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Megumi’s eyes reflect the sparkling lights outside their window. The kid is perched next to the glass overlooking the whole park with its light dimmed, yet still glimmering in the remnant of its previous merriness.
“Thank you for bringing us here today,” he says in a small voice, hiding his face as he persistently looks at the sceneries outside in quiet shyness. The room is silent aside from the soft water ripples coming from the bathroom, oh, he hopes Tsumiki wouldn’t fall asleep and drown in the tub due to exhaustion; so even if he speaks so softly, Satoru sure will catch his shaky words.
He rarely speaks his gratitude in direct manner like this. Yes, he says thank you and sorry over small things like any other human with good manner, but to express a big one like this, it is unlike himself. Call him shy, if you would. Or maybe there is this little pride, or maybe his disbelief and doubt mixed up in it, that keeps him from saying sappy things.
But today is a special day.
Tsumiki daydreams a lot about this place, he listened to her talking about her friends’ stories, about holidays, trips, and places they went to. And one of them, maybe it’s the age, was this theme park. And on the Spring before her Middle School starts, Satoru brought the kids to their first Disneyworld trip.
He remembers the ecstatic look on his sister when Satoru announced their mini getaway, overexcited himself because he’s a manchild like that.
(“Really? Is it really okay?” She asked with wide eyes, she couldn’t even contain the overloading happiness.
Satoru blinks, ah, maybe he should have taken them sooner, not that he didn’t want to, but he just didn’t remember, he was busy with this and that after all. “Of course! And we’ll be staying in the resort for two nights too, so Tsumiki-chan will have to help pack up some clothes for Megumi-chan too, okay?”
“I will!”)
And then he remembers getting dragged around by the two, Tsumiki and Satoru acting like they’re both the same age, shame to the older guy, to get some headbands. Tsumiki with her rose gold sequinned Minnie Mouse ears that matched her outfit for the day, and Megumi and Satoru with their own sequinned Mickey Mouse ears, both wearing the blue ones.
(“One thousand five hundred!? That’s expensive!” Megumi couldn’t help but blurt it out when Satoru forced one unto his head. Quietly, not wanting Tsumiki to hear that.
“Megumi, it’s never too expensive when it comes to you.”)
(Megumi thinks it’s bullshit, they’re not even his blood family, why would Satoru spend stupid amount of money for completely unimportant, insignificant thing like a character headband on them, on him too! He didn’t even really want it, like Tsumiki! And he’s not a cute kid either, like Tsumiki. But Satoru still did. With an everlasting grin that makes him pout.)
(He didn’t dislike it. He’s just feeling a little mushy from the attention and the way Satoru looked at him fond.)
From the grand entrance, to the beige and blue iconic castle in the middle of the park, the mascots waving their hands whenever they met them, thematic ornaments and buildings, a manmade rocky mountain, rivers, little islands, merry-go-round, roller coasters, the little boat ride with dancing puppets, the colours, the parades. Oh, the parades! He remembers them all, and he thinks he’ll remember them for a long time. How Tsumiki smiled so wide and clapped her hands with the music, how Megumi’s scream couldn’t even get out of his lips at the sudden drop of roller coaster, how Satoru whined at how his (Mickey shaped, yes) churros broke and rolled away with the wind, or the three alien-shaped mochis they shared each, even when they checked in into the hotel room decorated with Mickey and Minnie mouse ornaments, carpet fluffy and bed plush, the big window facing the entirety of the park as the familiar rhythm of Disney still playing at the back of his head. The rhythm of child-like happiness.
“As long as you’re happy,” he can feel the grin in Satoru’s words, but also sincerity. Because he knows, no matter how annoying and smug the man is, after all, only he sticks around this long, only he truly cares after them, only he comes back after every single mission with bags of souvenirs and sweets that he worries about them three, but especially Satoru himself, getting cavities.
So he puffs his cheeks, getting redder and warmer inside, and replies: “we are. I am. I’m happy.”
Tomorrow they’ll have breakfast early in the morning, after that, they will go to see the Disneysea, they say the harbour looks really beautiful at night, and then do a little more shopping in the evening, before coming back here for dinner and another good night sleep. It was fun today, it will be fun tomorrow, and he hopes that one day, they could come visit again. The three of them.
“Then, can I get a thank you kiss?”
Megumi turns just in time to see Satoru lowering his sunglasses, flashing his blue eyes, making them all big and round in act of cuteness, “come on~”
He grimaces, “ugh, stop that…”
But despite doing so, he still hops down from the window-side cushioned chair to where Satoru is leaning lazily on the couch, climbing up slightly, before planting a little kiss on his cheeks, “there—”
“Lips!”
His arm is tugged back by Satoru’s strong hold, pulling him close, manoeuvring the child’s body to sit on his abdomen, “not cheek! Lips, Megumi, come ooonnnn!” The childish man even has the audacity to pucker his lips and make obnoxious kissy sounds, looking real dumb and annoying.
But even so, Megumi’s cheeks heat up.
“You…Just this once,” he whispers, pink painting the baby fat in his face.
It’s not like he can ever say no to this man anyway. Satoru and his ridiculous acts, Satoru and his charming face, Satoru and his caring warm hands, that tend to rub circles around his limbs. Oh, Satoru and his lacking sense of propriety, isn’t he too old for this? (Or rather, isn’t Megumi too young for this?)
His movements small and his pace slow, a couple of times he stutters as if he is to go back on his words. But slowly, the boy moves closer, the hands that grip on Satoru’s sweater tremble the way his eyelashes do when his greens look down at the man’s parted lips.
He leans in and a kiss, and two kisses. Soft pair of lips caresses Satoru’s, fleeting and like feather, the latter slowly turns into a curve.
“Look at how cute you are,” he breathes out when Megumi pulls back, only to display the blotch of red in his pale skin, or the adorable way he knits his eyebrows together in shy embarrassment. Satoru couldn’t help but to raise his hand to touch the warm skin, making the boy jolts slightly, his hand’s too big he could hold little Megumi’s whole side of face, his pinkie lingers under his jaw.
“I kissed you already, now let go,” the kid huffs, but the way he averts his eyes away from Satoru dampens the bite.
And Satoru lets out a laugh, “when you’re being this cute? Come on, let me have more kissies,” he kisses his cheeks playfully, “Megumi, let me do it, just a little bit.”
But without approval, Satoru is already showering the boy with tons of them, his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, his ears, his jaws, his neck, Megumi lets out what is akin to a whine, “liar, you’re doing it every time…”
“You hate it?”
Truthfully speaking, it’s not like Megumi dislikes it, but it’s just way too embarrassing! He’s big enough, he’s ten! And Satoru still kisses him without care, oh, his growing little feelings! It’s too embarrassing that he gets all red, his palms all sweaty, his heart drumming like war call inside his chest, every touches Satoru gives burns, and he gets all warm and fuzzy. The fingers pressing against his side are too hot, the ones holding his face burn even worse, every kiss, every time he kisses close to his lips, and the knee-jerk reaction of returning back the kiss when he /does/ plant them on his lips, again and again. It’s embarrassing! It’s embarrassing that it seems like he, actually, quite like it. Not that he’d say that, ever.
“I don’t, mm, hate it,” he gasps between the contacts, body slowly melting onto Satoru’s, pliant and soft for the man.
And also, he doesn’t hate Satoru. In fact, he, gratitude aside, actually, quite like that man too. Or, perhaps, a lot. And so, he was like a little kitten pretending to be defensive when he in fact loves his little belly scratch.
“Then let me have my kisses,” the singsong tone in Satoru’s voice falters at Megumi’s adorable meekness, turning slightly into something unfamiliar, something more rushed and stiffer, but warmer, and more intimate, and pushy, and demanding like the way he pulls him impossibly close. All these kisses making Megumi’s head hazy and so he just nods to the man’s lulling touches.
It’s springtime, so it isn’t hot at all today, even if Megumi and himself haven’t taken the bath after a long day of playing, the kid still smells like honey, or is it actually the salted caramel popcorn they ate during the day? Smells nice, Satoru kisses and kisses and inhales the smell, and Megumi closes his eyes as tight as he paws Satoru’s shirt and lets him have his share. The incessant lips make its way one more time up his jaw, to his chin, the corner of his lips, a quick lick at the his bottom lips, perhaps it’ll be just as sweet; Satoru’s fingers hook at his boy’s chin and then Megumi’s head tilts to meet Satoru halfway—
“Megumi! Take a bath! It’s your turn!”
The bathroom door opens abruptly and as quick as a cat, Megumi jumps out of Satoru’s arms and into the floor he stumbles.
Tsumiki, who comes out still with towel on her hair, tilts her head in confusion and surprise, “what are you doing? Be careful.”
If it’s even possible, he now looks as red as a tomato, eyes blown as if scandalized.
“O, okay!” He runs to grab his clothes from the shared suitcase and zoomed into the bathroom.
Stupid! Be calm, heart! Be calm! That damned Satoru! Always making him all weird! Ah, why did he even have to run anyway, he did nothing wrong!
“Why is he so full of energy, I nearly fell asleep in the bath,” Tsumiki blinks.
Satoru lets out a low laugh.
“He’s just shy, I just asked him for thank you kisses,” The man rubs the white strands up away from his face, schooling his face, or heart, before placing his glasses back and sitting up straighter and faces the girl, “Tsumiki-chan too, come on, where’s my kiss?”
The girl walks up and plants one kiss on each cheeks, where his index points, and hugs the man’s neck, “there, thank you for this trip, Gojo-san!”
“Good girl, whatever that makes you two happy,” he coos, pinching Tsumiki’s chin playfully. And he means it. He wants to make these two kids happy, both Megumi and his sister.
Tsumiki grins adorably.
“Ah, Gojo-san too, go ahead and take a bath with Megumi. We need to hurry and sleep, we have a long day tomorrow, don’t we?”
Satoru blinks at her, before grinning wide. “Good idea,” he hops around to the bathroom, like an oversized dog, “Megumi-chan, I’m here to join you~”
(Tsumiki might or might not hear her brother’s exasperated groan.)