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One of the most beautiful things that Tatsumi has laid his eyes upon is Mayoi. He is grateful, praying and sending thanks to god everyday that he is given the chance to be together with Alkaloid, accompanied by such good friends all around and to have Mayoi by his side.
Their relationship seemed rocky at first; with Mayoi being Mayoi and him constantly trying to approach him.
Despite all that, they’ve progressed beyond that, bonded, and have come to a mutual respect for each other.
Which then welcomes the next problem for Tatsumi.
In which his heart does a somersault everytime Mayoi smiles at him, that his breath is taken away everytime those eyes look at him, and how his knees buckle everytime those lips utter the name ‘Tatsumi-san’.
Tatsumi is clearly head over heels for Mayoi.
But he is not sure whether Mayoi feels the same way.
Deep down, a voice tells him that he should’ve just stayed grateful to be able to stay together with Mayoi in a unit, to take his time to slowly progress their relationship, to push down those selfish desires of his.
Yet he couldn’t help but want to kiss Mayoi anytime and hold his hands. Do things that normal couples do.
Which is a problem when they are not a couple.
He sits in the training room, staring at the nothing being deep in those truly selfish thoughts.
“T-Tatsumi-san…?”
“...”
“T-Tatsumi-san…!” A hand gently shakes his shoulder, finally gaining Tatsumi’s attention.
“Oh, Mayoi-san.” He looks around. “Where are our kids?”
Mayoi’s cheeks flushed at the implication of Hiiro and Aira being their kids, according to Tatsumi that is.
“They went out a while ago for dinner. They tried to ask you out too, but you seem to be distracted…” Mayoi looks at him sheepishly, eyes gazing down onto Tatsumi worryingly.
“Is that so? I’m so sorry, it seems I was too deep in thought.” He chuckles, beaming at Mayoi. “Why didn’t you join them, Mayoi-san?”
“I’m not h-hungry…” Mayoi averts his eyes before taking a seat beside Tatsumi. “Besides, T-Tatsumi-san…”
“Yes…?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I am. Why are you asking, Mayoi-san?”
Turquoise eyes gaze back onto Tatsumi’s purple ones.
“I-It’s just… you remember that I’d say I will always lend an ear if you have something you need to get out of your chest, right?”
“Yes and I am grateful for your offer, Mayoi-san.” Tatsumi tilts his head, a little confused on where this is going.
“W-Well, you’ve been distracted the whole day. I… I would like to know why?”
Oh.
He’s worried about me.
How cute.
Tatsumi couldn’t hide his smile. The inner childish part inside him is happy that his Mayoi-san is worried about him while the rational part reprimanded himself for making him worry about him in the first place.
“It’s nothing, Mayoi-san. It’s just that lately, I’ve been thinking a lot.”
Mayoi plays with the hem of his shirt, lips pursing.
“M-May I ask what is it about, Tatsumi-san?”
“Oh, it’s just…” Tatsumi hums, thinking of his options right now. “...Mayoi-san.”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Blinking. Blushing.
“Eehhh…!”
Mayoi covers his face with his hands. “T-Tatsumi-san don’t say something so embarrassing…”
Tatsumi reaches out to hold Mayoi’s hand, squeezing it gently.
“I mean it, Mayoi-san. I just want to know… If you feel the same way?” His tone is serious, startling Mayoi for a moment. Mayoi takes a peek at Tatsumi, he squeezes Tatsumi’s hand back.
“Tatsumi-san, I… I love you too.” Mayoi’s voice is a little bit lower yet Tatsumi could hear it clearly, making him smile.
“Do you mean it, Mayoi-san?” In his excitement, he pulls Mayoi close to admire his blushing face.
“Y-Yes…!” Mayoi squeaks.
“Mayoi-san, then… can I ask something?” Tatsumi holds Mayoi’s cheek with a hand, coaxing the man to look at him eye to eye.
“Y-Yes..?”
“May I kiss you, Mayoi-san?”
Mayoi’s heart thumps hard in his chest. He leans closer towards Tatsumi, eyes lidded.
“Yes.”
Tatsumi let out a chuckle, unable to hide his relief and joy that he is able to get Mayoi’s permission for this. His prayers have been answered once again and he is thankful for it. Leaning close, he plants his lips against Mayoi’s gently before deepening the kiss.
A whimper escapes Mayoi’s lips before he himself starts kissing him back.
Both of them pull away after a moment, staring at each other with love evident in their eyes.
“Say, Mamayoi … Should we go join the kids for dinner?”
This time, Mayoi chuckles.
“Yes, Papa Tatsumi.”