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"Hold still." Kazuha's grip on Scaramouche's chin tightened and his head was lifted up from looking at the wooden floor and instead looking at bright red eyes with a determined look.
"Fuck off, I told you I'm not doing this." Scaramouche slapped Kazuha's hand away and frowned at the nail polish brush in his hand. Kazuha decided to choose a mix of dark midnight purple, a dark black, and crimson red "and you'd do a shit job at it."
Kazuha pouted and held out his hand that was slapped away "please? Scara it's only for a bit. Don't be a baby and throw a tantrum."
Kazuha could practically see Scaramouche's face get red with anger and his ears start to fume.
With an irritated scoff Scaramouche stood up from where he was sitting and walked towards the kitchen. His footsteps followed behind him.
Kazuha watched Scaramouche walk off with a look of defeat. This wouldn't be the first time his grumpy partner denied something he requested. Scaramouche was always doing this. No matter what Kazuha asked of him.
It could be a simple "hey Scara, can I help dry out your hair?" Or "you have something on your face. Here, let me get it." Both scenarios ended up with Kazuha's hand getting slapped.
He understood Scaramouche wasn't too fond of physical touching. So, he tried to be verbally affectionate. And…you can guess where that ended up.
(If you need a mental image Kazuha was kicked out of their shared apartment.)
He would get very dramatic over anything affectionate and scream at Kazuha for trying to do anything related to that. It got very frustrating at times and of course they had their fair share of fights.
Kazuha tries to be very patient with Scaramouche. Especially since he understands why Scaramouche isn't fond of stuff like this and another thing to add, they are relatively new to being a couple. But it left him tired sometimes.
His lover does show he cares in his own way though.
Like there was this one time Kazuha went to hang out with Venti for a while. The biggest mistake he ever made was not
checking the weather forecast. And, before you knew it, it started raining cats and dogs.
With soaking clothes, he entered the apartment looking like a mop soaked in water. He only waddled his way so far into the apartment before Scaramouche noticed and screeched at him. He then got the biggest lecture of the century (which he apologized profusely for and promised he would never do it again) and it did not feel great.
But after that Scaramouche calmed down a bit , he grabbed his wrist and led him to their bedroom. He then offered to wash Kazuha's clothes while calling him a white-red haired poet loving cock sucking idiot and going to wash his clothes and make him soup and hot cocoa. Scaramouche also ended playing Kazuha's favorite movie even though he despised it and threw a blanket at him.
Kazuha smiled at the memory. Dating Scaramouche had its good times. But lately, it's been sort of rocky. Which the white haired poet couldn't help but get nervous about.
Scaramouche and his mom recently got in contact again and let's just say things haven't been going out too well. So, of course, Scaramouche's attitude at home has been shit.
Kazuha's smile was quickly wiped off his face and was placed by his previous frown on his face.
But dating Scaramouche also had its bad times.
Before his thoughts could dwell into any negative thought of some sort, he heard footsteps from behind him walk towards where he was sitting. He could also hear metal clanking together on what sounds to be a tray perhaps?
Before he even had a chance to turn around, Scaramouche was already kneeling down with the tray (yep he was correct) and placing it on the floor in front of him.
Kazuha decided to direct his gaze towards the tray before questioning Scaramouche. What he noticed on that tray was two cups of juice. The flavor of the juice, he'd have to guess, would possibly be apple juice. He hopes it's apple juice.
The next mysterious items on the tray was two sandwiches. One being a simple turkey sandwich and the other being a ham sandwich. Kazuha's being turkey and Scaramouche's sandwich being ham.
And that leaves him with the last item on the tray. That ended up being one medium sized bowl of tomato soup with two spoons sitting inside of it.
Kazuha could feel himself drooling from the delicious food sitting in front of him. His stomach made a noise of excitement.
He could hear Scaramouche huff in amusement "shall I go fetch you a napkin to wipe that drool off your face, princess?" He teasingly said.
That snapped Kazuha out of his daze. His face warmed up in embarrassment and muttered a quiet 'shut up'. Scaramouche just smirked in return.
Scaramouche stood up from where he was kneeling and sat back in his spot he was previously in before he stomped away. His pale hand reached out for one of the cups. Gripping it sternly and raising it to his lips.
Kazuha couldn't help but smile at the purple haired male. Even though Scaramouche was making it clear to Kazuha that he wouldn't do this, he still came back anyway and with food as an apology for his grumpy attitude earlier.
He acted like such a tsundere sometimes. And it was adorable.
Plus, this is the first time in a while Scaramouche teased him like that. Kazuha couldn't help but feel a warm bubbly feeling of happiness pool into his gut.
Scaramouche noticed the cheerful look on his face and moved the cup away from his face. Revealing a glare and a frown "what the hell are you smiling about?"
Kazuha laughed at his sudden change of attitude. "Nothing Scara. Thank you." And he picked up his sandwich and took a bite of it. Even though the words were short and simple, he knew Scaramouche understood what he meant.
From the corner of his eye he could see his cheeks turn pink slightly "Whatever. It was you that said we have a lot to do today. I just thought we should eat here rather than you order everything on the menu at a food court. Because, knowing you, you're going to get hungry." Scaramouche put down his cup of juice and instead replaced the beverage that once was in his hand with his own sandwich "and it's not like I did it just for you. I was hungry and since I wanted a breather from you for a bit I thought I might as well make something to pass the time." And took an angry bite out of his sandwich.
"Ah, but that means you eventually thought of me afterwards?" Kazuha smirked. Scaramouche choked on his sandwich in response to that.
He almost ended up spitting out the chewed pieces of the food. But with a grimace and new burning determination, he forced himself to swallow it down. Apparently keeping the floor from getting dirty is more important than choking.
"Fuck you. Y'know what, I was at first sad I would lose my boy toy but now I'm glad I poisoned your sandwich you whore."
Kazuha chuckled. He crawled around the tray of food and sat down right beside Scaramouche "I guess I'm going to have to hope my prince charming will come wake me with a romantic kiss then." Letting his body go limp, Kazuha heavily leaned against Scaramouche's side.
Scaramouche suddenly tensed beside him and he frowned. Remembering he wasn't one for physical contact, Kazuha quickly removed himself from his side.
Sometimes Kazuha forgot. He would get lost in the fun of talking with Scaramouche and messing around and would once in a while forget about the personal space he has to maintain.
"I'm sorry I forgot. I-" Before Kazuha could even utter another word of an apology, Scaramouche wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him back in awkwardly. His body is still slightly tense but not as tense as before. Kazuha's eyes widened and he in response to the sudden action, put one hand on Scaramouche's shoulder and one on his chest to keep a couple inches of distance for the man. He could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest.
This is the first time Scaramouche has ever made any form of physical contact.
"Scara…" Scaramouche's eyes darted around nervously for a while but he eventually forced his eyes to stare into red crimson ones "are..are you comfortable with this?"
No reply.
"Scara, you didn't have to force yourself to do this you know? I don't want you to feel like you have to-" and he was interrupted again. With a hand over his mouth.
"I didn't force myself to do this!" Scaramouche hesitated at that "Well technically I did but..not like- ugh! Just shut up and eat your food!" He removed his hand from Kazuha's mouth and immediately looked away from Kazuha again.
Kazuha sat there stunned.
He was in shock, kind of you could say. He knows him and Scaramouche have been dating for a couple of months now and he shouldn't be this surprised but, if you recall, Scaramouche hasn't been touchy since they declared they were dating. Kazuha thought it would take a while before Scaramouche even decided it was okay to hold hands. Him doing all this is skipping a few steps. For him at least.
Scaramouche, being so uncomfortable with the idea of touching, revolted even at first, is holding him this intimately. It was astonishing.
And this made Kazuha so happy. So happy he could jump up and hug the man and squeeze him tightly. But he feels like if he did that he would be slapped so hard he'd end up all the way in Antarctica.
He was happy that Scaramouche was finally comfortable enough to physically touch him like this. Well, he probably wasn't too comfortable but still, he knows how hard it is for Scaramouche to act vulnerable at all with anybody. So, even though he was slightly uncomfortable, he forced himself out of his comfort zone to reassure Kazuha. To, even though Kazuha knew he showed his love in different ways, show that he too wanted to touch Kazuha.
And this was something he admired in the man. Kazuha felt so strongly for Scaramouche.
God he's madly in love with this purple haired man.
"Can you stop staring like some weirdo? Eat your food already." He squirmed uncomfortably.
Kazuha smiled "Scara," his bandaged hand reached out to his face. He hesitated for a second before slowly and gently placed his hand on Scaramouche's cheek.
"I love you."
Scaramouche froze. Like a deer in headlights he didn't know what to do. Kazuha softly laughed at the look of panic that flashed on his face "you don't have to say it back yet. I just wanted you to know." He rubbed comforting circles on his cheek for a few long seconds and removed his hand shortly after. He didn't want to overstep his boundaries too much.
But, there is one more thing Kazuha wants to try before he won't ever get the chance to do this ever again.
Kazuha reached for one of the spoons in the probably cold soup, filled the spoon with the tomato liquid, and lifted it to Scaramouche's lips "ah?"
It was funny to see the usual grumpy and angry looking Scaramouche have so many emotions on his face right now. It was adorable. And judging by Scaramouche's very red face and the look he was giving him he knew exactly what he was thinking.
"You are definitely overstepping now cocky bastard." He turned his head fully away from the spoon. Kazuha frowned.
"Ah, too much huh? Apologies."
…..
"Ugh I hate you!" Scaramouche grabbed his wrist that was holding the soup and shoved it in his mouth. "You do anything else that crosses the line or irritates me and I can guarantee you that you will wake up in a casket tomorrow."
Kazuha giggled and nodded his head contently. Laying his head on Scaramouche's shoulder.
A comfortable silence overcame them. Neither of them want to ruin the atmosphere hanging in the air. Their hearts were beating in sync and their breathing was relaxed. It was almost like both of them were connected as one. Their breathing and hearts working simultaneously together.
The sunset was peaking through their blinds and shining on the couple sitting on the living room floor. It felt beautiful. But….
If Kazuha stayed like this any longer he would fall asleep. At the same time though, he was certainly too comfortable and tired to get up.
"Hey Scara?" Kazuha decided to be the breaker of peace.
"Yes? What?"
"Don't get mad."
"Kazuha."
"I think we should stay home."
"I SWEAR-"
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Bonus+
After a long day of shopping, Kazuha collapsed onto the couch. Stretching as he sighed in relief. Scaramouche took it upon himself to carry the groceries into the Kitchen.
As he placed the bags on the counter he couldn't help but think of yesterday's encounter.
He did want to be closer to Kazuha. It's just he wasn't comfortable with going any further than what he did yesterday. And he honestly blames that on trauma and abandonment.
But that wasn't the only thing factoring into this, he just got really flustered when he did. But Kazuha didn't need to know that there was another reason why he refused physical affection. And if the Canadian man knew that Scaramouche was chickening out of physical affection, not only because of his past, but also because of him wanting to avoid the embarrassment of it and how awkward he is, he is positive he would be teased for eternity.
Scaramouche was working on walking out of his comfort zone but fucking hell that shit is so hard to do.
He could feel his cheeks start to warm in embarrassment again so he decided enough thinking about things like that.
After he finished putting the groceries away he walked out of the kitchen to check up on the man in the living room. When he looked over from behind the couch he saw that the white haired male passed out.
"We weren't even gone for that long today." Scaramouche scoffs. He leaned against the couch and stared at his boyfriend.
His boyfriend.
He still remembers the day Kazuha confessed to him. It still feels like Scaramouche is in a dream. It felt unreal. It felt unreal that a man like Kazuha would love a man like Scaramouche.
But yet here we are. Here they were. In a shared apartment. A few months later.
He placed his head on his crossed arms. Staring intently at Kazuha's long eyelashes. When he is awake they usually are batting frequently against his pretty pale face. But when he is asleep they are as still as a stone statue. Not even moving the slightest. Scaramouche's eyes lower down to Kazuha's lips.
They are a soft pink and his lips were slightly wet from his own spit. They looked so glossy. Scaramouche felt like he was in a daze.
Scaramouche and Kazuha never actually kissed each other before, funny enough.
Why would he cross the line with kissing when he couldn't cross the line of handholding? Yep, nope. Not happening.
That didn't mean he didn't want to do it necessarily.
Lately, it seems that's all Scaramouche has been thinking of. What it would be like to kiss Kazuha. What would it feel like, taste like, and would the kiss be fast paced and hot? Or gentle and slow?
He would like to fairly blame hormones on this. Because at first it wasn't that bad. Scaramouche can take pride in that he's able to last maybe a lifetime of no kissing or further activities.
And especially after yesterday, they've increased ×10.
Before he even could stop himself, he bent over the couch and placed his lips on the ever waiting soft pink lips that looked so kissable.
It was a quick peck. Nothing more. It probably would've been if Scaramouche hadn't finally snapped out of the daze he was in and jumped back like he was burned. His hand came up to his lips to wipe off the excess spit that got transferred over from the kiss.
What…what the hell?!
"What the fuck is wrong with me?!" Scaramouche hissed. He quickly turned around on his heels and made a run to the shared bedroom.
He was too far away to hear a quiet giggle from the living room.