#32 Theme 34: Paranoia - Pierrot; Tora/Hiroto
Title: Valentine's Day
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 034 Paranoia (Pierrot)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: fluff, corn
Comments: Standing on his hind legs Chicken appeared, front paws curled around the bed's edge, delicate features giving his master's bedmate a calculating look. Oh yes. Be prepared for some teeth rotting fluff and corn D8
Valentine's Day
There was nothing quite as satisfying as waking up with nothing to do. After a month full of work, work, work and with the prospect of an upcoming month full of lives, Hiroto was content simply to lay curled up in bed with his PSP. Which was a good thing since Tora was still fast asleep, warm at his back.
He didn't know why he bothered renting out his own place when most of the day was spent at the studio and office, the rest of the time at Tora's or his parents' house. At least he knew Mogu had company when he wasn't around. Some days Hiroto felt like he was out the door too early and back in too late. He'd adopted the ball of fluff on whim, impulsively signing papers and buying supplies, and didn't realize how little free time he had until he had returned to his flat and the excitable pup was scampering all over the place. Hiroto didn't have the heart to return Mogu, but at least he knew his parents had the time and patience to raise him.
Sucking on his upper lip, he punched a couple buttons in rapid succession, hands sweaty from the adrenaline game rush.
A sashaying tail came sliding into view.
Standing on his hind legs Chicken appeared, front paws curled around the bed's edge, delicate features giving his master's bedmate a calculating look. Seeing the questioning flick of a tail, Hiroto briefly paused his game to stare back.
Tora would be pissed if he let Chicken on the bed again... probably spray them both with water.
Chicken's chubby frame tensed, claws digging into the sheets.
"No," Hiroto hissed, barely mouthing the words under his breath.
Figures he would be pleading with a cat.
Chicken simply ignored him and hopped onto the bed, paws sinking into the pillow beneath Hiroto's head and moving to situate himself somewhere Tora would feel. Shit. Still hastily stabbing at the buttons on his PSP while simultaneously trying to nudge Chicken in some far away general direction with his arms, he wound up bending all the way back and smacking Tora in the head.
The older man grunted and probably would've gone back to sleep, but then a soft head bumped his knuckles, loud purring and whiny meow stirring him awake.
"What the fuck Chicken, get off my bed."
Hiroto watched with wide eyes, flinching guiltily at the harsh tone as Tora shoved his cat clean off the bed. Biting his lip, he quietly turned off his PSP, keeping perfectly still and hoping the other wouldn't put two and two together. Getting snapped at was no fun and Tora was especially grouchy when pissed off this early in the morning.
His anticipation was duly met.
A heavy hand reached over and bopped him on the head, not hard but chastising. Then rough fingers abruptly tangled in his hair and Hiroto almost panicked; hair pulling couldn’t be a good sign. Bodies turned and weight shifted as Tora flipped him around and sunk his teeth into a bottom lip, tongue slipping in and hands pulling closer.
"If he starts peeing on the bed again, I'm blaming you."
Hiroto nodded, out of breath when Tora finally pulled away.
"He only does that when he knows you're here," the larger man muttered, half to himself, half to the floor, as he rolled up and out of bed, stooping to pick a fleece zip-up off the floor and pull it on.
Hiroto watched in a daze until raised eyebrows turned his way and he looked down, realizing his hand still clutched the offending gaming device.
"Oh," he grinned sheepishly, waving the PSP, "Sorry."
Snorting, Tora beckoned with his fingers and Hiroto hastily crawled off the bed. He wasn't too sure where his clothes had ended up last night, but it was warm enough to settle for just boxers and he was more relieved Tora hadn’t decided on being grumpy all day. Their fiery tempers were made to match, arguing and sometimes walking out on each other, but Hiroto could think of several more relaxing ways to spend their next few days off.
Trotting into the kitchen he found Tora holding up a random pan and pointing at the stove.
"Want anything?"
Hiroto practically balked, stopping just short of stepping on Tora's cats where they were gathered around food and water bowls. Since when did breakfast extend beyond cardboard boxes and drive-thru windows?
"Whatever you feel like making... is fine," he gave the fridge a sidelong glance and hauled out a box of cereal just in case.
Tora exhaled a tired breath and stared at the frying pan.
"Yeah, I don't feel like making anything. Ever." He tugged the box from the younger man's hand and dumped a good amount into the pan.
Laughing, Hiroto grabbed a handful of cheerios and settled himself comfortably atop Tora's lap. The tiny plastic teeth of an unzipped jacket tickled his belly and he curled his arms inward, pressed snug against a comfy chest, fingers popping cereal into his mouth every now and then. Crunching on his own handful, Tora propped his feet up on the only other, forever unused chair, and zipped his baggy hoodie up Hiroto's back and all. It was an odd position, legs straddling hips and what looked to be a bulging purple belly, but it was how they liked it - warm and toasty and together.
"You should get us a rocking chair," Hiroto mumbled, wiping his crumby fingers on the inside of Tora's jacket. He felt lazy and didn't want to do anything but sit like this all day.
"You should get us a rocking chair," Tora countered, scooping up more cereal and loosening into the feel of fingers on his back. There was a question on the tip of his tongue, a tiny and somewhat important one. But he'd rather it stay balanced there for the moment.
"What do you want to do today?" he asked instead.
"Sleep."
Tora had to scoff at that.
"You weren't sleeping when you whacked me on the head."
"I was just about to!" Hiroto huffed. "And that was an accident." He snuck a hand out of the warmth to massage at Tora's scalp. "Poor baby," he smirked, which quickly turned into a loud squawk as the other's fingers began attacking his ribs.
"Stop! S-Stop!" Hiroto giggled in between spasms and huge gulps of air. Struggling was a useless tangle of limbs and warm fleece caught between two bodies and one jacket until Hiroto managed to get a hold of the other’s side and then Tora was the one jerking back, tormentor zipped up against his belly and fingers tickling skin.
"Okay okay!" Tora wailed as Hiroto's poking got higher and worse, closer and closer to the sensitive dip of his armpits. Clamping them down, he stood up and forced Hiroto off his lap, smaller frame sliding down so his face barely met Tora's shoulder and he was half out of the larger man's parachute of a jacket, half hidden in its folds. Tora unzipped the front to make a proposition, fluffy head popping out, all pink cheeks and mischievous laughter.
"How does the park sound?"
Eyes shining even brighter, Hiroto leaned in for a soft peck on the lips.
"Sounds perfect."
---
Tora was being sickenly sweet today. And besides being absolutely suspicious and a tad bit disgusting, it was slightly disturbing.
Now granted, sometimes they were sickenly sweet and on a regular basis too. Tora liked to take it upon himself to make sure Hiroto was properly bundled, buttoned, and zipped before they went out and the younger man had sent Tora some of the sappiest texts he’d ever read (and still kept) in his inbox. But Hiroto honestly couldn't remember the last time someone had pushed him on the swings.
Usually Tora's idea of 'pushing Pon on the swings' involved primary use of boots or bare feet, a lot of complaining, and one sandy-sore bottom afterward. But keeping his musings to himself, Hiroto was determined to enjoy the feel of wind in his hair while it lasted - before Tora decided his foot was way more efficient and that making ditches in the sand was a far better pastime.
They were in the park. More specifically a small patch of green and trees that vaguely passed for a park but was really a kiddie playground. It was too much effort to actually take the train to the nearest 'real' park in the concrete-steel, industrialized city (it would probably be crowded anyways). At least here the little ones stayed away from the 'big kid swing' chained too high to hop tiny limbs onto. Plus their mothers were keeping them a safe distance away from the two shift older men in the corner.
"Want a ride?" Hiroto offered, tipping his head back to look at the other.
"I'm good," Tora replied, arms reaching out to catch the younger's backward swing and push him forward.
About facing, Hiroto still couldn't help but be a little apprehensive. After all this was Tora. Sometimes Tora was just up to no good.
Fifteen minutes later, Tora was still using his hands, this time twisting Hiroto round and round so the swing chains tangled, then letting go for Hiroto to spin flying into circles, laughing the whole way. Very suspicious. As the end of his last spin neared, Hiroto hopped off the seat and stood staring dubiously.
“Want to dig sand ditches?”
Tora looked a little taken aback at the idea, as digging holes in the sand wasn’t something he enjoyed even more so than the prospect of pushing Hiroto on the swings.
“Sure…”
---
Hiroto wondered if this was legal.
Hiroto wondered if Tora was waiting to electrocute himself on a power line before he stopped digging.
“Uh… Tora? You know we can actually afford tickets to the other side of the planet, if you really want to go that bad.”
The older man seemed a bit lost when he looked up from his pile of sand now mostly dirt. He was a good half meter or so into his ditch making and even the kids were starting to give him funny looks. Hiroto was trying hard not to laugh, crouching nearby with fingers just as cold and dirty if no more so.
“I think after you get to a certain point they call the cops,” he snickered helpfully.
Tora blinked.
“Right...”
Stepping out of the hole, he smacked his hands together and looked around dramatically, sun at his back and like he hadn’t just been playing in the dirt.
“Right!” Hiroto grinned, jumping to his feet. “You have to fill that back up.”
Smirking like he was the biggest (which he was), baddest kid on the block, Tora surveyed his territory once again. A good half of the mothers and children had already fled the area. Excellent.
“We have to bury something first.”
“Like what?” Hiroto was genuinely curious this time. He’d once buried a box of memories with his hometown friends, maybe Tora had something special hidden in his pockets.
“Little children,” Tora grinned, speaking just loud enough for the closet child to go wide-eyed on the spot.
Snorting, Hiroto began shoving dirt and sand back into the hole. “Little children. Riiiighhhhht?!?! TORA PUT ME DOWN.” Seemingly unperturbed, Tora scooped his feet out from under him and plopped Hiroto down into the hole. It was really only big enough for his butt to get stuck in, but Hiroto was half-worried the other would start dumping dirt in his lap. Luckily Tora only grinned and squatted down next to him, nearby children running away squealing to their mothers.
“Just kidding.” He ruffled Hiroto’s hair, eyes zooming in on a lazy, winged creature bobbing hopefully near the trashcan. “Bet you I can catch that bird though.”
Rolling his eyes, Hiroto struggled to his feet and turned just in time to watch Tora sneak up on the poor pigeon. It flew away just in time, but what the hell was that fool doing? The older man seemed bent on making a mess and causing a ruckus and he was being silly and confusing and kind of fun all at the same time. But mostly tiring, which was mostly due to his own paranoia but at least he’d gotten Tora digging ditches like he usually did.
Shaking his head, Hiroto finished filling the hole, flattening sand beneath his boots and waiting by the slide for the other to finish climbing up the wrong end then slide back down the ramp. It was barely big enough for him to fit, but at least by now everyone had mostly abandoned the playground for the two childishly grown men.
“Movie time?”
Suppressing a groan, Hiroto shuffled closer and bumped his head to Tora’s collar, cold fingers sneaking into the other’s coat. He was done for the day and even though he wanted to make Tora happy, he was too lethargic, eyelids too heavy. “Can’t I go home and sleep?” His stomach rumbled in quiet approval, handful of cheerios the only thing he’d eaten all day. “So tired…” He mumbled drowsily against Tora’s chest, warm and making him feel the sudden urge to drift off.
Tora rubbed his back sympathetically and tugged him back the way they came. “You have to stay awake til we get home at least.” Alice Nine may be busy, but Hiroto usually bore twice the workload with Karasu interviews and appearances.
“Sorry… You can go watch the movie without me, I’ll make it home.”
Snorting, Tora simply kept them walking.
---
“Sorry,” Hiroto yawned again, collapsing on the bed. His body felt unbelievably heavy. “I know how much you want to go see that new… that new…”
Tora hushed him with a finger, smiling fondly at already drooping eyelids. “Don’t be sorry. I know it’s not your thing, I was just kidding about the movies.”
Hiroto’s breathing evened out with a small nod. “Should go watch… with Nao…”
“Yeah,” he reassured softly.
Once he was sure Hiroto was fast asleep, Tora stood up and tip-toed out the room.
---
The skies were beginning to dim, bright blue slowly fading to red, when Hiroto woke up. He wasn’t the only one in bed either.
“What are you doing?”
Squeezing Hiroto’s hand in his, Tora smiled, “Watching you sleep.”
“But I thought… movies...” He squeezed back and wiggled closer into an open embrace.
“Nao was still asleep,” came Tora’s reply, not that he’d called or anything. He drew his other hand up to gently scratch the back of Hiroto’s head, nails combing through hair and just barely scraping the nape of a neck, making him shiver. “And your tickets are cheaper.”
Hiroto burst into laughter at that.
“You're so weird.”
Frowning, Tora looked down at the head on his chest shaking with mirth.
“What, I’m not being weird.”
“Why are you being so nice today? It’s weird.”
“It's not weird, I'm nice to you every day. I love you remember?”
“I know that,” Hiroto snorted, “But you’re never this nice. I think I almost gagged, that was really corny.” He started giggling, but then stopped, eyes widening, as a sudden thought occurred to him. “Wait. You’re not being really nice because you broke my guitar or something did you?”
He’d left one of his favorite guitars at Tora’s last week.
Last week.
Tora was never this disgustingly sweet.
Everything made so much sense now.
“You don’t have to be mean about it,” Tora pouted, rolling over so Hiroto was pressed into the mattress. “Can’t I just be nice to be nice? And for your information, no, I didn’t break Korina-chan and it’s Valentine’s Day. I thought I’d do something special, but then decided I’d rather do whatever you wanted.”
The look on Hiroto’s face was completely shocked. It was that time of the year already? He must have lost the memo. Flushing an embarrassed pink, he recalled the very first Valentine’s Day he’d dared put the moves on Tora and ask him out for a drink. Mortified, he was mortified, had been especially mortified when Tora mumbled back something about being on a date. The larger man seemed to be reading his thoughts though, because he smirked and eyes softened.
“For the record, it was awkward and I didn’t want to be there.”
Pressing a small kiss to Hiroto’s heated cheek, he tried not to let on how anxious he was about his next confession.
“And…”
Hiroto looked up. There was more?
“… I want you to move in with me.”
Nervous silence permeated the bedroom windows while he waited for Hiroto’s reply. The suspense itched at his feet, made his fingers sweat. It was as if everything had built up to this moment. But then again didn’t everything always lead up to this moment? Hiroto was constantly spending the night, his own apartment barely used, and Mogu was basically his parents’. This was what relationships grew into, homes. It made sense right?
Say yes, say yes, say yes, Tora chanted in his head.
“Oi!”
Knuckles rapped against his skull and he realized his eyes had been squeezed shut.
“What are you looking all constipated for?” Hiroto laughed, burrowing in for a hug. “I practically live here already.”
He snorted and tangled their legs together.
It was true enough. More than true.
Though that didn’t stop the goofy grin from plastering itself across Tora’s face.
A/N:
OMG the fluff and corn! *shrivels up* Well err… Happy Early Valentine’s Day. This is officially a fic journal now? And I started making tiny graphics to go along with the stories! Overcoming Shy lawl Pon playing guitar near the toilets XD
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 034 Paranoia (Pierrot)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: fluff, corn
Comments: Standing on his hind legs Chicken appeared, front paws curled around the bed's edge, delicate features giving his master's bedmate a calculating look. Oh yes. Be prepared for some teeth rotting fluff and corn D8
Valentine's Day
There was nothing quite as satisfying as waking up with nothing to do. After a month full of work, work, work and with the prospect of an upcoming month full of lives, Hiroto was content simply to lay curled up in bed with his PSP. Which was a good thing since Tora was still fast asleep, warm at his back.
He didn't know why he bothered renting out his own place when most of the day was spent at the studio and office, the rest of the time at Tora's or his parents' house. At least he knew Mogu had company when he wasn't around. Some days Hiroto felt like he was out the door too early and back in too late. He'd adopted the ball of fluff on whim, impulsively signing papers and buying supplies, and didn't realize how little free time he had until he had returned to his flat and the excitable pup was scampering all over the place. Hiroto didn't have the heart to return Mogu, but at least he knew his parents had the time and patience to raise him.
Sucking on his upper lip, he punched a couple buttons in rapid succession, hands sweaty from the adrenaline game rush.
A sashaying tail came sliding into view.
Standing on his hind legs Chicken appeared, front paws curled around the bed's edge, delicate features giving his master's bedmate a calculating look. Seeing the questioning flick of a tail, Hiroto briefly paused his game to stare back.
Tora would be pissed if he let Chicken on the bed again... probably spray them both with water.
Chicken's chubby frame tensed, claws digging into the sheets.
"No," Hiroto hissed, barely mouthing the words under his breath.
Figures he would be pleading with a cat.
Chicken simply ignored him and hopped onto the bed, paws sinking into the pillow beneath Hiroto's head and moving to situate himself somewhere Tora would feel. Shit. Still hastily stabbing at the buttons on his PSP while simultaneously trying to nudge Chicken in some far away general direction with his arms, he wound up bending all the way back and smacking Tora in the head.
The older man grunted and probably would've gone back to sleep, but then a soft head bumped his knuckles, loud purring and whiny meow stirring him awake.
"What the fuck Chicken, get off my bed."
Hiroto watched with wide eyes, flinching guiltily at the harsh tone as Tora shoved his cat clean off the bed. Biting his lip, he quietly turned off his PSP, keeping perfectly still and hoping the other wouldn't put two and two together. Getting snapped at was no fun and Tora was especially grouchy when pissed off this early in the morning.
His anticipation was duly met.
A heavy hand reached over and bopped him on the head, not hard but chastising. Then rough fingers abruptly tangled in his hair and Hiroto almost panicked; hair pulling couldn’t be a good sign. Bodies turned and weight shifted as Tora flipped him around and sunk his teeth into a bottom lip, tongue slipping in and hands pulling closer.
"If he starts peeing on the bed again, I'm blaming you."
Hiroto nodded, out of breath when Tora finally pulled away.
"He only does that when he knows you're here," the larger man muttered, half to himself, half to the floor, as he rolled up and out of bed, stooping to pick a fleece zip-up off the floor and pull it on.
Hiroto watched in a daze until raised eyebrows turned his way and he looked down, realizing his hand still clutched the offending gaming device.
"Oh," he grinned sheepishly, waving the PSP, "Sorry."
Snorting, Tora beckoned with his fingers and Hiroto hastily crawled off the bed. He wasn't too sure where his clothes had ended up last night, but it was warm enough to settle for just boxers and he was more relieved Tora hadn’t decided on being grumpy all day. Their fiery tempers were made to match, arguing and sometimes walking out on each other, but Hiroto could think of several more relaxing ways to spend their next few days off.
Trotting into the kitchen he found Tora holding up a random pan and pointing at the stove.
"Want anything?"
Hiroto practically balked, stopping just short of stepping on Tora's cats where they were gathered around food and water bowls. Since when did breakfast extend beyond cardboard boxes and drive-thru windows?
"Whatever you feel like making... is fine," he gave the fridge a sidelong glance and hauled out a box of cereal just in case.
Tora exhaled a tired breath and stared at the frying pan.
"Yeah, I don't feel like making anything. Ever." He tugged the box from the younger man's hand and dumped a good amount into the pan.
Laughing, Hiroto grabbed a handful of cheerios and settled himself comfortably atop Tora's lap. The tiny plastic teeth of an unzipped jacket tickled his belly and he curled his arms inward, pressed snug against a comfy chest, fingers popping cereal into his mouth every now and then. Crunching on his own handful, Tora propped his feet up on the only other, forever unused chair, and zipped his baggy hoodie up Hiroto's back and all. It was an odd position, legs straddling hips and what looked to be a bulging purple belly, but it was how they liked it - warm and toasty and together.
"You should get us a rocking chair," Hiroto mumbled, wiping his crumby fingers on the inside of Tora's jacket. He felt lazy and didn't want to do anything but sit like this all day.
"You should get us a rocking chair," Tora countered, scooping up more cereal and loosening into the feel of fingers on his back. There was a question on the tip of his tongue, a tiny and somewhat important one. But he'd rather it stay balanced there for the moment.
"What do you want to do today?" he asked instead.
"Sleep."
Tora had to scoff at that.
"You weren't sleeping when you whacked me on the head."
"I was just about to!" Hiroto huffed. "And that was an accident." He snuck a hand out of the warmth to massage at Tora's scalp. "Poor baby," he smirked, which quickly turned into a loud squawk as the other's fingers began attacking his ribs.
"Stop! S-Stop!" Hiroto giggled in between spasms and huge gulps of air. Struggling was a useless tangle of limbs and warm fleece caught between two bodies and one jacket until Hiroto managed to get a hold of the other’s side and then Tora was the one jerking back, tormentor zipped up against his belly and fingers tickling skin.
"Okay okay!" Tora wailed as Hiroto's poking got higher and worse, closer and closer to the sensitive dip of his armpits. Clamping them down, he stood up and forced Hiroto off his lap, smaller frame sliding down so his face barely met Tora's shoulder and he was half out of the larger man's parachute of a jacket, half hidden in its folds. Tora unzipped the front to make a proposition, fluffy head popping out, all pink cheeks and mischievous laughter.
"How does the park sound?"
Eyes shining even brighter, Hiroto leaned in for a soft peck on the lips.
"Sounds perfect."
---
Tora was being sickenly sweet today. And besides being absolutely suspicious and a tad bit disgusting, it was slightly disturbing.
Now granted, sometimes they were sickenly sweet and on a regular basis too. Tora liked to take it upon himself to make sure Hiroto was properly bundled, buttoned, and zipped before they went out and the younger man had sent Tora some of the sappiest texts he’d ever read (and still kept) in his inbox. But Hiroto honestly couldn't remember the last time someone had pushed him on the swings.
Usually Tora's idea of 'pushing Pon on the swings' involved primary use of boots or bare feet, a lot of complaining, and one sandy-sore bottom afterward. But keeping his musings to himself, Hiroto was determined to enjoy the feel of wind in his hair while it lasted - before Tora decided his foot was way more efficient and that making ditches in the sand was a far better pastime.
They were in the park. More specifically a small patch of green and trees that vaguely passed for a park but was really a kiddie playground. It was too much effort to actually take the train to the nearest 'real' park in the concrete-steel, industrialized city (it would probably be crowded anyways). At least here the little ones stayed away from the 'big kid swing' chained too high to hop tiny limbs onto. Plus their mothers were keeping them a safe distance away from the two shift older men in the corner.
"Want a ride?" Hiroto offered, tipping his head back to look at the other.
"I'm good," Tora replied, arms reaching out to catch the younger's backward swing and push him forward.
About facing, Hiroto still couldn't help but be a little apprehensive. After all this was Tora. Sometimes Tora was just up to no good.
Fifteen minutes later, Tora was still using his hands, this time twisting Hiroto round and round so the swing chains tangled, then letting go for Hiroto to spin flying into circles, laughing the whole way. Very suspicious. As the end of his last spin neared, Hiroto hopped off the seat and stood staring dubiously.
“Want to dig sand ditches?”
Tora looked a little taken aback at the idea, as digging holes in the sand wasn’t something he enjoyed even more so than the prospect of pushing Hiroto on the swings.
“Sure…”
---
Hiroto wondered if this was legal.
Hiroto wondered if Tora was waiting to electrocute himself on a power line before he stopped digging.
“Uh… Tora? You know we can actually afford tickets to the other side of the planet, if you really want to go that bad.”
The older man seemed a bit lost when he looked up from his pile of sand now mostly dirt. He was a good half meter or so into his ditch making and even the kids were starting to give him funny looks. Hiroto was trying hard not to laugh, crouching nearby with fingers just as cold and dirty if no more so.
“I think after you get to a certain point they call the cops,” he snickered helpfully.
Tora blinked.
“Right...”
Stepping out of the hole, he smacked his hands together and looked around dramatically, sun at his back and like he hadn’t just been playing in the dirt.
“Right!” Hiroto grinned, jumping to his feet. “You have to fill that back up.”
Smirking like he was the biggest (which he was), baddest kid on the block, Tora surveyed his territory once again. A good half of the mothers and children had already fled the area. Excellent.
“We have to bury something first.”
“Like what?” Hiroto was genuinely curious this time. He’d once buried a box of memories with his hometown friends, maybe Tora had something special hidden in his pockets.
“Little children,” Tora grinned, speaking just loud enough for the closet child to go wide-eyed on the spot.
Snorting, Hiroto began shoving dirt and sand back into the hole. “Little children. Riiiighhhhht?!?! TORA PUT ME DOWN.” Seemingly unperturbed, Tora scooped his feet out from under him and plopped Hiroto down into the hole. It was really only big enough for his butt to get stuck in, but Hiroto was half-worried the other would start dumping dirt in his lap. Luckily Tora only grinned and squatted down next to him, nearby children running away squealing to their mothers.
“Just kidding.” He ruffled Hiroto’s hair, eyes zooming in on a lazy, winged creature bobbing hopefully near the trashcan. “Bet you I can catch that bird though.”
Rolling his eyes, Hiroto struggled to his feet and turned just in time to watch Tora sneak up on the poor pigeon. It flew away just in time, but what the hell was that fool doing? The older man seemed bent on making a mess and causing a ruckus and he was being silly and confusing and kind of fun all at the same time. But mostly tiring, which was mostly due to his own paranoia but at least he’d gotten Tora digging ditches like he usually did.
Shaking his head, Hiroto finished filling the hole, flattening sand beneath his boots and waiting by the slide for the other to finish climbing up the wrong end then slide back down the ramp. It was barely big enough for him to fit, but at least by now everyone had mostly abandoned the playground for the two childishly grown men.
“Movie time?”
Suppressing a groan, Hiroto shuffled closer and bumped his head to Tora’s collar, cold fingers sneaking into the other’s coat. He was done for the day and even though he wanted to make Tora happy, he was too lethargic, eyelids too heavy. “Can’t I go home and sleep?” His stomach rumbled in quiet approval, handful of cheerios the only thing he’d eaten all day. “So tired…” He mumbled drowsily against Tora’s chest, warm and making him feel the sudden urge to drift off.
Tora rubbed his back sympathetically and tugged him back the way they came. “You have to stay awake til we get home at least.” Alice Nine may be busy, but Hiroto usually bore twice the workload with Karasu interviews and appearances.
“Sorry… You can go watch the movie without me, I’ll make it home.”
Snorting, Tora simply kept them walking.
---
“Sorry,” Hiroto yawned again, collapsing on the bed. His body felt unbelievably heavy. “I know how much you want to go see that new… that new…”
Tora hushed him with a finger, smiling fondly at already drooping eyelids. “Don’t be sorry. I know it’s not your thing, I was just kidding about the movies.”
Hiroto’s breathing evened out with a small nod. “Should go watch… with Nao…”
“Yeah,” he reassured softly.
Once he was sure Hiroto was fast asleep, Tora stood up and tip-toed out the room.
---
The skies were beginning to dim, bright blue slowly fading to red, when Hiroto woke up. He wasn’t the only one in bed either.
“What are you doing?”
Squeezing Hiroto’s hand in his, Tora smiled, “Watching you sleep.”
“But I thought… movies...” He squeezed back and wiggled closer into an open embrace.
“Nao was still asleep,” came Tora’s reply, not that he’d called or anything. He drew his other hand up to gently scratch the back of Hiroto’s head, nails combing through hair and just barely scraping the nape of a neck, making him shiver. “And your tickets are cheaper.”
Hiroto burst into laughter at that.
“You're so weird.”
Frowning, Tora looked down at the head on his chest shaking with mirth.
“What, I’m not being weird.”
“Why are you being so nice today? It’s weird.”
“It's not weird, I'm nice to you every day. I love you remember?”
“I know that,” Hiroto snorted, “But you’re never this nice. I think I almost gagged, that was really corny.” He started giggling, but then stopped, eyes widening, as a sudden thought occurred to him. “Wait. You’re not being really nice because you broke my guitar or something did you?”
He’d left one of his favorite guitars at Tora’s last week.
Last week.
Tora was never this disgustingly sweet.
Everything made so much sense now.
“You don’t have to be mean about it,” Tora pouted, rolling over so Hiroto was pressed into the mattress. “Can’t I just be nice to be nice? And for your information, no, I didn’t break Korina-chan and it’s Valentine’s Day. I thought I’d do something special, but then decided I’d rather do whatever you wanted.”
The look on Hiroto’s face was completely shocked. It was that time of the year already? He must have lost the memo. Flushing an embarrassed pink, he recalled the very first Valentine’s Day he’d dared put the moves on Tora and ask him out for a drink. Mortified, he was mortified, had been especially mortified when Tora mumbled back something about being on a date. The larger man seemed to be reading his thoughts though, because he smirked and eyes softened.
“For the record, it was awkward and I didn’t want to be there.”
Pressing a small kiss to Hiroto’s heated cheek, he tried not to let on how anxious he was about his next confession.
“And…”
Hiroto looked up. There was more?
“… I want you to move in with me.”
Nervous silence permeated the bedroom windows while he waited for Hiroto’s reply. The suspense itched at his feet, made his fingers sweat. It was as if everything had built up to this moment. But then again didn’t everything always lead up to this moment? Hiroto was constantly spending the night, his own apartment barely used, and Mogu was basically his parents’. This was what relationships grew into, homes. It made sense right?
Say yes, say yes, say yes, Tora chanted in his head.
“Oi!”
Knuckles rapped against his skull and he realized his eyes had been squeezed shut.
“What are you looking all constipated for?” Hiroto laughed, burrowing in for a hug. “I practically live here already.”
He snorted and tangled their legs together.
It was true enough. More than true.
Though that didn’t stop the goofy grin from plastering itself across Tora’s face.
A/N:
OMG the fluff and corn! *shrivels up* Well err… Happy Early Valentine’s Day. This is officially a fic journal now? And I started making tiny graphics to go along with the stories! Overcoming Shy lawl Pon playing guitar near the toilets XD
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