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Tooru was well aware of how warm the morning sun that passed through the window when it landed on his skin, how it casted a pattern on his bedroom floors and walls. He knew the faint sound of people in the neighborhood starting their day just outside his apartment. It was all familiar, he had lived in this apartment for years.
That morning, the puff of breath and limbs that tangled with his own was anything but usual. But then, it was still all familiar.
Tooru smiled as he caressed the strong arm that engulfed his body from behind. He brought that hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles. Wakatoshi, his beloved boyfriend, had agreed to spend some more days with him in his apartment in San Juan. The volleyball world championship that was held in Argentina had just ended two days ago.
That day was their second anniversary as boyfriends. With their life being hundreds of kilometers apart, Tooru had determined that if he couldn’t have Wakatoshi beside him on any other day, then he wanted Wakatoshi to be by his side at least for this one day.
Being in a long distance ever since the beginning of their relationship had made them depended mostly on messages and calls. Although it wasn't easy, they had kept their communication stable and routine. But given the limited time to be together, who was he kidding if Tooru wanted to do more.
Tooru had come up with a plan to bring Wakatoshi breakfast in bed. Tooru thought it would be such a nice thing to start their anniversary day by finding his boyfriend all gorgeous and mussed up on his bed, wake him up, have a nice breakfast in bed, then after they've finished with the breakfast, they could move the plates and cutleries aside and proceed to have another ‘meal’. In Tooru’s head, their anniversary day couldn’t be more perfect.
Tooru slowly removed Wakatoshi’s arm from him and got up from the bed. He pulled a well worn pastel blue jumper and white shorts from his wardrobe and headed to the kitchen. Tooru turned the kitchen lights on and started to gather the utensils and ingredients.
Tooru didn’t really cook on a daily basis so he didn’t actually have a broad choice of dishes to make. He had considered making hayashi rice, Wakatoshi’s favorite, but Wakatoshi had always had it from time to time even when he was in Poland. Tooru wanted to make him something different, something that would make him remember of Tooru, here, in Argentina. Wakatoshi already had his fair share of empanadas and medialunas every single day at the hotel during the tournament, and it wasn’t like Tooru could make them with a decent enough shape. So Tooru settled for one of the dishes that would never go wrong for him, revuelto Gramajo, a dish of scrambled egg with ham and fried potatoes.
With the thought of Wakatoshi’s surprised and delighted face after receiving the surprise on his mind, Tooru started to work. He started with washing the potatoes, then he put his chopping board on the kitchen counter and began to cut the potatoes into a strip.
“Tooru?”
The movement of Tooru’s hand that was cutting the potatoes abruptly stopped, resulting in a loud sound of his knife hitting the chopping board.
Tooru turned his head fast and there was Wakatoshi standing in all his glory, bare chested and hair mussed, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Tooru bit his lower lip unconsciously, a small voice inside his head wished that he could have this gorgeous man showed up in his kitchen everyday.
“Wakatoshi! Happy anniversary!” Tooru rushed to his boyfriend and hugged him with his arms around Wakatoshi's shoulder, the potatoes left abandoned.
“Happy anniversary to you too,” said Wakatoshi with a soft smile on his lips. Wakatoshi put his hand on Tooru’s waist and started kissing Tooru’s face.
Tooru lifted his hands and put them on Wakatoshi’s cheeks, his brown eyes staring at his boyfriend’s olive-green one. “Why are you awake already?”
“It’s already past my usual wake up time, actually.”
“Oooh, right.'' Tooru glanced at the clock on the wall behind Wakatoshi’s head.
They had gone partying with some of Tooru’s teammates yesterday and just managed to get back to the apartment way past midnight. Apparently, the exhaustion from yesterday had made him wake up a little too late to prepare all of this ‘breakfast in bed’ thing. But no damage had been done, he could still save his little surprise plan.
“Had a good sleep?”
“I did. Even though I was hoping I’d wake up to the sight of you.”
Tooru’s cheeks reddened at Wakatoshi’s admission. Tooru still found it hard being the receiving end of Wakatoshi’s somehow blunt admission of affection when he was actually there right in front of Tooru. Tooru could hide his blushes with his hand or a pillow to his face all he could when they were on video calls, but at that moment there was no use of hiding. So, Tooru kissed him.
“I’m so sorry."
A kiss.
“It’s a good thing that you’ll stay here for another couple of days.”
Another kiss.
They stayed like that for a while, just hugging and kissing in the middle of Tooru’s kitchen.
“Are you cooking something?”
“Uhm no, I’m just making tea.” This is supposed to be a surprise for you.
“I don’t think you need to cut potatoes to make a cup of tea. Unless.. you're drinking your tea with potatoes.” Of course he would point the obvious.
“The onion is just… there," said Oikawa as his right hand gestured wildly in the air beside Wakatoshi's head. "You know what, Toshi? I think you need a little bit more sleep.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve had enough sleep, Tooru.” Wakatoshi brushed Tooru’s soft brown hair.
“Months long sequence of international tournaments has just ended, it wouldn’t be so bad to just sleep a little more!”
Tooru took one of Wakatoshi’s hands and dragged Wakatoshi back to his bedroom. Tooru opened the bedroom door, put both of his hands on Wakatoshi’s chest and pushed him until Wakatoshi was lying down on his bed. Just as Tooru was about to leave, he felt Wakatoshi tugging on his wrist.
“You’re not joining me?”
“Hm?”
“You told me to go back to bed, I thought you wanted to cuddle.”
Other people would say that being in love had made Tooru imagining bizzare things but Wakatoshi indeed had some kind of puppy dog eyes, a cute one at that, and this was one of the rare moments that he gave him that look. It was tempting, but...
“Well… I told you I wanted a cup of tea.”
“Then I’d rather spend the morning of our anniversary having a cup of tea with you.”
It was sweet, really. But when you were in the middle of a secret plan to bring your boyfriend a surprise breakfast in bed, Tooru couldn’t help but to sway some words to Wakatoshi’s persistent mind. Remember, no damage had been done, he could still save his little plan.
“Okay, okay. I’ll bring you the tea. But while I make them, how about you just stay here and have some more rest, okay?” Tooru pulled the comforter up to Wakatoshi’s chest.
Wakatoshi nodded and that was the cue for Tooru to get out of his bedroom and get back to work in the kitchen.
Tooru pulled the sleeves of his jumper up to his elbows, he couldn’t manage to waste more time. As soon as he was back in the kitchen, he went straight to his chopping board and finished the half-chopped potatoes. He put a skillet on the stove, poured some oil, and fried the potatoes. As he let the potatoes fried, he went back to the chopping board to cut the ham.
“So you are cooking something.”
“Wakatoshi! Stop surprising me!” Tooru shrieked and placed a hand on his heaving chest, he was lucky he didn’t chop his own fingers. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping!?”
Tooru might’ve been a bit too immersed in his little project since he hadn't heard the footsteps of his 90 kilogram boyfriend.
“Tooru, I tried but I don’t feel like sleeping anymore,” Wakatoshi furrowed his eyebrow, confused why his boyfriend was so adamant to put him back to sleep. Tooru didn’t respond to that, he turned his back to Wakatoshi and turned off the stove.
“What are you cooking?”
“It’s a secret.”
“So this is why you were cutting potatoes.”
“Well, hello, you Mr. Pointing the Obvious.”
“Let me help.”
Wakatoshi scooted over to take the skillet’s handle. But before his hand could reach it, Tooru took his hand and threaded their fingers together. Before Wakatoshi could register what was happening, he was already dragged by Tooru back to his bedroom.
Just like before, Tooru made him lie back down on the bed and pulled the comforter up to his chest.
“Toshi, please.”
Their eyes bored into each other, neither of them had the intention to look away. Tooru’s hands pushed the comforter on Wakatoshi’s chest as a nonverbal way to say: you. stay. here.
“Let me do this,” said Tooru with all the seriousness he could muster in his voice.
Wakatoshi didn’t say it out loud but Tooru could tell that his boyfriend was so confused. Looking at Wakatoshi like this, Tooru had to hold back a bubble of laughter that started to emerge inside him. It was as if Wakatoshi was a giant five years old, refusing to be tucked to bed in the middle of the night because he insisted that he wasn't sleepy yet and then pried his parents because he wanted to watch some more cartoons before bed.
“If you don’t feel like sleeping anymore than here, just read this,” Tooru grabbed whatever he touched first from the bookshelf adjacent to his bed and put it on Wakatoshi’s chest.
Wakatoshi sat up with his back pressed against the headboard, his eyes scanning the thing that Tooru had given to him.
“This is a lookbook.. of real estates here in San Juan.”
“Yeah, have a problem with that?” Wait, what? I have that?
In fact, Tooru was the one who grabbed that lookbook from his real estate agent's office. He had consulted with a real estate agent about a year ago when he decided to move out from his one bedroom apartment to a larger one with a guest bedroom, bigger kitchen and living area, and a more decent balcony.
“Or you could do anything but just stay here .”
Wakatoshi just looked Tooru in the eyes and didn’t give him any more retorts. Tooru let out a little yay before he pecked Wakatoshi’s lips and rushed out of the bedroom.
As soon as he was back in the kitchen, he checked the potatoes, whisked some eggs, and mixed them with the chopped ham and potatoes into a skillet.
Tooru’s hand still stirred the mixture as he turned his head to check the time at the clock on the wall. The sight that presented in front of his eyes nearly made Tooru’s heart drop to the floor.
Tooru’s eyes widened as he saw Wakatoshi standing behind the corridor’s wall that led to the bedroom from the kitchen and living area. The corridor’s lamp was switched off so more than a half part of Wakatoshi’s body was hidden behind the wall in the darkness while the remaining part of him stood in the open, under the bright light of the kitchen and living room’s lamp. Wakatoshi’s sharp eye bored into Tooru.
A second later, Tooru bursted out laughing.
“Wakatoshi! What the hell!? You’re acting like an intruder waiting for the right time to knock me out and commit a house robbery.”
Wakatoshi came out of his semi-hiding spot to approach his laughing boyfriend behind the kitchen counter and held both of Tooru’s hands.
“Tooru, I’m sorry but I really don’t understand why you’ve been trying to keep me on the bed."
Tooru kept laughing, he buried his face on Wakatoshi’s shoulder.
"I've looked through the lookbook. It was nice and interesting, but I have no intention to get a property here in San Juan," Wakatoshi admitted and after some thoughts he added, "Maybe not for another couple of years."
Tooru let slide what Wakatoshi’s words might’ve implied, his laugh subsided to giggles.
"I thought you would prefer us cooking together since it's something we’ve never done before.”
After Tooru's laughter had died down completely, he turned off the stove, because he couldn’t risk his precious dish to get burned, and once again dragged Wakatoshi back to his bedroom.
Wakatoshi was more compliant this time, he set himself on the bed without Tooru having to push him first.
“Tooru, do you not enjoy my company?” Wakatoshi asked with a careful tone in his voice.
Tooru chuckled a little. He climbed into the bed and straddled Wakatoshi’s lap.
“Of course I do enjoy your company, you fool. It’s just that today is our anniversary day and I want to do something special for you. Something that we’ve never had done before to each other. I had a plan to bring you a surprise breakfast in bed. But, because a certain someone keeps insisting on showing up in the kitchen, there goes the ‘surprise’ part of this plan, I guess.”
Realization dawned upon Wakatoshi's face. “Tooru, I’m sorry, I really didn’t know,” there was evident remorse in his voice.
“Well, it’s my fault too because I woke up kinda late this morning.”
“I’ll stay here until you’ve finished cooking and come back here again. I promise.”
Tooru eyed him with a glint of amusement. Tooru knew that Wakatoshi was the man that always lived up to his promises, even if it was for something so trivial.
"Make sure that I'd find you on the bed when I come back with food later." Tooru patted Wakatoshi's cheek as he got up from Wakatoshi's lap and went back to the kitchen.
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Wakatoshi watched as the bedroom’s door closed behind his boyfriend’s back. He genuinely felt bad that he had somehow ruined his boyfriend’s surprise plan for him, but at the same time, he couldn’t suppress the fluttering feelings and anticipation that started to build inside his chest.
It was certain that no one could make him feel like Tooru did.
The problem was, for Wakatoshi, he wasn't the type to laze around on the bed after he had woken up. On some rare occasions when he did take several more minutes to get up from bed, it was either because of a hangover or he was feeling sick. But then again, it was rare.
Wakatoshi swiped his gaze around Tooru's bedroom. It was nice and minimal with not too much furniture. Contrary to what a lot of people had assumed about his boyfriend, Tooru wasn't a messy person, as in he didn't hoard things and he kept his things where they belonged most of the time.
Wakatoshi's eyes caught the framed photos hanging on the wall above Tooru's desk. He had never seen these framed photos before, it was his first time visiting Tooru's apartment and Tooru had never faced this direction when they video called before. He got up from the bed and approached the frames, decided that he could take a look at the photos to kill time.
Wakatoshi saw the photos of Tooru with his family, with the whole Aoba Johsai Volleyball Club members, and with Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa. Tooru had a wide and charming grin on his face in some of the photos, it was much more boyish then but he still had that same grin years later.
The last photo on the wall was of Tooru and Wakatoshi, both wearing their respective national team’s jerseys. Wakatoshi had his left hand circled around Tooru’s waist, while Tooru’s right arm clinged to his shoulder. There was no hesitation that Tooru had always been sentimental to those he held dearly, and Wakatoshi was beyond happy that he had finally been a part of it.
The sound of the door handle being opened alarmed Wakatoshi. Not even a second later he took big strides and jumped on the bed, pulling the comforter back to his chest. Wakatoshi suspected that Tooru wouldn’t buy it but he attempted to feign sleep regardless.
“Oh, is my boyfriend still sleeping?” Tooru asked with a hint of sarcasm as he entered the bedroom with a tray of breakfast. He had heard the rustling sound of Wakatoshi trying to get back to the bed on time. But he appreciated Wakatoshi’s attempt to keep his promise and went along with it anyway.
Tooru put the tray on his nightstand and leaned down. He brushed his hand on Wakatoshi’s cheek, it was amazing that even the slightest skin to skin contact could feel so intimate for them.
“Wake up, boyfriend,” Oikawa said softly, his face only a mere centimeters away from Wakatoshi.
Wakatoshi opened his eyes to the sight of his boyfriend smiling smugly.
“Oh, what a nice view to wake up to.”
Tooru slapped Wakatoshi’s chest softly, he hadn't expected that his boyfriend would return the sarcasm.
“Surprise!” Tooru cheered as he picked up the tray from the nightstand and presented it in front of Wakatoshi. Tooru sat beside Wakatoshi and laid the tray on Wakatoshi’s lap.
Wakatoshi had known of Tooru's plan, but the display in front of him still made him in awe. The breakfast consisted of a plate of a dish he didn’t know the name yet, two slices of toast, a bowl of sliced fruits, and a cup of tea. It was all arranged perfectly on the wooden tray, Tooru even decorated it with some flowers that he put in a small vase.
“This is Revuelto Gramajo, try it!”
Wakatoshi scooped a spoonful of the dish, it was the first time he tried anything that Tooru made. Wakatoshi’s eyes widened a bit as his taste buds registered the taste.
“This is delicious, Tooru.”
“I know, right! It’s been a while since the last time I made it, but I’ve never failed! Go on, eat more!”
With the sparkling eyes and excited voice that Tooru directed to him, Wakatoshi complied happily. It didn’t take long for Wakatoshi to finish all the foods.
“So, what do you think?”
“It’s amazing, the look, the taste, even the little flowers you got me here. Thank you so much, Tooru, really.” Wakatoshi nuzzled his cheek to the side of Tooru’s head. Same as Tooru who was doing this kind of thing for the first time, it was also the first time for Wakatoshi receiving something like this.
“I wouldn’t say that my plan went perfectly like what I imagined it to be, but you’re happy, and it makes me happy too, so I think it’s a success after all.”
Wakatoshi kissed Tooru then, he tried to convey the overflowing love that he had for Tooru through the touch of their lips. It started languidly but quickly became more passionate and heated as the seconds went by, keeping it not reckless enough so they wouldn’t knock the tray and everything on it down from Wakatoshi’s lap.
“Let me cook you dinner tonight,” Wakatoshi said when they finally parted.
“Sounds nice. But first, don’t you think I can get my breakfast too?”
“Ah, what do you want? Do you still have some of these foods? Want me to prepare it for you?”
“No.” Oikawa smirked, the last event of his anniversary day surprise plan crept back into his mind. He put the tray back to the nightstand and slowly climbed to Wakatoshi’s lap. With his brown eyes slightly hooded and his fingers playfully tugging the hem of Wakatoshi’s sweatpants, he whispered sultrily to Wakatoshi’s ear, “I prefer you. ”