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It was a tranquil morning.
The skies were clear, and the birds seemed to be in a happy mood themselves—merrily chirping.
It was still dark when Soushirou had started his day. As a routine, he descends from his apartment on the second floor to work on pastries for his bakery. It was a place that he had proudly built up himself over the years. Situated in the lively streets of Tachikawa, lies Soushirou's small bakery called Blanc: a minimalistic white and rustic themed store with a pastry display case upfront, which exhibits his freshly made baked goods.
Soushirou propels the store's front shutters upwards, setting the chairs and tables as well as putting up an advertisement sign and the menu board. He then proceeds to clean the place, making sure that it was spotless, before heading to the back where he disinfects himself and he wears a clean apron over his long sleeved turtleneck.
A delightful aroma fills the air as Soushirou brings his freshly baked pastries towards its respective display case. Not a minute after he finishes, he sees a tall figure who's approaching his store and a smile instantly makes its way to Hoshina's face.
"Ah Soushirou, it seems that I came right on time."
"Hasegawa-san." Soushirou greets his neighbor with a bow. "Good morning, what can I get for ya?"
"Dorayaki." Hasegawa replies, handing over the payment. "The kids love it."
"Is that so?" Soushirou beams, punching the order into the cash register and Hasegawa's chuckling, taking his change.
"They seem to favor your pastries over other bakeries too."
"My, what an honor to hear that."
Soushirou's heart warms at the comment, and he packs Hasegawa's order with care, slipping an extra dorayaki in.
"Thank you for your purchase Hasegawa-san. I'm truly grateful."
Hasegawa nods in acknowledgement as he takes the paper bag that's being handed to him.
"Have a nice day, Soushirou."
Soushirou bows, watching Hasegawa walk away—when he suddenly feels a strong arm wrap around his stomach, and a heated body presses up on his back. A soft, familiar vanilla scent fills the space and Soushirou is quick to recover, relaxing against the hold.
"Mornin' Gen."
"Morning." Comes a gruff reply, voice scratchy from sleep, and Soushirou feels another arm enclosing around him, pulling him even closer to Gen's body.
Soushirou sighs contentedly at the gesture and Gen buries his face into Soushirou's neck. Soushirou reaches back to pat Gen's hair, tittering fondly.
"What do ya want for breakfast?"
Gen's head shifts, and Soushirou stifles a surprised gasp when Gen plants a soft kiss behind his ear, followed by a low whisper.
"You."
"Gen." Soushirou halfheartedly scolds, "Ya already had me for dinner."
"So what?" Gen murmurs, nibbling on the shell of Soushirou's ear. "I'm craving you for breakfast, lunch and dinner, Soushirou."
Soushirou's knees nearly give out, his cheek undoubtedly flushed pink, but he collects himself as he spots an incoming customer from afar.
"Someone's approachin', Gen."
Gen makes a noise of complaint, but nonetheless, he peels himself off of Soushirou.
"Fine."
"Good boy." Soushirou croons, twisting around and pressing a soft kiss on Gen's lips as a reward, earning a satisfied look from his boyfriend.
"Wanna head out for dinner tonight?" Gen asks, fondly gazing over Soushirou, and Soushirou arches a brow, a teasing smile on his lips.
"Is it a date?"
Gen rolls his eyes, snickering before flashing Soushirou a charming grin.
"It's always a date."
It's past seven pm when Soushirou makes it out of the bathroom, opting to freshen up after a whole day of serving customers. He settles on wearing Gen's comfortable black sweatshirt over a simple white shirt, pairing it with dark, baggy pants and sneakers.
Soushirou then leaves the room and walks into the space that they had built as an office, where his full-time gamer boyfriend is currently streaming a game to his viewers. Soushirou stands under the doorframe, pleased to see that Gen is already dressed.
"Chat I'm so close to beating this boss! Fucking watch me." Gen shouts.
Soushirou saunters inside, well aware that he's showing up in Gen's stream, and he's also sure that Gen had seen him enter, but he knows that Gen doesn't really mind.
Gen's eyes are glued on the screen where he's currently fighting a monster from a game that Soushirou unfortunately cannot recall. Gen's gaze stays on the game and his finger remains on his controller, mashing its buttons as Soushirou pulls his gaming chair back to make some space between Gen and his desk.
Wordlessly, Soushirou maneuvers himself over Narumi's lap and he mounts him, arms wrapping around his shoulder as he sinks his face into Gen's collarbone. Gen's live viewers who's already used to the antics, barely bats an eye to the display of affection.
@iwatchlosergamers: Hi Hoshina
@NarumisTwoTonedHair: thanks for the reminder that we're miserably single 💛
@ihavetotouchgrass: me and WHO
However, to the audience's surprise, Gen pauses the game, and puts his controller down on his desk. Gen tinkers around, and the game disappears on his stream's interface.
"Boyfriend comes first, so I’m gonna end the stream now. Thanks for watching."
Gen quickly ends the stream and enters a shortcut to turn his computer off. Gen then wraps his arms around Soushirou's waist, his thumb easing small circles on his lower back as he nuzzles his nose into Soushirou's freshly washed hair.
"You smell good." Gen whispers, and Soushirou hums in response, sitting up straight to face Gen. "Have you closed the store?"
"Mm." Soushirou nods, and Gen reaches up, gently cupping Soushirou's cheek to pull him in.
Soushirou welcomes Gen without hesitation, their lips molding together for a tender kiss. Butterflies fill Soushirou's stomach and he parts his mouth, letting Gen take control. Gen deepens the kiss and Soushirou's fingers slide into Gen's hair whereas Gen's slips under Soushirou's shirt, resting on his bare sides.
Soushirou quietly moans at the contact, resting his forehead against Gen's and he whispers between the kiss.
"We should get going."
Gen's darkened crimson eyes stare up at him, his strong hands twitching from where it presses against Soushirou's heated skin.
"Why should we?"
"Cause it feels like you're havin' me for dinner already."
"Don't see anything wrong with that."Gen grunts, nibbling on Soushirou's bottom lip and he smirks when he feels Soushirou shiver.
"Such a menace." Soushirou playfully bemoans, tugging on Gen's hair and Narumi hisses.
"If you continue doing that, we're not going out of this room tonight."
"Look at you bein' honest with your intentions." Soushirou laughs and Gen only rolls his eyes in response.
Soushirou pecks Gen’s lips once more and withdraws his hand, lovingly caressing Gen's cheek.
"For real now, let's go."
Gen sighs and leans to his touch, his own hand reaching up to grab Soushirou's and Gen presses a gentle kiss on his wrist, eyes warmly gazing up at his lover.
"I love you, Soushirou."
Soushirou, taken aback, blushes furiously and he laughs, lacing their fingers together and he gives Gen hand a comforting squeeze.
"I love you too, Gen."