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"I like this, a quiet breakfast with you," Kuroo says suddenly, breaking the still silence of early morning. He sips coffee from the old, chipped mug that he's had since high school, letting it warm him up despite the chill in the air. Yaku likes to crack the kitchen window open in the mornings. Insists that the cold air keeps him awake and alert. When they first moved in together, Kuroo had complained, but now he’s quite used to it.
Yaku looks up from the eggs on the pan, eyes narrowed. A satisfied grin spreads across Kuroo’s face. Of course Yakkun was skeptical. This is their routine, it has been for the last five years.
“If you like having breakfast with me so much,” Yaku says, attention back on the pan. He scoops the eggs off the pan and plates them. They’re having an American-style breakfast today, it smells amazing, “You can get me a mug of coffee. Rude of you not to pour me some.”
Kuroo scoffs, standing up and stretching, arms above his head. His back cracks and it makes him sigh with relief. Then he takes his own coffee mug in hand, walking into the kitchen-- unable to resist resting his head on top of Yaku’s own, “Oh, Yakkun, Yakkun. You wound me. You know I have my integrity! But you’re in luck, the coffee maker just finished brewing.”
He expertly avoids a swat from Yaku’s free hand, heading over to the coffee pot. There’s a mug waiting on the counter; it’s brand new, in contrast to Kuroo’s, because their perfect ragdoll kitten Baby pushed Yaku’s old one off the counter after being denied an extra treat about a week ago.
Both are filled with coffee, Kuroo puts some creamer into his, and takes them back over to the table. Yaku had already put their plates on the table; sunny side up eggs, bacon, pancakes.
“Damn. Are you single, Yaku?” Kuroo asks, handing over Yaku’s mug.
Yaku takes an eager drink; no matter how long it’s been, Kuroo will never understand how Yaku can drink his coffee without waiting for it to cool. He sets his mug down with a contemplative hum, “I’m afraid not. Pretty committed to this guy, he’s pretty stupid but makes good coffee.”
“Ow, ouch, right through the heart Yakkun!”
"He's pretty handsome too."
"Healed me a little."
"And his hair isn't like a rooster at all."
"I'm alive again! Oh, Yakkun, you know how to make a guy feel wanted!" Kuroo exclaims, pride settling warmly in his chest when Yaku starts to laugh. What a beautiful sound to start his mornings too, truly. He really was a lucky man.
"Okay, okay, shut it down. Breakfast in mouth," Yaku says after his snickers die down. Kuroo still indulges himself by watching Yaku take his first bite and hum with satisfaction, before he starts on his own breakfast.
It was a quiet affair. Always was in their house. They didn't have much to talk about at the breakfast table, what with their days having barely begun. Soon, Kuroo will have to go and start getting ready for work, will have to change out of his comfy pajamas and leave the comfort of his and Yaku's little home. But that's alright, because it will be here when he gets back.
Yaku will be here.
They're on their last bites when Yaku reaches across the table, gently taking Kuroo’s fork from his hand and placing it on his plate. Just so he can entwine their fingers together.
“I like breakfast with you, too.”