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He got up first, looking at his husband—or rather, boyfriend, significant other, whoever he was—who was still curling up in bed. Too bad, Japan didn’t recognize same-sex marriage yet, but he was still the love of his life. Someone who was dear to him and he would do anything to keep their relationship, and he knew he wasn’t the only one who wanted this. It was all mutual, hence here he was, madly in love with his husband.
The morning wasn’t necessarily quiet, but it was peaceful. After their big fight some time ago, they finally had peace. Now that a new business was still in progress, they had time for themselves, enjoying the day like a regular citizen and sleeping through the night—which wasn’t usual for them who work at night. It was nice and he liked it.
Starting up with brewing coffee with their coffee machine, he then prepared to make breakfast. Nothing more delightful than a typical traditional Japanese breakfast. As he turned on the rice cooker, he started to make every single side dish that they would need. Miso soup, tamagoyaki, and grilled mackerel sound so good in his mind, maybe also with an umeboshi.
As he flipped the egg in the pan, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and he could feel a chin resting on his shoulder. “Good morning.” A soft voice with a gruff greeted his ear, along with a soft kiss on his cheek. “Why don’t you wake me up? I could help you in the kitchen.”
He chuckled as he said, “Oh, Dear, I just want you to have a little more sleep. Was I wrong?” His question came with a humorous tone as he kissed him back on the cheek. “Please, sit down,” he added, “breakfast is almost ready.” He seemed like he didn’t need any help.
“Koo, Sweety, come on, I can help you,” he whined and Koo, while pouring the rest of the egg and flipped it, just chuckled. Seeing how his husband didn’t need him around, he begrudgingly agreed to sit down. His eyes followed Koo around the kitchen. Doesn’t he look majestic? Of course he does.
He glanced at his husband, to his disheveled platinum blonde hair to be exact. “Haven’t you combed your hair?” he asked. “Also, stop looking at me like that,” he chided, although it was followed by a soft chuckle. He kept his hands busy, glancing over his husband occasionally with a faint smile.
Upon hearing the chide, Rocky couldn’t help but snicker. “Well, you look … pretty,” he admitted as he brushed hair with his hand. He got a pretty bad bed head, since he bleached his hair, and it was crispy—in those SMG boys’ words. “Can’t I look at the most beautiful person in the world who happens to be the love of my life?” he asked playfully.
“Oh, shut up!” he raised his voice, trying to sound angry, which failed badly. “You could be the most handsome man in the world,” he struck back, “if not of that dried drool.”
“What!?”
“Wash your face, Dear,” he then added. He couldn’t hold back his laughter. “Come on, it’s time for breakfast.” His voice was shaky due to him trying his best to suppress his laughter. It made Rocky get up almost immediately to wash his face.
While waiting for Rocky to come back, he set the table for them. Carefully, he put down the fresh steamed rice along with the side dish he freshly cooked. Everything looked pretty and delicious. Right after he took his seat, Rocky came back to the dining room, giving him a pretty needed kiss on top of his head.
He looked better, with a fresher-looking face and properly combed hair. “Thank you for cooking, Sweetheart,” he said after the kiss. He took the seat across from Koo and picked up his chopsticks. “As always, so good,” he praised Koo as he took bites by bites with a happy smile.
Koo couldn’t help but smile back. It was nice to have Rocky compliment him, the more he listened to it, the more he fell in love with this man in front of him. “Slow down, you might choke,” he reminded Rocky.
“Right,” Rocky replied, “thank you, Love.”
It was nice to be wrapped in their tranquil lives, far from fights that usually happened in the area. A nice morning, serene and all, that they barely had before, now in their own hands. Nothing was even nicer than spending the time with the love of their life, to be with each other and no one else—as if the world was theirs and theirs only. It wasn’t a flowery path others would expect, but it was their only path; a heaven they’d like to live together for the rest of their lives