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“Iwa-chan, I want an American Christmas,” Oikawa demands in a sing-song voice.
Hajime sighs, but starts composing messages to his American friends from college to request a few recipes while his boyfriend pokes at his cheek for some reason. He keeps his face relaxed as he parses the replies, resorting to google translate some of the ingredients listed. This should be doable.
“Iwa-chan, don’t ignore me,” Oikawa whines, dropping his chin on Hajime’s shoulder.
“Brat,” Hajime huffs, mentally reviewing the current contents of his kitchen. “Let’s bake Christmas cookies.”
The bright smile he gets at that is worth it all.