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“You haven't visited in a long time.” Takiishi explains calmly, like he didn't just break into someone's apartment. “So I came to you.”
Sakura blinks, standing at the door. He just got home, and while he probably shouldn't be surprised to see his boyfriend doing as he pleases… somehow, he is.
“Sorry about that, I guess.” But every time he shows up, or rather, gets dragged there, it's ridiculously hard to leave. It's not that Sakura doesn't enjoy their company, he wouldn't be dating them if that was the case. But they are… intense, you could say.
“Let's go.” Takiishi walks towards him, grabbing him by the hand. Was he just waiting here so that he could instantly kidnap him…?
“W-wait.” Sakura does his best to resist despite knowing his strength does not compare to Takiishi's, and if Takiishi was dead set on taking him, there's about nothing Sakura could do.
However, Takiishi really does wait. “What is it?”
“I can't go to your home. I have things to do.” Sakura looks down at their hands. Takiishi is pretty touchy, but exclusively with Sakura. Ever since they met, he's had no hesitations to grab him, take him in his arms, carry him around, ignoring how much it embarrasses the younger boy.
Takiishi stares at him. “Endo will do your homework.”
“That's not what I meant…” But of course that's what Takiishi would think of first, something easy to solve that won't get in the way of him kidnapping Sakura and getting what he wants.
Sakura's boyfriends love him very, very much. They are also very, very oblivious at times. But since that comes in the form of obsessing over having him around, Sakura ends up finding it flattering. It can't be helped that he enjoys getting so much attention from two handsome and strong men who are constantly offering to give him anything he wants and showering him in love and affection.
“I have plans with my friends tomorrow. And I have to patrol. And the grade captain shouldn't be skipping school for days, which is what always happens when I visit you, because you won't let me go.”
He's heard the ‘you don't need to study, you won't need a job, I'll provide for you’ talk from Endo way too many times. Yes, it's nice to be promised safety. Yes, Sakura is glad he won't have to stress figuring out how to keep himself fed once he graduates. Yes, Endo is very blatantly and purposefully ignoring Sakura's real motivations because he doesn't like to acknowledge Sakura's attachment for anyone that isn't him or Takiishi.
“I see.” Takiishi looks severely disappointed, enough to pull at Sakura's heartstrings. Great, now he feels guilty for not being complicit in his own kidnapping.
But, no, Takiishi doesn't head to the door. Instead, he walks further inside, sitting down on the futon. “Then I'll stay here tonight.” He opens his arms, looking at Sakura. “Come sit on my lap.”
Technically, that is a solution. “Are you sure? You know it's not very nice here. I don't have all the fancy stuff you got at home, and this place is small.”
Takiishi tilts his head. “I don't need anything right now. There's enough space. And I have money to buy you dinner.” He pats his own lap, like he's calling an animal. “Sit.”
Sakura takes a deep breath. “I'm going to school tomorrow even if you are here. Don't try to stop me. And... I have to do my homework now, I won't do anything with you until I'm done.”
“You can do your homework sitting on my lap,” Takiishi answers.
He can be so… simple minded.
Sakura goes into the bathroom, to change into the pajamas Endo recently gifted him, then moves the small table right next to the futon, so he can do math while giving Takiishi what he wants. If he was at their home, he would put on one of their shirts. They are oversized on him and therefore extremely comfortable, so much so that he's considered secretly putting some of their clothes in their backpack to take home… but that would be weird.
There is also the option of buying his own oversized clothes… but he can't lie to himself. The shirts being theirs is what he likes most. He is a lovestruck idiot, unfortunately.
A little reluctantly, only because it is so embarrassing, he sits on Takiishi's lap. Takiishi wastes no time wrapping his arms around Sakura, holding him tightly so their bodies are pressed together.
He rests his chin on Sakura's shoulder, watching him fill out the questions on his book.
Sakura is not an outstanding student or anything, he doesn't strive for big academic goals. But he puts in the effort to get decent enough grades, just to not be a mediocre person.
He occasionally feels Takiishi sniffing his hair.
After several minutes in silence except for the soft noise created by his pen sliding on paper, Sakura speaks. “Are you bored? I… I guess we could go somewhere after I'm done. But we can't stay out too late, I have classes in the morning.”
“I'm not bored. I'm watching you.”
“I'm not doing anything interesting.”
“I enjoy watching you, no matter what you are doing. I want to look at you all day.”
Sakura's face heats up. Takiishi tends to say romantic things like that, without realizing they are romantic. He states them as facts. Which, in a way, makes it all more romantic. Takiishi would never say words simply to feed someone's ego. He is sincere.
Both for better and for worse.
Sakura doesn't respond. His heart is racing, happy that someone can have so much interest in him. He takes a breath, and leans back. As much as their behavior can sometimes frustrate him, Takiishi's desire to just be together is very… charming. Childish, but in a way that's endearing.
Solving equations becomes easier now that his body has relaxed.
“Hey… I know you said you brought money so we can order dinner… ” He rests his head on Takiishi's shoulder, in somewhat of a cuddle. “but, I… I've been thinking, it's nice to try new things.”
He fidgets with the pen in his hand, spinning it. “So… how about… you and I make dinner together?”
“Okay.” Takiishi replies right away, in contrast to how much difficulty Sakura had asking.
“Really?” Sakura brightens. “You don't… think it sounds like a pain, or something?” He doesn't know much about cooking, nor is he good at it, but well… now that he has boyfriends, he's found himself fantasizing about all the dumb little romantic things they could potentially do. Again, to his misfortune, Sakura is quite sentimental.
“It does. But I don't mind, I want to be with you.”
Sakura turns around, enough so that he can bury his face on Takiishi's chest, to hide the stupid smile on his face. He's become spoiled. “I have a bunch of vegetables Umemiya gave me… I'll figure out what we can make.”
(Despite the fact that Sakura doesn't like them. Umemiya still shoves them into his hands, insisting Sakura will grow up healthy if he eats them.)
If it turns out to be a failure, they can still order from a restaurant instead… and the failed result, they can just give it to Endo later. If it's something Sakura and Takiishi made, that guy will swallow it down even if it tastes inedible.
Sakura stops himself, realizing his line of thought is kind of… cruel. Just because Endo would be willing to eat it, that doesn't mean they should feed him garbage! In fact, they should save some for him regardless! Because that's… the loving thing to do, right?
Escaping Takiishi's hold, Sakura stands up. “Let's go.” He heads to the ‘kitchen’, or rather, the small space in his apartment where he puts food, checking on what exactly he has available. Takiishi follows him, and immediately wraps his arms around him again, resting his chin on Sakura's shoulder.
Sakura doesn't understand Takiishi's obsession with keeping him held, but he understands that there's nothing he can do to stop him. He can only be grateful that Takiishi has learned to do it gently. The first ‘hugs’ Sakura received from him felt like murder attempts.
Anyway, Sakura takes out his phone to figure out what they could possibly cook with an extremely limited amount of ingredients, tools, knowledge and skill. Sure he could go to the supermarket, grab anything he wants and ask Takiishi to pay with the money that is most certainly one of Endo's cards, but he is enjoying the domestic feel he is getting right now. Of being in his pajamas, doing something simple with his boyfriend that… surprise visited him, to put it nicely.
Thanks to Suo bringing a teapot and some tea leaves, at least he knows for sure they will have something to drink.
A nice lady from the shopping district gave him a few eggs not long ago, and the internet is telling him a stir fry with those and some tomatoes is not only possible, but quick and easy. He doesn't have garlic or scallions like the recipe calls for, but he does have salt… he holds up the phone to show the picture on screen to Takiishi. “What do you think?”
“Okay.”
“Good. Then…” Sakura reads what they are supposed to do. “Can you wash and slice the tomatoes? I'll take care of the eggs.”
Takiishi nods.
Sakura must be the only human on planet Earth to ever think giving Takiishi a knife is a good idea. Anyway, he hands both the knife and some tomatoes to him. Takiishi turns to the sink, opening the faucet all the way and immediately making a big splatter of water as he holds a poor tomato under the too strong water stream. At least, Takiishi doesn't seem to mind the water splashing onto his face.
Whatever, Sakura will just let him be. His task is to crack eggs. Which he does, very badly, and ends up spending way too much time fishing out little shell pieces out of the bowl. As his patience runs out, he gives up on the tiniest ones. It's not like they will die from that, anyway…
The egg beating itself is too easy to mess up. Or at least that's what Sakura wants to believe. By now, Takiishi is done with his slicing. (The slices are extremely inconsistent in both shape and size, but Sakura is just happy he actually got it done.)
“We are doing alright, I think.” And if not, they can at least be proud for trying. After checking his phone again, Sakura adds oil into a pan, waits for it to be hot, and pours the egg mixture. He doesn't have a spatula like the recipe says, so he uses a fork to separate the egg into multiple pieces.
Take out the eggs, put in the tomatoes for a while next, then pour both together and season them with salt. (And sugar. But he doesn't have that.) He heats up water for two cups of tea, too.
The end result is quite boring looking, but there's no reason why it shouldn't taste… decent. “Let's try it out.” Sakura serves dinner on three plates, one which will be put aside, because he has not forgotten about his not currently present boyfriend. He wraps that one in plastic.
After the cups and plates have been moved to the table, Sakura sits on the floor. He expected Takiishi to force him onto his lap, but his boyfriend is instead filling a spoon with egg, to hold it right in front of Sakura's lips while he looks at him with sparkling eyes.
Sakura, embarrassed, instinctively opens his mouth to protest he doesn't need to be handfeed, which was stupid of him, because it gave Takiishi the opportunity to very much shove the spoon inside his mouth.
That might have been intended as romantic, but it only ends up in Sakura coughing and feeling his tongue burning. Takiishi watches him like he doesn't understand what he just did.
“Y-you could at least blow on it first!” But, the taste wasn't terrible. Or he was too distracted by the fact that he almost choked on it to notice any flavor flaws.
“Oh…” Takiishi fills another spoon with their cooking. He blows on it for over a minute while Sakura sips on his tea. It's too much and the egg will be cold, but Sakura appreciates the effort. “Here.”
“I can eat by myself…” Sakura murmurs, as the spoon approaches. Still, he opens his mouth and obediently accepts being fed. Now that he can properly taste it… yes, it is really bland. They didn't have half the ingredients, after all. But since it was made by two people that don't know how to cook, Sakura mentally celebrates that he isn't vomiting.
“D-do you… want me to do it for you, too?”
“Not really. I just like watching you eat. You are cute.” Takiishi speaks with no hint of shyness or romantic intentions, but there is such happiness in his eyes when Sakura is chewing, so he definitely means it.
Well, Sakura is not going to insist. Takiishi feeds him an entire plate without taking a single bite himself. It makes him feel like a pet… a lot of things Takiishi does make Sakura feel like a pet, actually. Carrying him whenever he wants, making him sit on his lap, brushing his hair…
But if he is a pet, he is a very well loved one.
Wait, no, he shouldn't be accepting that so easily!
“You have to eat too.” Sakura pushes the other plate towards him. “I know it's not delicious, but… it's the first cooking we do together. It's… important, to me, or something.” He explains, awkwardly, eyes focused on the not very well seasoned eggs and tomatoes.
And feels even more awkward when Takiishi reaches to pat his head.
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Sakura might have trusted Takiishi with washing tomatoes, but he doesn't trust him with washing dishes. He sent his boyfriend to go get ready for bed while Sakura takes care of tidying up the ‘kitchen’, and of the water mess Takiishi created. It's fine, Sakura doesn't mind doing some cleaning by himself… if anything, it's a break from receiving relentless affection and physical contact, so his heartbeat can calm down.
He keeps extra toothbrushes for them in cases like this, but he doesn't have clothes Takiishi could wear. Thankfully, Takiishi showed up in a regular shirt and pants, and not any of the fancier, less comfortable for sleeping outfits he has.
By the time Sakura is done, Takiishi is sitting on his futon. He is staring at Sakura with unnerving focus, like a predator animal waiting for his prey to come close enough to grab it.
What else is there to do, but accept his fate…
With a sigh, Sakura turns off the lights, and walks towards him. As soon as he is kneeling down to get on the futon, he is grabbed like a hawk would to a mouse. Takiishi pulls him in.
“You are soft, like a doll. I like it a lot.” Takiishi nuzzles his face onto Sakura's hair. “Why do you always smell sweet, Haruka? It makes me want to bite you.”
Hell if he knows! In fact, he doubts he actually smells sweet, even if both his boyfriends insist he does. They must say it just to tease him… “D-don't bite me…”
Takiishi quietly chuckles at his plea, it makes shivers go down Sakura's spine. It reminds him… that this guy can be quite scary, even if he's been acting so gently towards Sakura.
“Takiishi…”
“I won't.”
As expected, it's a tight fit in here when it's two people. But it's not uncomfortable. Takiishi has him cuddled in his arms… warm, and safe, and loved.
Since Takishi can fall asleep incredibly fast, despite them only laying down minutes ago, Sakura is unsure if he's still awake. “...Takiishi?” He asks, carefully.
“Hm.”
“I'm glad you came to see me.”
“You should just move in with us.”
It's not the first time he is told to move into their fancy home, Endo in particular really hates that Sakura is still living in this ‘haunted house’ of an apartment. But, well, it just feels like such a commitment. If he was to permanently stay with them, that's a huge step forward in their relationship, one that he isn't prepared for.
He is afraid. Afraid that if they have to deal with him for more than a few days at a time, he will no longer be so appealing. After all, no one has liked living with him before.
“Endo will buy you a big bed. We'll get a new closet built, and I'll pick a lot of good clothes for you. You can eat anything you want everyday.” Takiishi pauses, thinking. “I'll help you decorate your room.”
Sakura smiles a little, warmly. “That sounds nice.” Very, very nice. No idea how he would decorate a room, tho. “I still want to attend school.”
“Endo will drive you. You won't have to walk anymore.”
Sakura is amused. He doesn't mind walking, but it's sweet how Takiishi is trying to convince him. “Someday. Give me more time, Takiishi… I am not ready yet.”
“... Okay.” Takiishi sounds disappointed, but he accepts it. “Someday.”
“Yeah, someday…” Sakura yawns, closing his eyes, cuddling so closely that he feels as if in a nest. “Even if I have my own bed, will you let me sleep with you… whenever I want?”
“Yes.” Takiishi replies quickly, and enthusiastically.
Maybe the day is closer than expected.