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On any given day, the things that he and Mahito agree on vary.
For all his conservative tastes, Mahito’s tastes run almost opposite—clothing, music, decor, temperatures to keep the house when they go to sleep, but food especially is an area of contention. It’s hard negotiating with someone convinced anything remotely healthy and delicious is some kind of big conspiracy against his well-being.
They make it work, though, despite all odds, except there’s moments like these, when their tastes are so perfectly in sync, they lead back to points of conflict.
The air in the room dances on the edge of tense as the last salted vanilla Pocky left in the box rests against Mahito’s lips. He isn’t a petty man—his attitudes towards things tend to be more generous than most, but there’s a glint in Mahito’s eyes that makes him reluctant to relent. Last week was unbearably long; a fight is the last thing he needs, but it is his money that bought the damn cookies in the first place.
He narrows his eyes. Mahito smiles around the Pocky stick as he tilts his head.
“Could always just share y’know.”
And yes, they could; it’d be no trouble to snap the damn thing in half and go about their evening, but Mahito stares at him in that low-lidded way of his that means trouble, and he knows it won’t just end with an accidental kiss, but,
It’s early in the work week, and there’s nothing else preoccupying his time other than a book he’s really got no interest in. A bit of indulgence... couldn’t hurt. He closes his book and sets it to the side, and Mahito takes that as permission to slide close, closer, ‘till Mahito’s knees bump against his and the edge of the Pocky stick wobbles mere centimeters away.
The evening sun is still out, and he can smell his shampoo in Mahito’s hair, can see the light dusting of freckles that lay against Mahito’s scarred skin like far away constellations. His eyes drop to Mahito’s lips: soft, holding the Pocky like a promise, and he breathes out slow, deep. Mahito’s lips curve, and he looks up just to find Mahito’s low eyes blown, expectant.
It’s rare for them to agree on anything, but there’s times when they meet in the middle.
He’s not one for concessions, but Mahito turns him into a fool.