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- Baby
Daisuke Kambe wasn’t the kind of boyfriend to call you pet names. He would demonstrate his affection trough actions (randomly hugging, caressing your cheek, asking for smooches), but through words? He just couldn’t. He had tried in the past, obviously, but he felt ridicule afterwards, so he would drop it instantly. His old partners also didn’t participle in the sweet-talking-kind-of-thing, so he would refer to them by their name and vice versa.
Except that Haru was different.
Haru would bath Daisuke in attention any time he could, as he wasn’t as shy or easily embarrassed like him. Haru’s love language was through words. He would say to him unexpectedly: ‘you’re so important to me’, ‘you saved me’, ‘you look beautiful today’, ‘I love you’. So as soon they started dating, the sweet nicknames started coming. Daisuke remembered the first time Haru did that with him, just a few weeks after establishing their relationship.
“Daisuke? Where are you?” Daisuke heard Haru calling for him from the kitchen of Haru’s apartment, using that kind of tone in his voice that meant ‘please come here’. Daiske answer back, telling him that he was coming, but apparently, he didn’t hear him. Haru called again, more persistently this time.
“Baby…?”
Daisuke stopped midway, feeling so shocked hearing Haru’s smooth voice calling him like that. He felt himself flushing, his face and neck burning. Baby. Haru had jut call him baby. His heart beated with force; if he didn’t know better, he would think it would come out of his chest at any moment. Baby. Baby. Baby. The word kept repeating itself in his head, making him feel dizzy and excited and happy and nervous and…
“Dai?”
Haru showed up in his bedroom ─or theirs, like Kambe liked to call it in his mind─, smiling to him. He was still wearing his work attire except for his signature ─and really horrible, Daisuke liked it to point out─ brown jacket. On top of everything there was that really cute apron with the little strawberries that Daisuke gifted him in on one of their trips to the supermarket.
“Let buy this”, Daisuke said, throwing it inside the shopping cart. “Why?”, Haru questioned with a smile. “It looks like something you would wear”, he replied pushing the cart, ending the conversation.
“There you are, idiot. Why you’re not replying? The spaghetti it’s ready!” he announced with a smile, grabbing Daisuke’s hands between his. Haru put a questioning face, arching his eyebrows. “You okay? Your face it’s really red”, he gasped, “Are you running a fever?!”. Haru put one of his hands over his forehead, looking for any sign of sickness.
Daisuke came to his senses by the cold touch of Haru’s hand on his skin, nodding with his head awkwardly. “Y-Yes… I mean, n-no! I’m fine”, he said hurriedly, cursing his body for giving away his embarrassment. He put Haru’s hand away from his face, intertwining their fingers together. “Seriously, I’m fine”. Haru chuckled, confused by his boyfriend’s weird behavior, but still squeezing his boyfriend’s hand. “Whatever you say, Kambe…” Haru pulled from Daisuke’s hand insistently, “Come! The food getting cold”.
- Sweetheart
When Haru wasn’t too uptight about leaving earlier from work on a Friday, the MCPTF’s office would go out for drinks. They would choose a bar that was a few blocks away, and drink ‘till their hearts content, usually promoted by Kambe’s unlimited money, even though Haru would always put up a fight about how he was able to pay for his own drinks.
(Daisuke wouldn’t have it and paid for his boyfriend’s drinks anyway).
Unfortunately, Daisuke wasn’t sitting tonight beside Haru. He was between Saeki and Teppei, sipping cautiously to his caipirinha, a Brazilian coctel Saeki convinced him to try. He didn’t intend in getting drunk though, as he knew already by Haru’s state that he would later have to take care of the latter.
Haru’s cheeks were bright red, his messy taupe-hair was even messier ─if that was even possible─ and he was laughing at everything Saeki was telling him. Daisuke smiled; even he knew Haru could get incredibly annoying when he was drunk, he liked seeing him relax from time to time.
On his right, Teppei and Kamei were having their own conversation about the night the two of them went out to play poker, laughing about the events of that night and their own inside jokes. Daisuke should probably feel kind of left out since he wasn’t talking with anyone, but he always felt content by just listening.
Daisuke ignored his two coworkers to focus on Saeki and Haru, more interested as he noticed how it was Haru who was taking the lead in the conversation.
“Oh! Oh! Your story remind to one time I went out with Kambe to eat to a restaurant…”, Haru speech was noticeably slurred, his tongue affected by the multiples beers he had drank. Also, he spoke really loud, being one of the main consequences of Haru not holding good his drinking. Saeki didn’t look very bothered about Haru basically screaming in her face, since she was pretty much drunk herself. Daisuke sighed. Great, another drunk one to take care of.
“A lady came inside rushing in, screaming at some dude on a date with another lady about how he was a cheater and didn’t want to do anything more with him”, Haru said, moving energetically his hands to emphasized his tale. Saeki just nodded, drinking from her coctel. “Then, the dude just told her he didn’t know her! And the lady cried and went away. I felt really bad about it and tried to go after her to, I don’t know, give her a hug or something, but Kambe pull down and told me to not interfere in strangers’ private life”. Haru pouted, still sad about not being able to help that lady.
“Aw, that sucks”, Saeki stated saddened by the story. Daisuke remembered that night, a few weeks ago. Haru worried sick about the woman crying all alone by herself, but Daisuke told him that he could save people from the danger, but he couldn’t save people from their own personal problems.
“But I saved your millionaire ass by interfering in your private life, right?”, he stated with a big grin on his face.
“It’s different”
“Why?”
“We already knew each other. We were partners.”
“And I still wasn’t obligated to help you. You said it yourself. And look where it got us when I decided not to listen to you and help you anyway.”
Daisuke sighed, annoyed at his boyfriend for making fun of him. He grabbed his chin between his fingers and pulled Haru closer. “Do you know when to shut up, Inspector, or do I have to do it myself?”
Haru laughed, putting himself even closer. “I don’t know, Detective, can you show me?”. Daisuke smirked, closing the space between their lips.
“Where were you two eating that night, though? The pastries were good?”, Saeki questioned, bringing Daisuke out of his daydreaming. She looked at Haru, her eyes shining imagining all the sweets she could taste.
“Uhmm… can’t remember the name right now”, Haru closed his eyes and tilted his head, his motions making him look like a little child, “It was something in English, maybe? Or in… something?”. He opened his eyes, meeting Daisuke’s sight.
“Hey, sweetheart, can you remember the name? I swear to God they keep making these names more complicated…”
Teppei and Kamei immediately stopped their conversation, looking at Haru with a surprised expression all over their faces. Saeki took a long sip from her drink, hidden the little blush that decorated her cheeks. Oh, this was awkward.
Even though Haru and Daisuke made clear they were dating, they always put such a professional act in front of their coworkers, that Haru never, ever, let slipped something so... intimate, in front of them. At least… that’s what happened when Haru was sober. Drunk Haru on the other hand… yeah, that was complicated.
Daisuke went still, feeling his face heating up. Was the AC off? Or why he was so hot all the sudden? Sweetheart. Oh God… Where was Haru getting all those nicknames, anyway?! He cursed Haru, for being so fucking cute, and cursed his pale skin for making it crystal clear when he got embarrassed.
Haru just waited for his reply, oblivious of the hell he had unleashed, as he hadn’t screamed in front of his coworkers such a… sappy nickname. He collected himself, clearing his throat and quickly ignoring his mind glitching from all the emotions he was feeling. His face was still noticeably red, but he couldn’t help it right now.
“The name of the restaurant it’s actually French, Katou. It’s called Laurée”, Daisuke stated, his tone flat and monotone, contrasting his inner voice that was in total panic. He called you sweetheart. He. Called. You. Sweetheart!
He wanted to kick himself. He was Daisuke fucking Kambe, and there he was, getting embarrassed by the words of some drunken dude… that said dude happened to be his partner, his boyfriend, and probably the love of his life.
And Daisuke loved every second of it, embarrassment included and all.
Haru snapped his fingers at him, nodding. “That’s the name! Laurée! And yeah, the pastry there is pretty great”, he keep saying to Saeki, as if nothing had ever happened. Maybe Haru was so much drunker that it seems, since he wouldn’t let that kind of stuff slip in front of the pain in the ass that Kamei was.
And speaking of the devil…
Kamei put a hand on his mouth, muffling the fit of laugher that attacked him after Haru’s ‘sweetheart’ situation. Teppei looked more calmed that Kamei, but he kept a smirk noticeable in his face, clearly influenced by Kamei’s giggles. Even Saeki was smiling a little, founding funny the obliviousness of Haru. Daisuke rolled his eyes in annoyance. Oh God, he wouldn’t know the end of this…
Kamei stood up, grabbing his now empty glass of beer. He looked at Daisuke with a devilish smile decoring his face.
“I’m going for more beer. Are you good, Teppei?”. Teppei nodded, still having some beer in his own glass. “And you, sweetheart? Want some too?”.
Daisuke sighed. And it begins. It didn’t matter that much to him though. He would get his revenge later.