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Ainosuke groans as the hat is plopped on his head, the smaller man who did said plopping giggling up at him. “Well now I’m going to have hat hair too” the businessman pouts, his despair going unvalidated as Miya just laughs at him again.
“It’s your fault you know. You’re the one that has to be this big bad boss man and with all of his *droves* of admirers.” Miya smirks and teases, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, resting his chin on the much taller man’s sternum.
Ainosuke’s hand ruffles long raven locks and he sticks his tongue out at his silly kitten. “Not getting jealous now are we,” a blue brow arches.
“Nope! Now let’s gooooooo. You take forever getting ready and you promised!”
Chuckling fondly, Ainosuke rolls his eyes. “Losing a bet isn’t promising, my sweet, but as you wish. Let’s go.”
***
The ride to the mall is uneventful, well, other than the fact that Ainosuke has to actually drive, and one of his less “stupid flashy” cars, according his feisty kitten sitting in the passenger seat.
He loathes driving. It’s exactly the reason why he has Tadashi always do it, but he doesn’t hate it for the reasons you would think. It isn't that it is beneath him, or that he finds it monotonous; it is because -
“ A BLINKER REALLY ISN’T THAT HARD TO USE!” the older man growls out, trying to actively ignore the grin he can *feel* emanating from Miya. Yes. He has horrible road rage. Not much can make the normally put together, some would even say ‘dignified’ man, completely lose it in mere seconds.
He hates hats.
He hates driving.
He hates that they have to hide.
By the time they get to the mall, Ainosuke is tighter than a ball of yarn and is grumbling underneath his breath. They park and his head tips back on the headrest of his seat with a sigh.
Sweet, albeit smirking, lips gently press against his cheek and one crimson eye cracks open.
“Kinda hot when you get all pissy.”
Ainosuke’s eyes narrow.
“Is that the real reason you insist I drive?”
A giggle is the only answer he gets as the little brat jovially exits the car.
He takes a deep breath and follows suit, slipping a small pinky in his own as they walk to the mall entrance.
Thankfully, it’s not very crowded today, they tend to find time midday and midweek for their outings so that the businessman is less likely to be recognized and so they don’t have to deal with as many people. For as sociable both of them are when they need to be, both men are remarkably introverted.
Miya gasps beside him and he looks over just in time to see green eyes light up before he is being pulled forward towards one of those machines where you have to direct a very loose and quite frankly flimsy looking claw and try and pick up a toy to win.
“Darling, you know these are a trap, yes? I can just get you anything you want from this, why not play something that actually has a point?”
The older man looks down at Miya and soft cheeks puff up as little arms cross in determination. Ainosuke laughs, holding up his hands in surrender. He is well acquainted with that particular stance and already knows this is a battle he won't win.
“Okay okay Kitten.”
Those eyes light up again and he knows he’s been played, but.. it’s worth it.
Ainosuke goes over to the change box, exchanging currency for tokens that hold no real value. Putting two in the machine, his hands find their way to slender hips and he bends to set his chin on his little boyfriend’s shoulder.
Miya moves the lever, cute pink little tongue sticking out in concentration. Ainosuke snorts, earning him yet another glare.
“Sorry. You’re adorable.”
The claw catches on a stuffed black and purple cat plushie and Miya jumps excitedly, making the older man groan when his teeth clack together from his jaw being hit.
The toy drops and the boy groans.
“Try again. This time without injury please.”
“Your fault. This is serious! I want it!”
Two more tokens go in and the look of concentration is back on a deceptively sweet face.
Leaning against the machine, Ainosuke keeps supplying tokens until they run out and by this point Miya is undoubtedly frustrated.
“Why don’t we try a different game for a while? Come back to this one.”
Pouting and pissy, his kitten looks every bit fitting to his pet name.
“We won't leave until you win darling. Now come show me how well you shoot.”
Three shooter games (which Ainosuke wins each one), two prize wheels (that Miya absolutely demolishes), and one strength test (that he would have won had the little brat not decided that he needed to hang off of Ainosuke’s arm to ‘level the playing field’) later, and Ainosuke keeps catching Miya looking at the claw machine, almost anticipatory and anxious any time someone else tries.
Ainosuke snorts and shakes his head, looking at his watch.
“Alright. Let’s go try again shall we?”
Getting a third batch of tokens, he is prepared to stay here until closing until his little love gets whatever he desires.
The lever moves, Miya’s sweet mouth is set in determination, and the claw catches.
He doesn’t even realize he is holding his breath until the toy falls into the shoot and then his lungs release and Miya is practically *squealing* with glee.
The younger man holds the plushy to his chest, cheeks pink with a beautiful flush from the excitement and Ainosuke can’t help himself. He swoops down, picking Miya up bridal style and kisses over soft cheeks, blowing raspberries in his kitten’s neck until he’s being swatted away with giggling filtering above the various sounds of the arcade.
"Ack!" Miya screeches, even though the smile on his face belies how much he actually enjoys the attention from his typically busy boyfriend.
It's been a while since they've been able to go out like this, between Ainosuke's job and Miya's competitions… he misses this. Misses *him*.
"Let me go you big doofus!" He laughs, lithe little arms and legs flailing. Ainosuke laughs and easily launches him over his shoulder, patting his butt like a child.
"Manners kitten." He chuckles, walking them to the ticket counter so they can cash in their winnings. When he sets the younger man down, Ainosuke smirks at the glare and puffed out cheeks he gets from his counterpart.
"I know you are intending to be threatening, my love, but you just look adorable. Come on, pick your prizes. I have the evening cleared as well so maybe we can make dinner together when we get home."
Green eyes light up and Miya's ire is completely forgotten in finding out his boyfriend has taken the *whole* day.
Another plushy of a blue dragon and two yarn bracelets later, they are hand in hand as they leave the arcade.
On the way out, Adam spots a photo booth, and there's no hesitation whatsoever when he fits them both in it. Miya grumbles, but he ignores it in favor of starting the countdown. They prepare for the picture, but the moment it gets to the last few numbers, Ainosuke grips Miya's jaw and kisses him.
The snap of the machine continues as they pull apart. Ainosuke smirks down at blushing cheeks.
Then Miya is smacking him and the older man is laughing until all the clicks stop and a robotic voice tells them to find their pictures in the slot outside.
Picking up the pictures, Ainosuke refuses to show his little love and takes his hand to head home. When they get into the car, Ainosuke’s hand is taken by a much smaller one and one of the neon threaded bracelets that look as if it could break at the slightest bit of wind, is slipped onto his wrist and tightened.
He arches a brow at the younger man.
Miya shrugs, cheeks dusting over in a shade of pink as he holds out the other bracelet, this on a royal blue. A slender wrist is held out in a shy silent request and Ainosuke can't help but smile softly.
Long, strong fingers wrap around the delicate wrist and brings it to his lips, gently kissing the pulse point there before carefully sliding the matching bracelet on and flitting it snuggly in place.
"You know. I like these." He states, a smile playing at his lips as crimson eyes gleam and he reaches out to tilt Miya's chin up to look at him.
"It's almost like wedding rings. Are you proposing to me, kitten?"
Miya's blush deepens and he tries to pull his face away in embarrassment, only to be held in place and stilled with a gentle kiss.
"One day. One day I will marry you and give you my name. No one will stop us."
One more sweet kiss and he has mercy on his blushing boyfriend, letting his hand fall to a slender knee and squeezing gently as he starts the car and begins to drive them home.
The drive home is quiet and uneventful, a comfortable companionable silence. It's one of the many reasons he loves his feisty little kitten, because for as much as he can be wild and untamed, he also fits the pet name Ainosuke has given him. He can be soft and docile, quiet and sweet. Ainosuke knows this isn't a side of Miya that many get to see. It's one of his favorite sides.
They pull into the carport and Miya is fast asleep, curled up in the passenger's seat, cat and dragon plushies held tight.
Ainosuke takes a picture, knowing he will have hell to pay for it later.. if Miya finds out (and he always does), and then he is gently carrying his little love inside.
Miya wakes and nuzzles against his chest with a small grumble.
"We're home darling. Still wanna cook dinner with me?"
Miya nods and wriggles until Ainosuke lets him go, making the businessman snort in a very amused, but undignified manner.
"Don't wanna miss time. Sleep is for the weak." Miya pops back, even as he wipes the sleep from his eyes with his hand, and still clutching both plushies to his chest.
"Uh huh. Whatever you say dear. Why don't you go put the toys on our bed and then we can get started on pancakes."
Pancakes are Miya's favorite, a fact Ainosuke knows well and he is completely expectant of the reaction he gets when the young man whisper-yells "Yes!" and takes off running towards their room.
It doesn't take long, just long enough for Ainosuke to put on an apron and get all the ingredients and griddle out before raven hair and an oversized hoodie comes sliding into the kitchen in his socks over the tiled floors.
"Excited?" He teases, earning a cute little tongue being poked out at him. Ainosuke laughs and pushes the eggs over as he starts measuring out the flour.
They move around each other in a synchronized way that can only be accomplished through time and trust and comfort. Miya handing Ainosuke items as needed without being asked and Ainosuke brushing past his love with a hand on his shoulder, his hip, a kiss to his nose.
At one point, Miya leans over and grins, suddenly producing a handful of flour that he blows Ainosuke’s direction before the man can run, dusting the CEO in a layer of white.
Crimson eyes narrow, and just in the same way that Ainosuke can anticipate and predict Miya's looks, expressions, and actions; Miya knows Ainosuke the same way.
He knows he has approximately 2.5 seconds before the glare ends and the chase begins.
They are nothing if not competitive. It's in their nature and another reason they fit so well together.
2.5 seconds later, Ainosuke is snatching an egg from the egg crate and launching himself at Miya who knows to run.
Socks slide across the floor and a deep baritone laugh is surrounded by higher melodic giggles as they run around the kitchen, flour, eggs, and maybe even some batter exploding around them and covering them both in their valiant battle.
The pancakes burn and the smoke alarm demands a truce as they trip over themselves and each other to get the blaring referee to cease its screeching.
Dinner may be ruined and the kitchen an absolute mess.
But pizza on the floor as they watch a show they've fallen behind on, covered in flour and whatever else.. well, it's the best meal they've ever made and to both of them-
Moments like these are the true prize, one you'll never let slip through your grasp and there's a photo strip on the fridge, a reminder to make time for each other.