[Fic] Naoki no Heya
Summary: For two months, Naoki has been declining all dinner outings, and Naoto is starting to get suspicious. Until he pays an unannounced visit to Naoki’s apartment.
Characters: Naoto, Naoki
Rating: G
Naoto let himself in using the duplicate keys Naoki gave him. He closed the door behind him and blinked.
And blinked again.
“Er, Naoki?” He called hesitantly. “Why, why is there a kitten on the kitchen counter?” The fluffy dark furball was perched on the countertop, tail twitching.
“Naoto-san?!” Naoki shouted back. Naoto widened his eyes when he heard a thump and a curse. “Oh no, Ryu-chan, please stop getting tangled in my scarves...”
“Ryu-chan?” Naoto mouthed as he picked up the kitten. It meowed and swatted playfully at him. “What exactly is going on?”
He stopped talking as another kitten skidded past him.
And then another.
“Naoto-san,” Naoki inched sheepishly out of the room with his hands clasped behind his back. Dark curls cascaded in a mess around his face. A red tabby kitten strolled out behind him, meowing loudly. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”
Naoto raised an eyebrow and crossed the threshold carefully, the kittens tumbling into each other.
“Since when do you have pets?”
“Since, um, two months ago? I may have accidentally adopted five cats,” Naoki stressed, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.
Naoto frowned at him.
“Five?”
Naoki flushed and pulled a fifth, smaller silver-shaded kitten from behind his back.
“Five,” he confirmed. Naoto leaned into his personal space and squinted at the kitten. It started purring and batting at his face.
“Is that why you’ve been missing all our outings?”
“They were too young! I had to take care of them when my sister deposited them in my house!” Naoki protested weakly. The kitten in his hands wriggled. “There, there, Gun-chan.”
“Gun-chan?” Naoto echoed. “Naoki, you named them all, didn’t you?” he accused teasingly.
“I...Yes.” Naoki avoided his eyes. “They’re all Siberian kittens from the same litter. This silver-shaded white here is Gun-chan. The mocha kitten you’re holding is Elly-chan. Um, the red tabby is Ryu-chan, that blue silver mackerel kitten is Omi-chan, and the brown patched tabby is Ken-chan.”
“You named them after Sandaime J Soul Brothers?” Naoto grinned, stroking Elly-chan. His co-leader’s face had turned beetroot. “Oh Naoki. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you can be infuriatingly adorable at times.”
“I can’t believe you just said that either.” The taller man deadpanned, bending down to deposit Gun-chan onto the floor before Naoto pressed close, tilted his face upwards and slanted his lips over Naoki’s.
Characters: Naoto, Naoki
Rating: G
Naoto let himself in using the duplicate keys Naoki gave him. He closed the door behind him and blinked.
And blinked again.
“Er, Naoki?” He called hesitantly. “Why, why is there a kitten on the kitchen counter?” The fluffy dark furball was perched on the countertop, tail twitching.
“Naoto-san?!” Naoki shouted back. Naoto widened his eyes when he heard a thump and a curse. “Oh no, Ryu-chan, please stop getting tangled in my scarves...”
“Ryu-chan?” Naoto mouthed as he picked up the kitten. It meowed and swatted playfully at him. “What exactly is going on?”
He stopped talking as another kitten skidded past him.
And then another.
“Naoto-san,” Naoki inched sheepishly out of the room with his hands clasped behind his back. Dark curls cascaded in a mess around his face. A red tabby kitten strolled out behind him, meowing loudly. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”
Naoto raised an eyebrow and crossed the threshold carefully, the kittens tumbling into each other.
“Since when do you have pets?”
“Since, um, two months ago? I may have accidentally adopted five cats,” Naoki stressed, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.
Naoto frowned at him.
“Five?”
Naoki flushed and pulled a fifth, smaller silver-shaded kitten from behind his back.
“Five,” he confirmed. Naoto leaned into his personal space and squinted at the kitten. It started purring and batting at his face.
“Is that why you’ve been missing all our outings?”
“They were too young! I had to take care of them when my sister deposited them in my house!” Naoki protested weakly. The kitten in his hands wriggled. “There, there, Gun-chan.”
“Gun-chan?” Naoto echoed. “Naoki, you named them all, didn’t you?” he accused teasingly.
“I...Yes.” Naoki avoided his eyes. “They’re all Siberian kittens from the same litter. This silver-shaded white here is Gun-chan. The mocha kitten you’re holding is Elly-chan. Um, the red tabby is Ryu-chan, that blue silver mackerel kitten is Omi-chan, and the brown patched tabby is Ken-chan.”
“You named them after Sandaime J Soul Brothers?” Naoto grinned, stroking Elly-chan. His co-leader’s face had turned beetroot. “Oh Naoki. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you can be infuriatingly adorable at times.”
“I can’t believe you just said that either.” The taller man deadpanned, bending down to deposit Gun-chan onto the floor before Naoto pressed close, tilted his face upwards and slanted his lips over Naoki’s.