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They are at their favourite restaurant and Kazuha has had a few too many drinks. Cocktails cannot be trusted. He asked for another “silly juice” but Kuni got him a glass of water at the bar instead. When he walks back into his view with it, Kazuha clumsily gets up from their table to stand in front of him.
“You are very hot.”
Kuni feels his cheeks redden but tries to keep an unaffected expression. “Where’s your usual way with words, Kazuha?”
“Hot like a… fire.”
“Try again.”
“Okay, wait.” He presses his index finger to Kuni’s lips and it stays there for a full two minutes until he moves both his hands to Kuni’s shoulders and squeezes. It takes a while for him to speak again.
“You are like.” He purses his lips. “Strawberries on a windmill.”
“That makes no sense, Kazuha.” He giggles in Kuni’s neck.
“Okay, okay, I will try again. You look like— You look like rose petals in green tea.” He looks pleased. “Huh? That’s pretty good.”
“No, Kazuha.”
—
“Mister Kaedehara, here is your bill.” Kuni thanks the waitress.
“Kaedehara.” Kazuha frowns and then gasps. “That’s my name!”
“Yes, mine too.”
“No way.” His frown is back. “You’re a Kaedehara?”
“I married one.” Kazuha looks like he’s about to cry.
“I wanted to marry you. This is awful.” He lays his head on the table.
“I think you still have a chance.” Kuni pats his head.
“No. No, I cannot steal a man away from his husband, that goes against my principles.” He sighs heavily. “Lucky other Kaedehara.” Frowning again. “I thought I was the only one left.”
“Are you going to connect the dots now?” He threads his fingers through blonde hair.
“What dots?” he mumbles.
“I married a Kaedehara, you were the only Kaedehara left, who did I marry?”
“You don’t know who you married? That is quite strange.” He’s still lying with his cheek on the table.
Kuni rolls his eyes. “Kazuha, it’s you. I married you.”
He giggles in response. “That’s funny.”
He removes his hand from Kazuha’s hair because he needs both of his hands to rest his own head in them now.
“You have a mole on your hip,” he says through his fingers. Kazuha gasps and shoots up. He looks dizzy. After a lot of blinking he looks at Kuni.
“How do you know that?”
He removes his hands from his face and glares at him. “I wonder how I could possibly know that.”
“Are you some type of witch?”
“Yes. Yup, that’s it.”
Kazuha smirks. “Why were you looking at my hips?”
Kuni groans, grabs his hand and presents both their hands to him. “Look, identical rings.” Kazuha tries to focus his eyes on them. That seems to convince him.
He leans forward and whispers, “Have we kissed?”
“Yes.”
Kazuha nods thoughtfully. He leans even closer. “Have we had… you know?”
“Yes, Kazuha, we have had you know.”
“Nice.” He leans back in his chair with a smile on his face. “Can we have it tonight?”
“No.” Kazuha drops his head in disappointment. “Tomorrow, okay?” Kuni offers.
The biggest smile appears on his face. “I am excited.”
Kuni shakes his head. “I’m sure you are.”
“Can we kiss?” He looks at him with hopeful eyes.
“You can have one.”
Kazuha leans in but right before their lips touch he giggles and drops his head on the table again. “Good kiss. Thank you.”
“It really was,” Kuni replies.
—
On their very slow walk home Kazuha spends most of his time telling people they pass on the street “This is my husband!” “Isn’t he gorgeous?” “I love him so much.” “Husband, stop spinning, please. You’re not? Ah, carry on then.” “Can I have more silly juice at home?” “You’re mean.” “My husband’s so mean he forces me to drink water!” “I’m still going with him though, he said tomorrow we can have— excuse me, husband, don’t cover my mouth, I am talking.”
—
When they walk into their home Kazuha tells Kuni to, “Be quiet, Bonbon is sleeping!” he says it very loudly.
“Our bonsai, Kazuha?”
“Yes!” He shushes him.
“You remember our bonsai’s name but not mine?” He raises an eyebrow at Kazuha.
“What do you mean? You’re husband, I know this.”
—
“You are so beautiful.” He’s full on crying on their bed.
“Kazuha, please. You see me every day.”
“Can’t a husband get a little emotional over his husband’s beauty?” He crosses his arms and angrily looks to the side.
“Okay, fine, you can cry about seeing me in my pyjamas.”
“Thank you.” He sniffles.
Kuni climbs into bed next to him. Kazuha moves to cuddle closer but then stops.
“Wait, are you actually a witch?”
“No, Kazuha!”