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The chill of the early winter morning clings to him as Tendou steps out of the shower. He quickly dries his wet hair with the towel, humming tunes under his breath as he decides what to wear for his anniversary date.
Wakatoshi is already dressed and waiting in the living room. Having planned a full day out, he refused to share any details with Tendou.
Tendou rummages through the cupboard, his stomach is a bundle of nerves and excitement.Finally, he settles on a plum coloured jumper, which he knows Wakatoshi particularly likes, pairing it with a pair of distressed jeans. Suddenly, Semi's voice pops up in his head chastising him for wearing ripped denims on his wedding anniversary. He snickers, mentally making a note to send Semi a picture later.
As Tendou gels his hair, adding final touches, tweaking the strands here and there, he hears a distant clunking and clattering coming from the kitchen. Which in itself was strange, because Wakatoshi is never in the kitchen. He can count the number of times he has seen his husband in the kitchen on one hand. Wakatoshi had once asked where they kept the spoons, in the apartment they've been living in for two years.
Tendou huffs and abandons the hair gel, crossing the room swiftly. "Wakatoshi-kun, what are you doing?" he asks when he reaches his husband, curiosity bubbling up swiftly inside him.
"I have made breakfast today, Tendou."
Tendou's double take nearly split apart his head.
"What?" he says, eyeing the plates in Wakatoshi's hands disbelievingly. "When did you..?"
"I had prepared all the ingredients last night. I cooked it while you were in the bath." Wakatoshi says, setting the table. His tone is light, a little excitement seeping into it, but his eyes are set on the dish in front of him. His hands fiddle with the loose threads that hang from the tea towel, a nervous tic Tendou recognises immediately.
"Takoyaki and Onigiri?" Tendou raises an eyebrow. He grabs Wakatoshi in a rib-crushing hug and plants a great big smacking kiss right on his cheek. He grins and Wakatoshi stares at him, growing all flustered and pink, deliciously so, as Tendou watches him blush with a bright flare of glee.
"I'm impressed, Wakatoshi-kun!" He says, padding over to the other side of the table but right before he can sit Wakatoshi rushes over to pull out his chair and then gently and carefully pushes it back into place as he sits. Tendou suppresses a giggle.
Wakatoshi has raised the blinds over the windows for good measure – leaving the room in soft, morning brightness. He has set a flower vase in the middle of the table and even folded the napkins, which suspiciously look like the Adler's logo.
He takes a moment to roll his sleeves and straighten his clothing, a black button-up shirt that showcases his hard pecs and bulging biceps.
Tendou swallows.
Wakatoshi, then, walks to the refrigerator, taking out two glasses filled with rich claret.
"It's eight in the morning?" Tendou stares open-mouthed, "Not that I'm complaining," he adds quickly, sending an exaggerated wink.
Wakatoshi cocks his head to the side, brows furrowing. He is silent for a minute before he says, "This is grape juice."
Tendou huffs a laugh and nods solemnly, "Of course it is." He waves his hand in apology.
He picks his chopsticks and leans down to inhale the rich, sweet aroma of rice and miso. "Salmon Onigiri?" he mumbles, and cannot stop the wobbly smile that spreads over his face.
Wakatoshi nods. “Of course. It was the—”
"—first thing we ate together after we graduated. Right outside Shiratorizawa," Tendou interrupts. "I remember. The day I confessed my feelings to you."
"When did you learn how to make this?" Tendou questions, voice soft.
"I had Hinata-kun and Tobio-kun guide me."
"Ahh, Ninja Shouyou, huh?" Tendou hums, pulling his bowl of Takoyaki towards him.
They exchange a quiet thanks for the meal, and then the only sounds in the flat are the soft clinks of chopsticks against their bowls.
The Takoyaki was soft and moist, immediately melting in Tendou's mouth. The savoury flavours were well-balanced, too, although a little mild than Tendou was used to. He took a bite of his Onigiri, the dried seaweed producing a satisfying crackle. The rice was steam cooked to the right consistency making them chewy yet tasty.
All the while, Wakatoshi watches Tendou closely, eagerly anticipating his verdict. Tendou decides, somewhat cruelly, to make him wait. He eats slowly, pointedly avoiding Wakatoshi's expectant gaze.
He pictures the look on Wakatoshi's face as he chews with his eyes closed. His eyebrows must be drawn and lips slightly pursed, the expression he adopts when he feels he has performed well. Despite the fact that he'd mellowed since highschool, Wakatoshi was still awfully competitive and as much of a perfectionist as before. Putting his mind to something and not giving up until he masters it. Tendou thinks of the angled lines of his face, how his face scrunches up in thought when he doesn't understand something, or someone.
Like that day of graduation, when Tendou was so tired of his inconvenient feelings for his very oblivious captain, that he had decided to risk it all. It was now or never. But at that moment all he could think about was that cheap pick-up line Goshiki had told him. So he mustered up his courage and blurted out loud, 'Are you a Wing Spiker? Cause you are making my pulse spike!'
Wakatoshi had made this face then, and Tendou could hear the cogs in his brain working and a moment later he whispered, 'Do you have acidity, Tendou? You shouldn't eat fried foods.'
Something about the tilt of his face and worry in his tone had filled Tendou with such a wash of affection that he'd leapt into Wakatoshi's arms and kissed him senseless.
Remembering it again, he feels overwhelmed by love. A glorious burst of happiness booms through Tendou, and he wants to laugh with how blissful he feels. But he can't laugh, not with his mouth full and Wakatoshi looking at him awaiting his answer. Now, Tendou has always had a hard time suppressing his laughter in tense situations.
Despite his efforts to subdue his mirth, the giggles bubbles up inside him, and he is unable to stop a little snort that escapes, which makes him panic, and before he knows it, he is shaking with silent laughter. The absurdity of his thoughts is making everything funnier. Tears are welling up in his eyes as he chokes and coughs and laughs.
Until suddenly, Wakatoshi shoots up from his chair, his expression of confusion quickly shifting to.. hurt.
Tendou's laughter dies in his throat as he realises he has unintentionally insulted Wakatoshi. "Babe, I'm sorry." he says, still a little breathless. "Wakatoshi?"
"No, I'm sorry. For feeding you this garbage."
Tendou winces. He jumps out of his chair and moves around to the window, where Wakatoshi is standing, whose back may as well have been a rock, so stiff and unmoving it is. Tendou wraps his hands around Wakatoshi's waist, pulling him close. "Babe, I wasn't laughing at you, I promise. I was just thinking about you and how much I love you and how happy you make me and all that tension and thoughts kinda made me giggly."
Wakatoshi's face softens a bit. "So, you weren't laughing because you didn't like the food?" His voice still carries a hint of hesitancy.
"Of course not! The food is really good! I can't believe you did all of this for me. Everyday I get to see a new side of you and I feel so full of love that I can't contain it."
"Really?" The tiny hint of fragility in Wakatoshi's voice almost makes Tendou cry. He turns in Tendou's arms, facing him.
"Thank you for everything, Wakatoshi-kun!" Tendou's face looms closer to Wakatoshi, kissing him softly. If Wakatoshi has any more doubts, the gentleness of his lips chases them away.
"I love you." It's just three words but Wakatoshi says it with such sincerity and conviction, it makes Tendou's heart stutter. He doesn't say it often and Tendou doesn't think he needs to, because he knows.
They finish the rest of breakfast in silence, fingers intertwined on top of the table.
"Wait, so are we not going on a date?"Tendou suddenly asks. They're lounging on the sofa, Tendou's head in his husband's lap as Wakatoshi plays with his hair.
"We can. If you want to." Wakatoshi shrugs, "Whatever you want."
"Hmm.." Tendou smirks, "Whatever I want?"
"What do you want?" Wakatoshi whispers, raising an eyebrow at him, interest evident in his voice.
Tendou raises himself on his elbows, pulling Wakatoshi close, kissing the spot on his neck, that instantly earns him a moan. "I have a few ideas," he whispers.
Fin