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It was no secret between them that the younger half of their pairing was the more affectionate one.
Despite how often they tended to argue, where they even tried to kill each other, the two of them made up in one way or another because Hidan was hopelessly in love with the miser who tended to try and keep him at an arm’s length.
It was no coincidence that Kakuzu has come into a lot of antiquities; old books, priceless heirlooms foolishly tossed away such as a stained glass lamp and other trinkets, his fridge stocked on monkfish liver and other foods he deeply enjoyed.
To say Kakuzu was a very pampered old miser was an understatement when it came to Hidan trying to show his affection and love for him. What made it extra special was that these gifts were just on a whim when the younger immortal was thinking of him and happened to spot something he knew he liked.
Hidan didn’t really expect anything in return. It bothered him sometimes but he realized that when it came to Kakuzu, the other wasn’t as open about affection. It was something the Jashinist had come to accept in their time together, he truly was just happy that the miser accepted his company and at least filled the silence between them as much as he did.
So when he returned from a solo mission,the blood of his kills dried on his hands and face as he made his way to his door. Only to be caught off guard when he smelled something very delicious from the other side of his door. He had to freeze where he stood, taking a minute to blink his eyes and stare at the black slab of wood with a silver door knob that served as the entrance into his quarters.
He blinked slowly as he sniffed the air just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating; the savory-sweet scent of cooking meat, combined with the floral aroma of jasmine and umami smell of miso floated under his nose. Drool flooded his mouth as he slowly opened the door to see what exactly was going on in his quarters.
Like everyone else’s quarters, there was a small kitchen with a gas stove and a sink with an open cabinet for plates and a small fridge to store food. Up until this moment it had remained untouched as Hidan couldn’t really cook to save his life; the only things he really ate since coming here was microwaved dishes and instant noodles.
“...ah…?” He stared at the unfamiliar scene before him from his doorway.
Standing over the stove with his back to Hidan, his cloak off and resting on the back of a chair to expose his back with the four masks on display while keeping the cowl on his head was Kakuzu. In the older immortal’s hand was a pair of cooking chopsticks that he was using to stir up whatever delicacy was being made in the wok. Sitting on the counter beside the stove was an old rice cooker that had the light on to show the rice was finished.
Beside the moving wok was a simmering pot where the miso scent was coming from.
Hidan dropped his scythe, stunned for the first time in his life when he saw the small little candles that were lit on the table with two plates set up. He slowly walked to it as if he was unsure he could even believe that this was really in his room.
“Are you going to sit down?” Kakuzu didn’t even look up from where he was shifting the wok around.
He jumped a bit, staring at him as his eyes widened, “...what…what….?”
“You talk as if you’ve never seen food in your life. Now sit and I’ll get the plates out…” the stove was turned off as the older man then began filling up one giant dish with the pork he had cooked. Hidan found himself swallowing his saliva before he remembered his hands were still covered in dried blood blinking down at them.
He should wash them. He knows he should wash them. It was polite to do that, especially because this is the first time Kakuzu ever did something like this for him. He stood from the chair, stumbling forwards as he went to the sink first; wanting to just scrub it all off his hands before he returned quickly to the chair.
Just in time too; the meat was placed down first; then the rice cooker was brought over with the spoon. Then Kakuzu goes to pour them both some miso soup and turns to put the filled soup bowls down for them both. His tendrils were out, adjusting the little candles to make sure they don’t til over, and to make sure nothing got shifted too much.
Then he used them to pick up a sake bottle from a bag beside the table with two saucers, placing it down for them both.
Hidann found his voice was unable to come out as he stared at the feast. It made his heart beat a little faster as he took in what he could only describe as a romantic dinner before him.
Romantic…
He looked at Kakuzu with widened eyes, in silent disbelief.
“..What?” He rumbled, brows furrowing as he tugged down his mask.
Hidan swallowed thickly as he opened and closed his mouth before he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, “...Did you just…do something romantic? For me?”
The silence hangs between them as they sit across from each other and for a moment Hidan thinks he may have misread the situation. After all, he knew how stingy and pragmatic Kakuzu was, hence he opened his mouth again to speak–
“Of course,” the deep rumble of Kakuzu’s voice seems to freeze his own as Kakuzu picked up his chopsticks, “You’re always giving me things, I figured it wouldn’t kill my wallet to return the favor every now and again…now eat before it gets cold.”
He watched the other, his fuchsia eyes following the movements of the older man’s hand as he tugged down his mask to eat his own meal, how relaxed he seemed right now just here with the religious zealot.
..Fuck I need to marry this old man…