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“Fushimi,” Sakyo walked into the kitchen area without looking up from the papers in his hands, “The prop cakes for the wedding-themed shoot this weekend…do you really need this much for them? They don’t have to be edible. You can use cheaper ingredients, take some shortcuts-“
“No,” Omi smiled as he yanked the papers out of Sakyo’s hands and promptly distracted him with a kiss. “It’s more fun if the guys can eat the cake after the shoot is over.”
“Tch,” Sakyo fixed his glasses, “They already eat well enough back at the dorm.”
“But…”
“But I suppose making the cake edible is fine,” Sakyo sighed in defeat. “Now give me my documents back. I have work to do.”
“It’s too close to dinnertime for work,” Omi smirked, boxing Sakyo in against the counter, “Stay and help me with dinner.”
“Is that a euphemism or do you want me to chop tomatoes?”
“Chopping tomatoes please,” Omi grinned. “We can do a euphemism later.”
“Later I have the work you’re currently preventing me from doing,” Sakyo grumbled, resigning himself to tomato chopping.
“We don’t have a lot of time do we…” Omi said softly, not fully intending Sakyo to hear.
“Hm?” Sakyo looked over at Omi, “We have plenty of time.”
“It’s already been four years…” Omi smiled into the pot he was stirring, “But sometimes it feels like it’s been no time at all. Some days I only see you for dinner. You’re always working. So am I. We just don’t have enough time.”
“Work comes and goes,” Sakyo shrugs, “It’s just been busier lately, and you’re always booked solid in June for weddings. We’ll have more time after this summer.”
“A honeymoon would give us a lot of time together.”
“A honeymoon-,” Sakyo almost missed a tomato and narrowly avoided chopping his fingers, “A honeymoon requires a marriage.”
“Mhm.”
“Fushimi I will not accept a proposal dropped in the middle of a conversation while making lasagna.”
“Oh but you’d accept it in another circumstance?” Omi was behind Sakyo now, practically leaning against him, dropping his head to whisper into his ear. “I can do a big, flashy one. With fireworks.”
“Are those my only two options,” Sakyo felt his face flush. He had thought Omi was joking. What he said in response was also a joke. Why did this feel serious now?
“There’s a secret third option where you propose to me and I say yes then pick you up and spin you around.”
“I see.” Sakyo was always the kind of man to call a bluff, and he wasn’t about to start now. So, he turned around and dropped to his knee. “Fushimi, will you marry me?”
His bluff called, Omi stood in stunned silence. He looked around, as though checking for hidden cameras or Summer Troupe members. There was neither.
“Well?” Sakyo smiled. Either he won by out-teasing Omi, or he was about to get a fiancé. Both were acceptable results.
“Yes,” Omi laughed, his guard falling, admitting defeat. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Then, as promised, he picked Sakyo up, spun him around, and unlike what he promised, relieved Sakyo of tomato chopping.