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the sun shines from the window, causing eita’s eyes to flutter open. he slowly sits up, yawning in the process. to his right is a beautiful, sun-kissed face. the face belongs to kenjirou shirabu.
eita stares at him for some time. actually, way more than “some” time. he just can’t get over how pretty kenjirou looks. the way the sun aluminates his golden brown hair and highlights his soft freckles. eita has genuinely never seen anyone more beautiful.
kenjirou’s eyes flick open.
“what are you staring at?” he says sleepily as his eyes snap shut again due to the intensity of the morning sunlight.
“you.” eita replies. kenjirou opens his eyes again to connect them with eita’s. “i don’t like being stared at.” he says to the other. a soft smile creeps onto eita’s face. “with a face as pretty as yours it’s hard not to look at.”
a hint of pink creeps onto kenjirou’s cheeks and he turns away from eita. “wait, no, come back, i want to see your majestic face.” eita whines, attempting to turn the man back towards him.
“shut up. go brush your teeth, i can smell your breath from here.” kenjirou mutters. “rude.” eita scoffs, but gets up and walks to the bathroom anyways. when he returns, kenjirou is gone from the bedroom. eita trots to the kitchen to find him standing impatiently next to the coffee machine.
“a watched pot never boils y’know.” eita says approaching his significant other. “it’s not a pot.” shirabu remarks. “same difference.”
there’s a moments silence. “i need to go to the bathroom.” eita watches as kenjirou walks away down the hall.
when he had returned, his coffee was already done. eita had put in the correct amount of sugar, because kenjirou prepares it the same every morning. just coffee with three cubes of sugar. (yes, cubes, bougie but kenjirou refuses to drink it any other way.)
eita hands him the mug. “thank you.” kenjirou thanks him while taking the glass in his own hands. “can you do something to show me your gratitude?” eita asks slyly. kenjirou pauses a moment before putting down his mug to step closer to eita. he embraces him and eita quickly embraces him back. eita inhales loudly. “are you, smelling me?” kenjirou asks, looking up at his boyfriend.
“yes. you smell good for someone who just woke up and hasn’t showered.” kenjirou presses his cheek against eita’s shoulder. “you’re so weird.” he says softly. his caramel eyes stare up at eita’s dark chocolate ones. “oh my gosh i love you.” eita says swaying side to side, still holding kenjirou tightly. “i love you.”
as the day carries on, kenjirou just kept getting more lovey-dovey.
“why are you so— sweet today?” eita asks as they are both curled up on the couch watching grey’s anatomy together. kenjirou raises his head to glare at eita. “what?” eita asks. kenjirou just gets up without a word. eita sits there confused for a brief moment before rising to trail after him.
“kenjirouu,” eita groans. “what did i do?”
kenjirou does not answer. when he gets close enough to their bed, eita pounces on him. he lets out a short yelp of surprise. eita has trapped him on the bed.
“get off me!”
“no.”
“i’m gonna bite you.”
“do it.”
“you’re so weird.”
“that’s the second time you’ve said that today.”
“well it’s true.”
“why’d you walk away from me?”
“why’d you ask me a stupid question?”
“you once told me there’s no such thing as a stupid question.”
“you somehow found a way to defy that statement.”
eita rolls off kenjirou. “it’s so nice to breathe again.” kenjirou says sarcastically. a few moments pass where they are just basking in each other’s presence.
kenjirou moves towards eita, making it so that he is now on top of him. kenjirou’s face only hovering inches apart from eita’s. they gaze into each others eyes, both refusing to break the eye contact. kenjirou sighs and cups eita’s cheeks, gently pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
when they break off however, eita is hungry for more. it is now his turn to grab kenjirou’s face and plant a deep, long kiss onto his plump lips.
“you’re so pretty. so, so pretty.” eita mumbles into the kiss. “oh shut up.” kenjirou mumbles back but eita can feel him smiling.
kenjirou breaks off once more and buries himself into eita’s neck. “i am in love with you.” he whispers. eita let’s out a little chuckle. “i am in love with you as well.”