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Samatoki was good at handling many things, but feelings wasn't one of them. The last serious relationship he had was when he was in highschool (not counting the three-month-long flirting with Ichiro when he was 18).
Dating wasn't something he thought about, given that his life just isn't built for long-term relationships. Who would want to date a yakuza? Simply being friends with one was dangerous in itself, what more would a relationship be? Samatoki had decided long ago that dating was out of the question; he'd rather focus on keeping Yokohama in control, honestly.
But, ah, he'd be lying if he said he had never imagined what it would be like. Some days he wished he had a much more… normal life. If that was the case, maybe he'd be all settle down right now. God knows how many opportunities Samatoki ran away from due to the fact that he was… himself.
At the moment, though, Samatoki was really reconsidering his thoughts on this.
“Morning…” Ramuda yawned, rubbing his eyes with one hand. Samatoki wasn't really focusing on his face, though. Rather, his eyes were glued to the sight of Ramuda looking so small in one of his old sweaters. It was normal for him to look like this in the mornings after they had sex—especially whenever Samatoki got rough and ripped his clothes—but it still gave Samatoki fucking whiplash whenever he saw Ramuda.
The sweater reached mid-thigh, and Ramuda’s hands were almost covered by the sleeves. When he stretched, the sweater rose up just a bit for Samatoki to see Ramuda wearing, yet again, his boxers. He would never say this out loud, but Ramuda looked adorable right now. They were oversized for Ramuda (like almost everything), but he pulled it off so well that Samatoki was tempted to pull him in for a kiss. He knew he could never do that, though, because Ramuda had explicitly stated that there would be a no-kissing rule.
“Yeah, hey.” Samatoki coughed into his hand, averting his gaze. Warmth was rushing to his cheeks, and he didn't want Ramuda to notice that, else he'd give him hell for the next two weeks.
Thankfully, Ramuda was too sleepy to even notice. “Breakfast…?” he asked, sitting on a chair and resting his head on Samatoki’s shoulder.
“Almost ready,” Samatoki replied with a huff. “You okay?”
Ramuda laughed. “Kinda sore, but it's nothing I can't handle.”
“Yeah, figured you'd say that. You gotta rest, though. ‘M not letting you leave ‘til your body's all better,” Samatoki told him, gently moving Ramuda's head so he could stand up and get rice.
Before Ramuda could reply, Samatoki had already gone into the kitchen to retrieve food and utensils. When he came back, Ramuda was resting his elbows on the table and pouting, as if he was deep in thought. So as not to disturb him, Samatoki carefully placed the utensils along with the food onto the table, then sat down. They both said a small thanks for the meal before eating.
Out of nowhere, Ramuda groaned in frustration.
“Somethin’ wrong?” Samatoki asked, making eye contact with him for the first time today. His heart skipped a beat.
“You're so kind to me! I hate it,” Ramuda whined.
Samatoki raised an eyebrow. “And how is that a bad thing?”
A pause. Two. “Because… sooner or later, I might fall in love with you again.”
Fuck.
“Is this another one of your jokes?” he asked, mouth half-full.
“Who knows?” Ramuda chuckled, almost forcefully. Sure, they'd joke around every now and then, but this was the first time Samatoki had noticed a sudden change in behavior. He stayed silent, though, not wanting to cause any problems by pointing that out.
Samatoki sighed. “Whatever, finish your food.”
“E-eh?! So cold, Samatoki!”
Ah, Ramuda was back to his usual self. Correcting him wouldn't be worth the energy, so Samatoki just looked at him with a raised brow. Silence settled between them for the rest of the meal. Afterwards, Samatoki got up to clean the dishes while Ramuda moved to the couch—limping slightly, causing Samatoki to feel guilty for a moment—and turned on the TV.
Sighing heavily, Samatoki began to think about their arrangement as the dishes clanked against each other. Yeah, Ramuda would poke fun at Samatoki’s dislike for relationships every now and then, and they'd flirt on end, but neither of them really talked about it. Most of the time, it was just quick fucking and awkward morning afters. That's how it had always been, even back in their The Dirty Dawg days. The idea of dating Ramuda didn't seem like a bad one, though.
A pair of small arms wrapping around him startled Samatoki. Luckily, he didn't drop the bowl he was holding. So as not to waste water and cause more damage, he turned off the faucet and placed the bowl to the side. “Ramuda?”
“I hate you,” came the muffled voice.
Samatoki rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”
“You,” Ramuda replied.
“Huh? A Round 2?” Samatoki turned around, confused. This early?
“No, you dumbass,” Ramuda looked up at him, intense turquoise eyes gazed into red. “I want to date you. I think I’ve said that several times in the past three years that we've been fucking.”
Samatoki blinked, the straightforwardness taking him by surprise. “A-ah?”
Ramuda rolled his eyes, pulling Samatoki by the collar and kissing him. It took a moment for him to kiss back, surprised at how fast everything was going.
“What the fuck caused all that?” Samatoki asked after they pulled away. God, it seemed like a joke to him, honestly.
“You were taking too long to make a move! I've wanted to kiss those pretty lips of yours since you first slammed me against the wall!” Ramuda’s cheeks were slightly flushed as he yelled.
“You're the one who made the no kissing rule!” Samatoki retorted.
“I made a rule?” Ramuda tilted his head in confusion. Samatoki wanted to slap him in the fucking face.
“You know what? Fuck it—fine, we're dating, whatever.” he sighed, not wanting to continue arguing.
“Really?” Ramuda asked, eyes wide, a teasing smile on his lips.
Samatoki glared at him, though he probably didn't look as intimidating as he wanted to he given that his cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Y-yeah, whatever. Tease me and I’m kicking you out.”
“Yay! I love Samatoki!” Ramuda pulled him into a hug.
“O-oi!”
Despite struggling initially, Samatoki eventually hugged back. His brain was still trying to comprehend what was going on, but that was fine. Who knows, maybe things really will work out with Ramuda.