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For Totomaru, a day-off well-spent means sleeping in until nine, snuggled against a mountain of misshapen pillows and thinned-out blankets from middle school. He'd then take his sweet time cleaning his room before washing up, all while singing anisongs off-key. Then a late breakfast, a proper, home-cooked Japanese meal instead of packed bread or onigiri from the convenience store, finished off with a cup of freshly-brewed green tea from back home.
Today is one of those rare days, except for, well, Ron inviting himself into his apartment.
"I didn't make enough for two," Toto deadpans in the door's direction, flipping the fish over the grill. There is a shuffle of padded footsteps, then a soft thud on the living room floor. Ron already has his phone out, humming gently to the music from his earphones. Today's playlist seems to be trot-inspired, probably from that new pop group Amamiya's been following since last month.
He smiles, despite the initial annoyance. Ron seems to be adjusting well enough to the outside world again if he can keep up with the latest trends. He still avoids a lot of things in general, but at least it's easier for him to relax now. Respites like this do help a lot, if anything.
Toto pours the extra pot of tea over the rice; at least there's enough of that for two. Breakfast finally assembled, he slowly carries the tray over to the living room. Ron's eyes immediately light up as he emerges from the kitchen.
"Put your phone away," he says, placing a steaming bowl of chazuke before his guest. "And spit out that gum. The food will taste weird."
"Bzzzt," Ron sticks out his tongue, currently a shocking candy-pink. "This is colored lollipop. One hundred percent sugar-free. Wanna taste?" He retracts his tongue and opens his mouth, revealing a half-melted pink candy at the center. Toto resists the urge to gag, facepalming while looking away. "That's..."
At least it's not brown sugar syrup again, like that one time he mixed half a bottle into his tea, insisting it wasn't "sweet enough". The mere sight of it made Toto stick to water for weeks and gave him occasional funny nightmares. Ron probably doesn't have insurance for a diabetes check-up, and he sure as hell doesn't make enough to pay for it.
To his credit, Ron does as he's told, placing the candy on a small plate Toto has prepared for that purpose. He then licks his lips, staining them candy-pink, as well.
The action weirdly wipes out Toto's thoughts, for some reason. "Sugar-free, huh," he repeats weakly.
"Yup," Ron grins, inching closer into his personal space. "One hundred percent. Wanna taste?"
Toto gulps, staring into Ron's eyes before nodding slowly.
He quickly closes the distance between them, fueled by the weird bravado that suddenly came upon him. Ron's lips are warm and soft, and slightly sticky from the candy he'd been sucking on. There is barely any lingering aftertaste from it at all; whichever place this candy is from has already earned Toto's full approval.
The initial rush of excitement gives way to a simmering heat, and Toto parts his lips slightly, allowing Ron to slip his tongue inside. Their bodies are now pressed together on the low sofa, their shared breath warm against the cool sweat trickling down his neck. Ron lets out a low hum as Toto runs a hand through his hair, gently massaging the scalp in circles. The scent of musk, Ron's cheap shampoo, and their forgotten breakfast sends Toto's heart pounding out of his chest, the sound of it thrumming in his ears and making him see red, then candy-pink.
This is probably how intoxication feels like: a sugar-high without the sugar rush.
It's a feeling Toto finds he quite enjoys, and fits perfectly into his idea of a good day-off.
Except, well, Ron must learn to put his phone to good use and actually call in advance, so he can actually prepare properly— a newly-made bed with fresh linen, a proper bath, and breakfast for two, to start.
A sudden jerking motion causes Ron to drop his phone onto the floor, pulling out the earphones from the audio jack. A summery tropical pop track blasts out of the speakers, singing suggestive lyrics of sweet cocktails and mutual attraction. It makes Toto burst into laughter as he pulls himself away, while Ron is slack-jawed in bewilderment.
"This is nothing, haha," Toto explains right away, both his hands still on Ron's shoulders. "Just that you're right, is all."
Ron cocks his head to a side. "About what?"
"Sugar-free." He dabs the back of his hand over his lips with a smile. "One hundred percent would want to try again. But next time." Toto then gently pulls Ron over to the low table. "Breakfast first. The chazuke's getting cold."
He sees Ron smirk from the corner of his eye, no doubt excited at the prospect of more later. Good.
Best perfect day-off thus far, and it's only about to get better.