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Breakfast was beautiful; two sets of perfectly grilled mackerel, two perfectly placed bowls of rice, two sets of miso soup, two sides of lush green salads topped with cherry tomatoes and drizzled in Daiki’s favorite dressing, along with two glasses of freshly squeezed juice.
Daiki was especially proud of the mackerel, having previously marinated them overnight and then coated them in a sweet miso glaze.
Yes, everything was perfect.
Perhaps it was time to wake Tsukasa up, then. He slept a lot, lately, which was somewhat worrying, but as long as Tsukasa was safe, then Daiki didn’t mind.
It was just the two of them, after all.
Just the way Daiki wanted.
He took his frilly white apron off and draped it over a chair as he left the kitchen, making his way across the house and down the hall towards the room on the far side of the house. He knocked on the door and then gently pushed it open, making sure his voice was gentle and caring.
“Tsukasa~ I’ve got breakfast ready, you’d better get up before it gets too cold.” Tsukasa was still in bed, buried under a mountain of quilts and pillows. Daiki approached the bed and began to pull them off, humming innocently to himself. Within moments, he met with Tsukasa’s blank, tired eyes.
“Ah, there you are! I was wondering if I had lost you under there.” Perhaps he should start adding more protein and sugar to their diet; Tsukasa was getting thinner and thinner by the day, it seemed.
Slowly, silently, Tsukasa began to sit up, fluffy, uneven hair falling over his face and obscuring the slender torque that was permanently fixed around his throat, just below his Adam’s apple and above vocal cord.
“...”
“Tsukasa?” Daiki reached out for his hand and smiled, beginning to tug him up from the bed. He came willingly, and then followed Daiki down the hall for breakfast.
Good.
In the past, before Daiki had found the Torque of Silence, Tsukasa had been full of nothing but sass and spite, just about insufferable as he denied Daiki of anything and everything to do with their new life together.
He would argue, he would physically attack Daiki; once, he had refused to eat anything for a week straight, ending in Daiki having to restrain and force-feed him, for his own good.
Luckily, he hadn’t had to deal with too many instances of Tsukasa managing to escape. The furthest he had gotten was the edge of their yard, right about to the perfect white picket fence that surrounds their house.
An anti-theft device had been triggered; something Daiki had installed to make sure no one got in and out without his knowledge. Poor Tsukasa had been instantly knocked out from the force of it, and Daiki had returned him to his bedroom in the basement as punishment.
That one had lasted a while.
After that, Tsukasa had started to change. It was regrettable, and Daiki still hoped that Tsukasa, the one that wasn’t tired and docile, would return someday, but he was satisfied with what they had going for now.
Pulling out a chair for Tsukasa, the other male took a seat and Daiki pushed the chair in, moving to take a seat on the other side of the table. He then began to talk about their plans for the day, watching Tsukasa for a reaction every now and then. They didn’t have much going on, but it would still be enough for Daiki.
Alone in this house, in this world no one could find, it was just the two of them.
Just the way Daiki wanted.