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Hizashi always loved getting to drag his boyfriend to different events. He did it all through high school, college, and the early days of their careers. While Shota loved to gripe about being taken out, the blonde knew deep down that the other loved it. He keeps their fingers laced together as they venture through public transit to the pumpkin patch. He couldn’t help but gently rub his thumb over Shota’s hand, a fidget for the blonde. Shota was pliant to the motion of the train, swaying gently with it, but not hitting anyone else that was standing. To Hizashi, it felt like they were on the train for ages, all the bodies of their fellow passengers stifling him. As soon as their stop arrived, Hizashi yanked Shota off and took a large breath of the chilly air.
“Finally.” is all Hizashi can think to say.
Shota laughs in response, “That’s what you get for pulling us onto the train right after class.”
The raven-haired man gently flicks Hizashi’s forehead, which makes him frown.
“We had to get here on time! Before everything was snatched up by others!” Hizashi explains, almost frantic as he begins walking.
“Zashi, you’re over reacting. Everything in fine. There will still be pumpkins and vendors when we arrive.”
Hizashi takes another deep breath at the words and throws a smile over his shoulder.
“You always know just what to say to make me feel better.”
“That’s just what happens when you’ve got a leech. You learn everything about them.”
Hizashi laughs and shakes his head. “I am not a leech!”
“You are, Zashi.”
“Fine, I’m a leech. But you love it.” Shota blushes, but nods. “And you love me.”
Shota rolls his eyes, “I wouldn’t still be with you if I didn’t.”
Hizashi nods in agreement and squeezes Shota’s hand tightly. It doesn’t take long for them to walk the rest of the way to the pumpkin patch, voices and sounds filling the air. Hizashi sighs, he was way too eager to enjoy some Autumn food and get a few pumpkin’s to cook with. Hizashi marches in, paying admissions for the two of them before sliding over to the pumpkins.
“Help me pick a few out. I want to cook the seeds, but also make some pumpkin soup to send to Hitoshi in university and pumpkin pie for when Eri gets done with her sleepover.” Hizashi explains to Shota.
“Your such a good dad,” Shota whispers, releasing Hizashi’s hand to step away.
“Dad? You’re their dad, Shota. I’m just Uncle Zashi.” Hizashi says softly. While he’d been there from the beginning, his name wasn’t on any of the adoption records.
“I have literally never heard either of the kids call you that. It’s always been Papa Zashi. And, since you’ve been dating me since I adopted Hitoshi, you’re basically their other parent. You do all the parental things.”
Hizashi gulps, but nods. He wouldn’t argue the logistics because Shota did have a point. He brushes off the complex feelings he had and returns his focus to the pumpkins. Together, Shota and Hizashi decide on two medium sized pumpkins and a small one in case Eri wanted to make her own pie. They place the pumpkins in the reservation area and pay to have little tags placed on them. Shota once more laces his fingers with Hizashi. They were cold to the touch, making Hizashi frown.
“Let’s go buy some cider and look around at all the vendors.” Hizashi suggests, using his free hand to unwrap his own scarf to place around Shota’s neck.
He hated how underdressed the man was for the season. It wasn’t snowing yet, but it was definitely colder than chilly, especially when the sun set. Shota nods and wraps the scarf up the way he wanted and follows silently to the cider. They get two cups, which they release each other for, cupping their hands around the paper to warm up. Hizashi sips as they continue their walk, buying two loafs of lavender bread when they pass a vendor that let them have a free sample. They look over shiny rocks, homemade crochet animals and blankets, homemade keychains, and a few other food vendors. Shota helps to keep Hizashi from spending his entire bank account in the field, nudging him gently anytime the blonde reached into his pocket. Hizashi would pout at Shota, to which the other man would make a great show of rolling his eyes and pecking somewhere on the man’s face. Satisfied with Shota’s apology kiss, they’d head off to another vendor, surprisingly only leaving with a small bag of vendor items and their three pumpkins. The walk to the train station was peaceful, the stars shining down at them rather than the streetlights that plagued the area in front of their shared home.
“We should get married,” Shota says suddenly, surprising Hizashi into almost dropping the two pumpkins.
Shota is quick to stabilize them, raising a brow at Hizashi, who gulps.
“You want to marry me?”
“Yeah. I was going to ask a while ago, but then Hitoshi dropped into our lives and it felt like too much. Then I was going to ask just before Eri found us, and again it felt like too much. I don’t see me adopting any more kids, so it seems like the right time for us to finally get married.”
Hizashi was nodding along silently.
“Besides, it’s not like we’ve been living like we weren’t married this entire time. We’ve shared a bed and a home since Freshmen year of university. So, let’s just make it official and sign the wedding papers and the adoption papers.”
“Didn’t you just say you weren’t adopting more kids?” Hizashi asks in a confused whisper.
“I’m not. You’re adopting Eri and Hitoshi. You can technically do that until they’re 22.” Shota explains.
“Yes, then. Let’s have a courthouse wedding and get my name on their paperwork.”
The rest of the walk to the train was filled with Hizashi’s chatter, excitement oozing from him.