Mr. and Mrs. Honda are back!- RP
Alfred slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. Kiku’s side was, of course, neat and tidy, his clothes already put away in his drawers, and any other personal items were neatly placed on his desk. Meanwhile, Alfred’s side of the room was strewn with clothes and shopping bags, filled with souvenirs bought the day before. His suitcases, which barely had anything in them now, had been tossed to the corner of the room and were piled up on top of each other… And Pochi was napping on top of them. Alfred smiled. Aside from the lack of textbooks and the bigger bed, there wasn’t much of a difference from their living arrangements here and the living arrangements back at school. It may have been Kiku’s room, but for right now, it was their space; their home…
Then his eyes fell back onto the smaller man lying beside him under the blankets. His eyes were closed, and his chest was rising and falling in an even, steady rhythm. Alfred glanced at the clock; though it still felt early to him, Kiku didn’t usually sleep this late. “Kiku,” Alfred whispered. “Kiku…” He gently ruffled his boyfriend’s short black hair and then smoothed it out again. Nothing. No reaction at all… Kiku was still fast asleep. “Must still be tired from yesterday,” he said, chuckling. “Guess Disneyland kinda wore you out, huh?” There was no answer, but that was ok; Alfred wasn’t really expecting one. He took another look at the clock and shrugged. If his boyfriend was content to sleep the morning away, he wasn’t going to complain.
After thoroughly stretching out, Alfred rolled over to the other side of the bed and wrapped his arms (and one of his legs) around Kiku. Then he closed his eyes and settled back down into the pillows. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to go back to sleep, but the extra warmth from Kiku certainly helped him try. He began to relax once again, his racing thoughts slowing down and fading out, as his mind was being lulled back into a state of sleep.
He might have returned to his dream of saving the universe if a small noise hadn’t interrupted him. A small creaking noise that came from the other side of the room… Instinctively, Alfred snapped back into reality, and he opened his eyes. He shouldn’t have done that. He should have feigned sleep because the door to their room was now open, and standing in the doorway was none other than Kiku’s mother, and she looked more than a little surprised.
But wait- why was she here? Kiku’s parents weren’t supposed to come back until Monday, and it was only… Monday. The sudden realization of this made him do a mental facepalm. Of course it was Monday; they had prepared for this… they had talked about how this first meeting was going to go, when Mr. and Mrs. Honda finally returned home. But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. At the very least, he had hoped that Kiku would be awake, when Alfred first met his mother.
Alfred sat up, his eyes widening as he sat upright in the bed. Mrs. Honda already knew that he was awake… No use in pretending otherwise. He felt under the covers, checking his state of clothes… No shirt; dammit, he thought to himself, after feeling his bare chest. He must have taken it off last night. Then he felt his lower half and was relieved to know he had pants on. Pants... pants are good… Yeah… They certainly didn’t hide nearly enough though, he noted, attempting to subtly cross his legs. And Kiku’s mom was still staring… Oh god, did she notice? Was it really visible from under all those covers? Or was it simply the fact that another man, who was supposedly just a friend, was in her son’s bed? Either way didn’t seem like a very good first impression.
“Uhh, Good morning, Mrs. Honda,” he said, smiling uneasily and inching back over towards his own side of the bed. “Thanks for letting me stay in your home… It’s very nice here!” He nudged Kiku in the ribs as hard as he could, without really hurting him. “Yeah, Tokyo is beautiful…. You’re probably wondering why I’m not in the guest room, and let me tell you, there’s a good reason for that! It’s just that this is sort of what we’re used to, and…” he trailed off, as she raised an eyebrow at him… “Kiku, wake up; come on, wake up, wake up, wake up” he muttered under his breath , as he continued to “gently” shake his boyfriend awake.
Then his eyes fell back onto the smaller man lying beside him under the blankets. His eyes were closed, and his chest was rising and falling in an even, steady rhythm. Alfred glanced at the clock; though it still felt early to him, Kiku didn’t usually sleep this late. “Kiku,” Alfred whispered. “Kiku…” He gently ruffled his boyfriend’s short black hair and then smoothed it out again. Nothing. No reaction at all… Kiku was still fast asleep. “Must still be tired from yesterday,” he said, chuckling. “Guess Disneyland kinda wore you out, huh?” There was no answer, but that was ok; Alfred wasn’t really expecting one. He took another look at the clock and shrugged. If his boyfriend was content to sleep the morning away, he wasn’t going to complain.
After thoroughly stretching out, Alfred rolled over to the other side of the bed and wrapped his arms (and one of his legs) around Kiku. Then he closed his eyes and settled back down into the pillows. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to go back to sleep, but the extra warmth from Kiku certainly helped him try. He began to relax once again, his racing thoughts slowing down and fading out, as his mind was being lulled back into a state of sleep.
He might have returned to his dream of saving the universe if a small noise hadn’t interrupted him. A small creaking noise that came from the other side of the room… Instinctively, Alfred snapped back into reality, and he opened his eyes. He shouldn’t have done that. He should have feigned sleep because the door to their room was now open, and standing in the doorway was none other than Kiku’s mother, and she looked more than a little surprised.
But wait- why was she here? Kiku’s parents weren’t supposed to come back until Monday, and it was only… Monday. The sudden realization of this made him do a mental facepalm. Of course it was Monday; they had prepared for this… they had talked about how this first meeting was going to go, when Mr. and Mrs. Honda finally returned home. But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. At the very least, he had hoped that Kiku would be awake, when Alfred first met his mother.
Alfred sat up, his eyes widening as he sat upright in the bed. Mrs. Honda already knew that he was awake… No use in pretending otherwise. He felt under the covers, checking his state of clothes… No shirt; dammit, he thought to himself, after feeling his bare chest. He must have taken it off last night. Then he felt his lower half and was relieved to know he had pants on. Pants... pants are good… Yeah… They certainly didn’t hide nearly enough though, he noted, attempting to subtly cross his legs. And Kiku’s mom was still staring… Oh god, did she notice? Was it really visible from under all those covers? Or was it simply the fact that another man, who was supposedly just a friend, was in her son’s bed? Either way didn’t seem like a very good first impression.
“Uhh, Good morning, Mrs. Honda,” he said, smiling uneasily and inching back over towards his own side of the bed. “Thanks for letting me stay in your home… It’s very nice here!” He nudged Kiku in the ribs as hard as he could, without really hurting him. “Yeah, Tokyo is beautiful…. You’re probably wondering why I’m not in the guest room, and let me tell you, there’s a good reason for that! It’s just that this is sort of what we’re used to, and…” he trailed off, as she raised an eyebrow at him… “Kiku, wake up; come on, wake up, wake up, wake up” he muttered under his breath , as he continued to “gently” shake his boyfriend awake.