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(fic) sk8 the infinity | joe/cherry
Because of that new animedia cover.
“Would you like whipped cream with that?” The girl behind the counter asks. She’s barely taller than Miya and is probably on her tiptoes.
“N—“ Kaoru begins, but he pauses when he feels Kojiro press against his side. It would be subtle if Kojiro wasn’t so big. Kaoru exhales, smiling politely. “Yes please.”
“Love you,” Kojiro murmurs, as they shuffle down the queue.
Kaoru grabs a long spoon for him along with a straw for himself. “You’re paying me back for this.”
“Cheapskate. Like I don’t feed you for free all the time.” Kojiro puts his spoon in his mouth, grinning around it. “Hey. Say it back.”
Kaoru scoffs, glancing over at where Reki’s still helping Langa decide on a drink.
He’s saved when his name is called. He collects his drink and busies himself unwrapping his straw but doesn’t bother with a lid. He walks away from the counter, waiting near the entrance and raising an eyebrow for Kojiro to follow.
Kojiro pulls the spoon out of his mouth, aiming for the cream. Kaoru wrinkles his nose, holding his drink out of reach.
“Germs.”
“Do you need me to remind you where your mouth has been?” Kojiro asks patiently.
“I will murder you in your sleep,” Kaoru says with his sweetest smile.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” Kojiro grins, taking a small scoop of Kaoru’s cream.
“And you’re a bumbling oaf,” Kaoru replies, tilting his drink a little so it’s easier for Kojiro to scoop at the cream.
“Love you too,” he mutters, the next time Kojiro leans in with his spoon.
“Was that so hard?”
“Excruciating,” Kaoru replies flatly. He spots Reki and Langa walking over with a drink as well. “Never expect it again.”
“Too bad,” Kojiro sighs and runs his hand down Kaoru’s back, the most affection he can get away with showing in public. “I’m gonna. Gonna make you say it again.”
Kaoru looks over at Kojiro, who somehow has cream at the corner of his mouth, and thinks to himself that he really, truly, loves this man.
“Of course you are.”
“Would you like whipped cream with that?” The girl behind the counter asks. She’s barely taller than Miya and is probably on her tiptoes.
“N—“ Kaoru begins, but he pauses when he feels Kojiro press against his side. It would be subtle if Kojiro wasn’t so big. Kaoru exhales, smiling politely. “Yes please.”
“Love you,” Kojiro murmurs, as they shuffle down the queue.
Kaoru grabs a long spoon for him along with a straw for himself. “You’re paying me back for this.”
“Cheapskate. Like I don’t feed you for free all the time.” Kojiro puts his spoon in his mouth, grinning around it. “Hey. Say it back.”
Kaoru scoffs, glancing over at where Reki’s still helping Langa decide on a drink.
He’s saved when his name is called. He collects his drink and busies himself unwrapping his straw but doesn’t bother with a lid. He walks away from the counter, waiting near the entrance and raising an eyebrow for Kojiro to follow.
Kojiro pulls the spoon out of his mouth, aiming for the cream. Kaoru wrinkles his nose, holding his drink out of reach.
“Germs.”
“Do you need me to remind you where your mouth has been?” Kojiro asks patiently.
“I will murder you in your sleep,” Kaoru says with his sweetest smile.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” Kojiro grins, taking a small scoop of Kaoru’s cream.
“And you’re a bumbling oaf,” Kaoru replies, tilting his drink a little so it’s easier for Kojiro to scoop at the cream.
“Love you too,” he mutters, the next time Kojiro leans in with his spoon.
“Was that so hard?”
“Excruciating,” Kaoru replies flatly. He spots Reki and Langa walking over with a drink as well. “Never expect it again.”
“Too bad,” Kojiro sighs and runs his hand down Kaoru’s back, the most affection he can get away with showing in public. “I’m gonna. Gonna make you say it again.”
Kaoru looks over at Kojiro, who somehow has cream at the corner of his mouth, and thinks to himself that he really, truly, loves this man.
“Of course you are.”