yamato sighed and turned around, “It wasn’t a date, Yuki-san.”
Yuki hummed, “Well if you put it like that, then I’m not in a relationship with Momo and you’re straight.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy me? Why are you even awake this early?”
Yuki nonchalantly examined his nails, “Well, Momo saw you leaving and let me know before he left for work. And I decided that this was a special occasion to wake up for. But anyway, you avoided my question, how was it?”
“It wasn’t a date, there won’t be one until he texts me back anyways. So with that, goodnight Yuki-san.”
“Sweet dreams, Yamato-kun.” Yuki replied, “Dream of Mitsuki-kun.”
Yamato’s door slammed shut in response.
Mitsuki barely finished his morning jog on time, his head too full with too many thoughts, going a million miles an hour. If you’d told him that Yamato would ask him out today, he’d laugh and lightly slap your arm as if you just told the funniest joke in the world. And yet, the old man actually did it.
He couldn’t think straight, and counted himself lucky for not bumping into any pedestrians or scenery. His apartment was just around the corner, Mitsuki just needed to stay composed a little longer, then he could collapse on his bed. Maybe cry on Sougo for a bit, the usual.
When the building finally came into view, Mitsuki sighed in relief and sped up. He paused his music and fumbled for his keys, unlocking the door after only two tries.
“Sougo, I’m home!”
Sougo looked up from his position on the couch, smiling in greeting and then resuming his work. He had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a mug of coffee on the table next to his laptop.
“How was your jog, Mitsuki-san?” Sougo asked.
Mitsuki didn’t reply, instead he walked over and slouched on Sougo’s shoulder. “He finally asked me out, I almost didn’t believe him but he didn’t look like he was joking. If this is a dream don’t wake me up from it.”
Sougo exhaled in relief, knowing now that nothing was wrong, and ran his fingers through Mitsuki’s hair. “That’s great news! How did it go?”
“He went to the bakery, not knowing that Iori worked today, and texted me when I was halfway through my morning run, and well, yeah. Oh, he also poked at my height so I princess carried him, that was fun.”
A quiet chuckle fell from Sougo’s lips, “That certainly sounds like it, I’m glad it all worked out for you Mitsuki-san. When are you two meeting up again?”
Mitsuki smiled and shifted to grab his phone, deciding to shoot Yamato a text before he forgot. “Dunno, but I can’t wait.”