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not for the first time today, fuwa wishes internally that he'd succumbed to his half-asleep impulses and stayed in bed with his boyfriend. there’s a million other places he’d rather be right now if he’s honest, with how this day is turning out; the mall was already boring enough in fuwa’s eyes, but being left alone to carry everyone else’s stuff while they pair off on dates together is not exactly his idea of a fun outing. it’s not that he minds being the one to carry everyone’s bags- really, it’s not, he's more than happy to do it. the problem is, well-
everyone else is with their partner. fuwa is not.
his partner was still asleep when he left to meet with their friends this morning, having been awake late into the night reading over manuscripts and other research necessary for his newest study. fuwa had told everyone that they were both coming (in vaguer terms, not mentioning kaida by name simply because it slipped his mind, and because he feels like the word partner is explanation enough), but arriving alone and having to watch his friends be cute with each other was starting to give him a headache. all he wants right now is to be carrying things around with kaida (extra emphasis on with, because kaida haru is nothing if not kind and helpful), instead of by himself.
it doesn’t help that every person who drops him a bag reminds him that he’s by himself. kuzuha will waltz up to wherever he’s sitting and drop a bag in his lap as kanae appears behind him, amused, and asks when his partner would be arriving. fushimi and kenmochi will appear side-by-side, with fushimi thanking fuwa politely for taking care of their bags and checking up on him. kenmochi sends him knowing smirks and kicks the side of his foot (to which fuwa kicks back and tells him to fuck off). kaede and tsukino are the most persistent, coming by most frequently (and often without bags, fuwa notes in amusement) to pester him about kaida.
“is she pretty, fuwa-san?” tsukino asks, handing him a crepe he requested in exchange for carrying their bags specifically. he’s still waiting on a smoothie from kuzuha, but the bastard has been gone for over thirty minutes.
“i think he is.” he says casually, wondering why she referred to kaida with the incorrect pronouns and was talking about him like they’ve never met as he takes a picture of the pastry- a slip of the tongue, maybe. he sends it to his likely still sleeping boyfriend with a “want me to save some?” before taking a bite. “he has a very natural beauty to him.” he tacks on thoughtfully through a mouthful of crepe.
he hears the girls titter excitedly at his words, exchanging furious whispers as fuwa thinks about how much kaida would appreciate the amount of banana in the pastry. he settles himself in for more questions, taking slow bites of his snack as he scrolls through his phone and answers the girls’ questions on autopilot for the most part.
a message notification appears at the top of his screen after what feels like twenty minutes of straight questioning, breaking him out of his scrolling. he tunes out the girls’ voices as he sits up a little and when he opens it, he sees kaida has finally responded to his frankly incoherent updates (consisting mostly of “i miss you” texts).
looks good, but i’ll buy my own. be there in thirty minutes!
he sends a cute kaomoji and a heart in his next message, and fuwa presses his wrist to his mouth to cover up the syrupy sweet smile he knows has bloomed on his face. after clicking his phone’s power button, he realises the girls have stopped talking and turns to them, confused. both of them are looking at him in awe, and he shakes his head, looking away as heat rushes to his face.
“don’t start.” he mutters, but the girls clearly aren’t listening as they start to whisper to each other furiously again. he leans back on the bench, pushing the last of the crepe into his mouth before tilting his head back with a sigh.
30 minutes. he thinks as he chews. just 30 more minutes.
-
when kaida arrives, the first thing he does is lean down and press a kiss to the corner of fuwa’s mouth. it’s the researcher’s preferred way to greet him, the host has found, and he often includes a brush of his nose against fuwa’s too. it’s cute, and fuwa has yet to find a reason to complain about it.
the girls had left ten minutes before (to go gossip about them, fuwa’s sure) so they’re alone when kaida does actually find him after traversing the mall’s several floors. he’s dressed in his favorite winter outfit, with that white turtleneck fuwa likes to nick from his closet on lazy days spent inside. fuwa hums happily in greeting after the kiss, before sniffing the air between them.
“did you use my shampoo?” he asks, and kaida shrugs at him with a smile full of feigned innocence.
“i ran out of mine the other day, and you left yours in the shower.” he eyes the green sweater fuwa’s wearing, and the host knows he’s been found out. “is that mine?”
“perchance.” fuwa says, laughing quietly to himself when kaida pushes at his shoulder with a “you can’t just say perchance!”. they bicker back and forth like that, kaida leaning down over him and fuwa sitting up to be closer to kaida’s face. the purple scarf kaida has on (‘aw, did you want to match? so cute, haru-kun~’ ‘i’ll kill you, seriously.’) brushes fuwa’s shoulder, but he doesn’t mind- not when kaida’s so close to him.
“kaida-kun? what are you doing here?”
fuwa looks over to see that kanae and kuzuha have finally returned from who knows where, both of them holding two bags each and kuzuha with a smoothie in his free hand. kaida bows to the both of them in greeting, kanae bowing back and kuzuha lifting a hand lazily.
“sorry for being late, i was up late last night working.” kaida replies brightly, though he tilts his head to the side like puppy afterwards. “fuwa-san told you guys i was coming, right?”
kanae is quiet for a moment, but fuwa watches curiously as realization slowly dawns in his eyes (about what, he’s a little unsure). he nods before clapping his hands together, shooting a look at kuzuha when the vampire opens his mouth to say something.
“well, i’m glad you could make it.” there’s something like amusement underlining kanae’s words, but fuwa pays no mind to it when he sees kaida light up. “we’ve been waiting for fuwacchi’s partner to arrive for a while now, actually.”
an amused smile spreads on kanae’s face when he says the word “partner”, but he merely shakes his head when fuwa shoots him a questioning glance. as the brunet turns away to whisper to kuzuha, fuwa feels his headache coming back.
this is going to be a much longer day than he wants it to be.
—
with newfound energy and half of the bags he was hauling around previously (even less really, as kuzuha had taken their bags back from fuwa and instead given them to kanae, who in turn performed some kind of magic trick and consolidated everything into just two bags), fuwa insists on having lunch. kanae agrees, insisting that they should eat together. the other two shrug at the suggestion, clearly not opposed to simply following them around.
as they walk to the food court, fuwa lets kaida chatter to him excitedly about the research project that had kept him up the night before. he won’t claim to understand the full depth of the research his boyfriend does, but he does like listening to kaida’s voice so it’s enjoyable for him regardless. behind him, fuwa can hear their friends whispering, but he’s far too absorbed in kaida’s sunny smile and excited tone to care all that much. the smoothie fuwa made kuzuha buy for him is shared between the two of them, a mixed berry blend that the host finds he enjoys.
the group ends up splitting off with their respective partners once they get to the food court, all of them craving something different. kanae more so drags kuzuha away than anything, but fuwa and kaida simply shrug at each other before wandering in a random direction together. fuwa and kaida end up getting burgers from a place they’ve never tried before, and agree to get two different ones. they decide to split them in half so they can both try each kind (and of course requesting no tomatoes on both). after receiving their food, they scan the area for their two friends, kaida spotting them at a table in the middle of the food court thanks to his height.
as they settle into the chairs across from the other two, kanae asks kaida about the work he’d mentioned when they met up. kaida brightens, immediately launching into another explanation similar to the one he’d given fuwa earlier. as he speaks his hands work automatically, pushing his and fuwa’s trays together and stealing fuwa’s portion of fries to mix with his own for them to share. as fuwa’s unwrapping his burger, he hears kaida’s voice falter with an “ah, damn.” for a moment in the middle of his chattering. wordlessly, he takes an extra napkin and holds it out to kaida, who transfers over the offending tomato slice without breaking his flow a second time. placing it to the side to eat later, he nudges kaida with his leg to remind him to eat while he talks before taking a bite of his burger.
feeling eyes on him, fuwa looks across the table to see kuzuha staring at him with an incredulous look on his face. fuwa cocks his head at him in confusion before hesitantly offering up his burger, but the vampire only shakes his head, eyes going back down to his own food.
the rest of lunch passes smoothly, kaida happily talking about his research and taking any lighthearted jabs from kuzuha in stride. fuwa is happy to sit there, eating and listening. he’s far more interested in actually making sure kaida’s eating than contributing to the conversation anyway, going as far as to offer the chattering researcher a few fries directly several times. as they’re throwing away their trash, fuwa spots the place where tsukino had bought his crepe from a few feet away.
“haru-kun.” he nudges kaida’s arm; kaida excuses himself from his conversation with the other two before immediately turning to look at him, face endearingly attentive. fuwa points to the crepe place, watching fondly as his boyfriend’s expression morphs into one of excitement. in the corner of his eye, he seems kanae and kuzuha exchange glances, but doesn’t get the chance to think much about it as kaida takes his hand and pulls him towards the shop. he tries valiantly to pay for his boyfriend’s crepe, but is shot down before he can even attempt to pull his wallet out. kaida takes a bite before they even leave the little store, and fuwa notices a bit of whipped cream is left on his face when he moves the pastry away from his mouth.
“haru-kun, you have cream on your cheek.”
kaida doesn’t even bother attempting to wipe it away himself, leaning down obediently without a word and letting fuwa swipe at his face with his thumb. fuwa pulls an extra napkin out of his pocket and wipes his hands, but when he looks back at kaida, he’s offering the crepe out to him. he’s not looking at fuwa directly, instead scanning the area for where their friends went, but his consideration makes something in fuwa’s chest warm as he leans in and takes a bite.
-
“you know, in hindsight this really isn’t that surprising.” kuzuha says from beside him as the four of them walk towards somewhere (fuwa hadn’t been listening to whatever kaida and kanae were discussing- something about skincare, he thinks). he looks over at kuzuha, brows scrunching in confusion.
“what isn’t?” he asks, glancing ahead at kaida when he hears him laugh. the researcher is gesturing with his hands as he talks, a bright smile on his face as he tells kanae about who knows what. despite his gesticulating, he’s still careful of his half eaten crepe- something fuwa finds endearing. it makes a small smile pull at the corners of his mouth. kuzuha’s hand clapping on his shoulder startles him, and he looks back at the vampire in confusion.
“nothing.” the vampire says, too conspiratorially to be convincing. there’s a knowing look in his eyes, and fuwa has never felt so lost while talking to him before. “nothing at all.”
—
as kaida and kanae are purchasing their items from a beauty store (some kind of cleanser or something- fuwa had asked kuzuha if he knew what they were getting while they waited outside together), fuwa gets a text from kenmochi.
is he here yet? we’re supposed to look for new practice clothes and shoes, remember?
fuwa winces a little at the reminder. their work is never finished when it comes to rof-mao- he’d forgotten that part of the reason he’d agreed to coming along to the mall in the first place is because kagami had asked them to look for a new “uniform” of sorts for their dance practices. as kanae and kaida step out of the beauty store, fuwa explains that he and kaida have to go meet with kenmochi and they bid the two farewell. as they walk to the store they’re supposed to meet their other friends in front of, kaida takes his hand and swings it aimlessly between them as he finishes his crepe.
fushimi seems incredibly surprised to see kaida as they approach him and kenmochi in front of a shoe store. kenmochi on the other hand simply shakes his head in what fuwa can only describe as mild disgust at their joined hands.
“oi, i can see you, you know.” kaida calls out to their friend, whose response is to pretend he can’t hear him and look up at the glass ceiling like it’s suddenly become very interesting. kaida makes a jumbled noise of faux anger, and fuwa stifles a laugh into the back of his free hand.
“kaida-san! i didn’t know you were coming.” fushimi says, and kaida makes the same confused puppy expression as before at his words.
“kanae-san said the same! did fuwa not tell you i was coming? he said that he did.” he sounds genuinely lost, even a little sad, and fuwa squeezes his hand.
“i did! i did tell them, i swear i did.” he reassures, shooting a pointed glance at the two, confused about why they would lie. he did tell them kaida was coming- why was everyone so surprised by his presence? fushimi looks just as lost as kaida, while kenmochi looks not dissimilar to a picture of an old dog in the sun fuwa’s seen going around on social media.
“did you? i just remember fuwa telling us that his partner-“
a swift kick to the calf cuts off whatever fushimi was going to say, turning his response into a yelp. he turns to the purple haired assailant to whine, but kenmochi only shakes his head before looking between fuwa and kaida pointedly. after looking between the three for a few moments, the same realisation fuwa had seen in kanae’s eyes dawns in fushimi’s.
“oh. oh!! that… makes so much more sense, actually.” fushimi nods rapidly, and while fuwa would love to know what he’s talking about, kenmochi doesn’t give anything more than a shrug when he looks his way.
‘oh well. can’t be that important,’ fuwa decides as he watches fushimi assure kaida that he did, in fact, tell them that kaida was coming to their outing. he’s just glad his boyfriend doesn’t look so put out anymore.
fushimi ushers them inside the store soon after, insisting that they not waste time looking for shoes since it would be the most difficult part. how he knows that, fuwa isn’t sure, but he’s proven right as he watches kenmochi and kaida bicker quietly about two different pairs. fushimi stands next to him as they watch them argue. heads swivelling back and forth as they look between the two every time one of them starts speaking.
“congrats, by the way.” fushimi says casually as he watches fuwa try on a pair of shoes for his own personal use; the other two’s argument didn't seem to be going anywhere, so fuwa was using the time to look for new everyday use shoes of his own. he makes a questioning noise in response, looking away from tying his right shoe to look up at him. fushimi tilts his head in return when their eyes meet. “on getting together with kaida-san?”
“ah, yeah. thanks man.” fuwa finishes tying the knot before leaning back on his hands to stretch his leg out, flexing his foot gingerly to see how the shoe fits. it’s nice, not too tight, but enough to feel comfortable. “i thought you knew though? haru-kun and i have been together for like six months.”
his response is met with prolonged silence, one fuwa doesn’t notice until he’s finished putting the other shoe on and standing up to walk around in them. he looks back at fushimi, who’s staring at him with a bewildered expression- one not too dissimilar to the kuzuha’d given him in the food court.
“y… yeah man. i just uh-“ fushimi looks away, expression still baffled. “it slipped my mind. sorry about that.”
fuwa shrugs. he doesn’t really care if he’s completely honest- aside from being a more private person thanks to hosting, no one had said anything about it when they’d gotten together in the first place besides the other half of rof-mao and their managers. however, nothing about their dynamic had really changed anyways, so he’d figured it simply wasn’t something worth commenting on. regardless, fuwa hadn’t felt the need to tell anyone directly without prompting- he doesn’t feel the need to “prove” anything to anyone, especially not how he feels about kaida haru.
their talk is interrupted by the other two walking over, both wearing different pairs of shoes. kenmochi looks incredibly pleased while kaida looks a little annoyed.
“shachou told us to just buy both kinds and we’d match in pairs.” kaida sighs, before looking hopefully at fuwa, gaze filled with the unspoken question. rolling his eyes good naturedly, fuwa only nods, smiling softly in response when kaida smiles at him happily. he hears kenmochi fake gagging next to them, and shoots him a look over his shoulder.
once they finish purchasing the shoes, the four of them make their way towards a different store for their clothing. everyone in rof-mao has different preferences for shirts, so they agree on only getting pants for now. the problem here lies in kaida’s abnormally long legs; it takes him forever to find jeans, and sweatpants are no exception. most of the time spent in the store is waiting for kaida to find pants that fit in the first place, with kenmochi and fushimi wandering off together to go look at other clothes. fuwa on the other hand waits patiently by the dressing room, eyes roaming around the large space without anything in particular standing out to him. he listens as kaida curses his way through a few pairs of pants, picking up bits of his mumbled commentary here and there (“no, that’s too short.” “ah, these are too short as well. tight in the wrong places, too.”). eventually, he pokes his head out of the curtain.
“fuwa-san, is the attendant around? i want to see if they have these in the same size, but with a longer inseam.” kaida shows him one of the many pairs he’d taken into the room, and fuwa looks around for the woman who’d helped kaida when he first asked to use a dressing room.
“i don’t see her around, but stay here.” he says, taking the pair from kaida. he looks down at the pants, and then around the store, spotting the section kaida’d found them in on an adjacent wall. “i’ll go see if they have anything. just say you can’t decide between pants if she comes back and checks on you.”
though he looks apprehensive, kaida nods slowly. after looking around one more time, fuwa leans in and presses a chaste kiss to kaida’s mouth. his boyfriend makes a strange noise in response, but fuwa’s already pulling away before he can properly react.
“just relax, haru-kun. i’ll be back in a second.” fuwa says, before striding away a little quicker than he usually would. he knows if he’d stayed a second longer kaida would’ve whisper scolded him until the attendant came back, so walking away was as much for him as it was for kaida.
he finds fushimi browsing through pants in the same section, idly flipping through jeans on a rack. fuwa nods at him as he passes by, beelining for the activewear and is flipping through the sweatpants kaida requested when fushimi steps up beside him.
“are those the pants kaida-san wants?” the sandy-haired man asks, and fuwa nods as he continues to look. it seems like there isn’t anything in the same size with a longer inseam, but fuwa isn’t too worried about it if he’s honest. kaida’s constantly getting his pants hemmed for length and he’s sure the company will compensate him for it like usual. work expenses and all that, he supposes. “the attendant wasn’t there?” fushimi continues, and fuwa shakes his head.
“she left to go help someone else i think, and i was there anyways.” he lays the original pants over his forearm before turning towards his friend with a shrug. “besides, i’m happy to do it if it’s for haru-kun.”
fushimi hums in response, nodding as he laughs goodnaturedly. fuwa tilts his head, curious, but is waved off.
“it’s nothing. i just remembered something toya-kun told me earlier.” fushimi nods again, smiling at fuwa. “you guys are just kind of obvious, that’s all.”
“in what way?” fuwa asks cautiously as he makes his way back towards the dressing room. fushimi follows him, shaking his head.
“it’s not a bad thing. it’s just… obvious, that you guys are together. but only if you take the time to look.”
fushimi’s reply does nothing to help fuwa’s confusion (did people think they were still just friends? it’s not like it was a secret.) but he has no time to think further about it as he reaches the dressing room. fuwa sneakily slips the pants back to kaida and whispers to him that he couldn’t find anything with a longer inseam. he muffles a laugh as he hears kaida sigh before going back to his previous spot to wait for his boyfriend to finish changing back into his own clothes. fushimi sends him a knowing look from where he’s standing nearby with kenmochi, and fuwa pretends he doesn’t see it.
—
once finished with their purchases (fuwa is glad his friends aren’t rude and took their respective bags when they met up), it’s close to dinner time. fuwa’s phone buzzes with a notification from kanae, asking them to meet with him and the rest of their group a few blocks away at a restaurant. fuwa shows the notification to kaida, who reads it with interest.
“did you want to go? we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he knows that kaida isn’t exactly an all day outing sort of person, and convincing him to spend a rare day off walking around a mall had already been a bit difficult. fuwa himself isn’t opposed to going home either, even feeling a little exhausted from the day, but is surprised when kaida nods.
“we might as well. i finished the leftovers we had in the fridge sometime in the early morning before i went to bed.” he shrugs at the look on fuwa’s face. “i want to say hello to deron-san and iinchou too. we still have a couple of their bags, you know.”
fuwa almost wants to argue that kenmochi and fushimi would be just fine taking the two girls’ bags to them, but the thought of having dinner from the konbini when he could have a warm meal with his friends is enough to convince him otherwise. the four of them set off together, with fushimi and kenmochi walking ahead of kaida and fuwa as they make their way towards the address kanae sent. never one for public displays in more open settings, fuwa links his and kaida’s pinkies together instead of the hand holding they’d done in the mall. kaida doesn’t mind, if the way he moves the bags in that hand to the other one to make fuwa more comfortable is any indication.
when the four of them arrive, the other half of the group is waiting outside of the restaurant for them. at first, the other four don’t see kaida, the two of them a little too far behind fushimi and kenmochi to be noticed, but kanae waving at them catches the girls’ attention. kaida lets go of fuwa’s pinky before they reach the rest of the group, moving towards them in particular so he can properly greet them. from afar, fuwa can tell they’re both pleasantly surprised to see him, happily exchanging pleasantries.
as the eight of them walk in together, fuwa can hear the girls’ tones go from surprised, to confused, to shocked behind him. the ambient noise of the restaurant drowns out the specifics of whatever they’re saying, but he watches as kaida’s expression morphs into one of understanding, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape. when their eyes meet, kaida only smiles at him and shakes his head, but it leaves fuwa wondering about what they could be talking about.
luckily, he doesn’t have to wait very long to find out. after everyone orders their drinks and meals, kaede places her hands on the table, catching everyone’s attention. everyone looks over at her, but she’s looking directly at fuwa, which, if he’s honest, makes him a little nervous.
“so, fuwacchi, kaida-san.” she says, looking between them. fuwa glances to the side at kaida, who does not look nearly as nervous as he thought he would. “were you ever going to tell us that you guys started dating, or was everyone just supposed to find out on their own?”
fuwa stares at her. kaede stares back, unmoving and undeterred by his gaze. he searches her face, expecting to see a hint somewhere that she’s joking. when he doesn’t, he sits back in his chair, confused.
“... you guys didn’t know?” his confusion only grows when everyone sans kaida shakes their head with varying levels of amusement. “who did you think i was talking about when we made the plans?”
“a girl or something man, we don’t know.” kuzuha, despite sounding serious, has his amusement showing on his face, very clear in his eyes. ”you said your partner was coming when we made the plans, but you never specified who it was. we didn’t know you were talking about kaida, dumbass.” he says, propping his elbow up on the table and leaning his cheek into his hand. “nobody knew you two were even dating.”
“i thought you guys had been a thing for a while, actually, but i didn’t want to pry.” tsukino pipes up from kaede’s side, the gray-haired woman nodding along in agreement. fuwa shakes his head, still a little confused.
“no, we only started dating around six months ago. last fall, i think.” he looks at kaida next to him, who nods in confirmation. beside him, an annoyed sounding kenmochi mumbles “what the hell were you doing before that?” which earns him a snicker from kuzuha and an elbow to the stomach from fushimi on his other side. fuwa rolls his eyes in response, glancing over at his boyfriend again, only to find him already looking.
“at least now i know you did tell them i was coming.” kaida smiles warmly at him, just as amused as the rest of them, and fuwa feels his stomach flip. “just… not in so many words.”
fuwa shakes his head again. “who else would i be talking about, seriously.” he grumbles. kaida only laughs, reaching under the table to take his hand. he laces their fingers together, giving it a firm squeeze, and fuwa can’t help but squeeze back.
over the course of dinner, fuwa and kaida give their friends more details about their relationship, with fuwa doing most of the talking and kaida filling in the gaps. by the end, their friends are properly filled in and more than satisfied with the information given to them, kaede and tsukino most especially. everyone gives them their congratulations as they part ways, fushimi patting his back before he walks off towards the train station with kenmochi. soon enough, it’s just them under the glow of japan’s nightlife.
fuwa turns when he feels kaida interlock their pinkies together, looking up at his boyfriend. he looks happy, if a little tired, and fuwa gives him a soft smile.
“home?” he asks and kaida nods, starting off in the direction of a different station than kenmochi and fushimi’s. before they can get too far though, fuwa slips his pinky out of kaida’s; when the taller man turns to pout at him, he takes his hand properly, squeezing it, if a bit shyly. he watches as kaida looks, shocked, at their hands before turning to fuwa, who only shrugs and hopes the light doesn’t expose too much of his blush.
“it’s dark out. better safe than sorry.” it’s a lame excuse, one that kaida openly laughs at, but his boyfriend doesn’t pull away. instead, he gives fuwa’s hand a squeeze, like he always does, and they walk down the road side by side.
-
“does it bother you? that nobody knew that we’re together?”
fuwa asks the question as he’s laying horizontally across kaida’s bed. he’s on his back, head hanging upside down off the side as he watches kaida move around the room, finishing the last bits of his bedtime routine before he settles down. he hears the researcher make a soft humming noise as he thinks, wiggling into an old t-shirt of fuwa’s that he’d stolen as he does.
“mm, not really.” kaida looks over his shoulder at him, head tilted. “why? does it bother you?”
“no, not really.” fuwa responds, and it’s the truth. he really, truly, has never felt the need to prove anything to anyone, especially not about kaida, not even when they were still just friends. “i just don’t want you to think i was hiding our relationship from our friends, or something.”
he hears kaida huff a soft laugh through his nose as he applies a moisturizer to his face. he can see that kaida’s smiling in the reflection of the vanity mirror, and when their eyes meet his smile softens in a way that makes fuwa’s heart jump.
“i don’t know if you know this, but you’re not exactly the most subtle person in the world about me, fuwa-kun.” kaida turns, walking towards him and leaning down so their eyes meet. fuwa meets him half way, straining his neck so that his head is parallel with the rest of his body. blue eyes dart towards fuwa’s lips, and the host swallows, mouth suddenly dry.
“don’t worry about things like that. nobody asked about us, so we didn’t tell.” kaida brushes their noses together, soft and sweet. “i don’t doubt that you love me- not at all. you just show it differently. there’s nothing wrong with that.”
kaida ends the discussion by connecting their lips together, his mouth twitching at the corners when he hears fuwa’s sharp intake of breath through his nose. fuwa feels as kaida opens his mouth just so and his tongue darts out to lap once at the seam of fuwa’s mouth, drawing a startled noise from the host. kaida laughs as he pulls away, straightening up before smiling down at fuwa.
“i’m gonna go brush my teeth. make sure you’re laying down properly before i get back.” he says as he turns around, walking out of the room without so much as a glance back at him.
fuwa watches dazedly as he goes, the back of his head hitting the side of the mattress as the muscles in his neck go slack. he blinks a few times, dizzy from the display of affection and the blood rushing through his head.
god, he really does love kaida haru.
-
when fuwa wakes the next day, it’s to the sight of kaida’s sleeping face. his alarm hasn’t gone off yet, which means there’s still time before they both need to get up and start getting ready to go down to the studio to record. it could be five minutes til it goes off, or thirty, but fuwa is very much so inclined to go back to bed. groggily, he thinks about how they need to make sure they bring the things they bought for kagami with them when they leave.
for now though, he lets the sleepy impulses he fought hard against the day before win. fuwa scoots closer to his boyfriend, his partner, his kaida, curling into his warmth as he noses gently into the exposed hollow of his throat. kaida makes a soft noise in his sleep, subconsciously moving his head down to nose into fuwa’s hair. fuwa feels an arm sling over his waist underneath the duvet, a hand slipping under his sleep shirt to feel the skin of his back. as he’s falling back asleep, the host manages to press a featherlight kiss to kaida’s adam’s apple, enjoying the soft rumble of contentment he’s rewarded with.
as everything goes dark, fuwa wonders why he bothered to get up on time yesterday. how could anyone leave a bliss like this?