[ haruichi's smile doesn't move off of his face even when zono gets to fire a shot off--it hits the bottom of the table and not haruichi, and he puts his hand on the rim of it as he squats back down. this was a good game, one they should play more often.
(it's admittedly the best kind of game because haruichi won but. he's a professional baseball player, he's supposed to be a little competitive.)
said smile does change a little from a ryousuke kominato brand to a more genuine one, a little brighter as he picks his gun up and hits kenta from short distance with one of the nerf darts, so it bounces harmlessly off his forehead. boink! he will take his victory with a smile.
haruichi tips into the small space easily to kiss his cheek, then rocks back on his heels. ] Good game.
[If Kenta wasn't distracted by the dart--his own dart, of which he is deeply ashamed--bouncing back at him, he might've noticed that switch a little sooner, but even if he did it's not like he could have done anything about it. He's trapped in a chair leg prison of his own making and he can only accept it with dignity when Hariuchi's dart pokes harmlessly at his forehead. At least Haruichi's smiling, so even if Kenta's sulking like a kid he can still appreciate that not all is really lost. Not even the sulk can stick around after Haruichi takes the first of his spoils as a kiss on Kenta's cheek.
He sets his gun down and looks back to see just how firmly he's trapped himself, but it's not that bad.]
You too. ... If I just stay under here, does that mean we can order takeout instead?
[It's not that he's a bad cook or even that he dislikes cooking, but the idea of admitting total defeat and curling up with Haruichi while waiting for the doorbell has its appeal too. Either way, though, the first step is scooting backward and trying not to be too embarrassed by the scrape of the chair his legs are tangled in as he does so.]
[ haruichi laughs, a tinkling thing as he settles back and watches kenta try to work his way out of his chair prison. he's absolutely no help, considering all he does is watch, but it's cute and hey, he got himself into this mess. he can work himself out too.
as for his question, though, he hums, a thoughtful little noise. watching kenta make him dinner for victory sounds nice, but he has been gone all day, and haruichi's been alone on one of his offseason days. ] Would we be eating under here, too?
[ his teasing's affectionate, though, and he effortlessly pulls himself out from underneath the table (benefit of being tiny) and now, finally, comes across to offer zono his hand. ] We can do it tomorrow.
[ "you're definitely not getting out of it, though" is in his tone, though he can convey it with a smile. ]
[Kenta's very aware that this awkward escape has an audience but it's hardly the least dignified thing Haruichi's ever seen him do. It may be in the top five, though.
The look he shoots Haruichi when he finally gets enough space to roll off his stomach is more sulky than actually hurt. Kenta's reply is more of a mutter than a retort, too. He knows how he looks right now.] This made perfect sense at the time, you know. It's not that I like being under the table.
[The fluid motion of his husband standing up and coming around to him to help him up banishes the sulk easily, but Kenta's not completely resigned. Haruichi may be smaller and quicker than he is, but there are advantages to being Kenta's size, too.
Such as being able to take Haruichi's wrist in his hand and hold him in place while Kenta stands up, then leans down for at the very least a welcome home hug. The war is over. ... And maybe he can still get out of cooking. But he mostly just wants a consolation hug.]
[ haruichi just smiles at zono's muttered reply, tilting his head to the side innocently. yes, sweetheart, it says, of course i understand that. it's beyond funny to watch him, though haruichi is plenty polite and does not A) say the patronizing thing out loud or B) laugh at him, as perhaps any of his former batchmates might have done. it's cute funny, anyway, as kenta always has been.
he holds still when he pulls him up with no problem, and a fond little smile tugs at his mouth when kenta leans down for a hug. haruichi's just fine meeting him there: he stands up on his tippytoes and lifts his arms to come around kenta's neck, relishing in the warm little feeling that always rushes around his chest when they get together. he's warm and solid and a presence that haruichi got used to in their years together, whether that was at first base or by his side in the kitchen or curled up with him in bed.
so not only does he get his consolation hug, but haruichi lets go after a moment to splay his small fingers across his cheeks and pull him down a little further for a kiss, a quick little peck. ]
Welcome home. [ he says, a little mischievous but mostly sincere. ]
[It's a critical difference between Haruichi and some of the others in his year. He always knew they basically respected him but Haruichi went further and actually treated him with respect, even in moments like this when Kenta knew he wasn't exactly at his most respectable. It made an already outstanding person stand out even more; sometimes Kenta still can't believe Haruichi picked somebody like him.
He gives Haruichi a little squeeze before he lets go, enjoying the feeling of how he just fits in the circle of Kenta's arms, and he smiles into the kiss. It's quick but familiar, a settling back in after the unexpected way he got greeted. ]
You could've just started with that, you know. [There's no animosity in it at all, though. Instead Kenta just follows up with a kiss to Haruichi's bangs, then he leans on the counter, arms crossed thoughtfully.]
Where'd you even come up with this, anyway? Hopefully you didn't just decide you wanted to shoot me.
[ yeah, he could've just started with that, but then it would have been just like any other day, wouldn't it? haruichi's expression stays tinted with that little bit of mischief, though he does duck his head a little into the familiar kiss to his bangs. even years and years later, it's sometimes still a little strange not to have his childhood security blanket; for what it's worth, kenta had known him with both and liked him both ways.
their relationship is a long lasting one. maybe in other circumstances, in a different place or a different life, they'd be cooed over for being high school sweethearts. the private life suits haruichi just fine, though--he savors it when he's on the road. ]
Mm, they were on sale at the store when I went to pick up a new set of sheets. [ he shrugs his shoulders, then smiles up at him when he leans on the counter, not so ready just to pull away from him all the way yet. ] Maybe the off-season's getting to me.
[ his gaze flicks up to the top of kenta's forehead and back down, like he's sizing him up. that exercise did make him hungry... ] ...You know, I could be convinced to find a good excuse for takeout.
[ There's no such thing as just like any other day with Haruichi around, at least not in Kenta's opinion. That doesn't mean there are a lot of days like this one, though. Haruichi really outdid himself.
Kenta nods and smiles a little as Haruichi explains just how he came to be fully armed. New sheets... it's little things like that, the trappings of complete domesticity, that get his heart fluttering. This time is no exception, either, but the way Haruichi looks up at him after that certainly doesn't stop that flutter. He unfolds his arms and lets them settle on Haruichi's shoulders instead. ]
Well... cooking takes longer, and then there's dishes, plus that means having to go out to go shopping tomorrow. Takeout means eating sooner, maybe having leftovers for breakfast, no cleanup.
[ He's thinking about a couple of other reasons that mostly have to do with the aforementioned new sheets, but it's too embarrassing to say that out loud. The red around his ears might give him away a little, though. ]
[ haruichi tilts his head to the side as kenta starts counting off all the different reasons that they should get takeout. now, naturally, he believes in punishment when punishment is due--as a kominato, it's practically in his blood to be competitive--but he also believes in enjoying every minute of off season time they have together.
after all, once the season comes around, there will be weeks at a time where he doesn't get to see kenta at all. where skype calls have to fill in a void he's not really used to having--one he hasn't experienced since the third years graduated back at seido--and it sucks. they have to use all the time they have.
if haruichi's competitive, he's just as devious, though his innocent tone belies that. ] And-- [ he adds, his gaze scanning over zono's face, out to his red ears, and back ] I think we have new sheets to break in.
[ haruichi tangles his fingers together lightly behind his head where his arms are still resting, then brings them in to cup his cheeks, calloused palms against sharper cheekbones. (he doesn't quite have to stand on his toes, but he definitely has to reach.) ] Right?
[ It's when he sees Haruichi's attention flick to his ears that Kenta knows he's probably gotten out of cooking duty, at least for tonight. He's glad but not because he doesn't want to cook, or particularly because he wants to do... other things (even though he really does). He'd just rather spend time doing something where he can give Haruichi his full attention just like he was doing when they were in the middle of their nerf gunfight. Cooking would've been a distraction. He's fine with a punishment deferred. Maybe he'll make breakfast tomorrow instead. Kenta can do toast and coffee.
When Haruichi's hands come to rest on his face, chances are he'll be able to feel the way Kenta's cheeks warm both from the touch and the implication. He lets his finger play with the ends of Haruichi's hair as he does his very best to maintain a relaxed appearance, but, well. Your husband is a weak man, Haruichi. ]
Mmm, riiight. [ Kenta lets himself slide just a little down the front of the cabinet, mostly to put himself on a more even height with Haruichi. ] Should we order now or later? Just how hungry are you?
[ Please humor him, he's doing his very best to make that sound flirty. ]
[ haruichi takes a second to just appreciate zono's attempt at being flirtatious, and though it doesn't inspire him to leap on him and shout take me i'm yours or anything like that, but it does create a familiar flush of warmth and affection in his chest. his spouse is really the cutest, from what he said to the way his cheeks warmed under his hands, and though haruichi never would have expected this the first day he met zono, he's glad that it happened.
he thumbs his cheeks and tamps down what feels like a manic grin oncoming into a quirk of his lips instead, subtle as he lets him slide down closer to his height. it lets haruichi get off his tippytoes, and he tilts his head to the side and humors him.
life would be boring if he didn't humor him, after all. (and he's just so cute, how could he not? haruichi's still just as into his husband as he was the day they first started dating, for so many reasons.) ]
Pretty hungry. [ and his response is a little wry, because he can't entirely stop himself from reacting. he can play along though, and haruichi thumbs his cheeks again, more comfortable now that he's flat footed, tilting his head in naturally as if asking for a kiss. ] Though maybe not for delivery.
[ Kenta would have no idea what to do if Haruichi jumped on him like that. He knows he's not smooth; he only had to watch people who legitimately were, like Haruichi's brother or even, though he was loathe to admit it, Miyuki, and he knew what smoothness looked like. That being said, he knows he doesn't have to be smooth. Haruichi loves him for exactly who he is, weak attempts at flirtation and all.
For his part, Kenta knows when Haruichi's doing his best to be A Proper Kominato and not smile when he really wants to, and he can see it on his face right now. It's gratifying but not nearly as gratifying as Haruichi's actual reply. It occurs to Kenta as Haruichi speaks and especially as he leans in that he never did get to give his husband a kiss hello. Seems almost criminal.
Time to remedy that. His kiss isn't tentative but it is pretty gentle; this isn't, "I haven't seen you in ten days and I can't stop thinking about the face you made when you hit that home run in Sapporo," or anything for all that it is a welcome home. Still, even if it's not scorching passion, the way Kenta's hands settle on the back of Haruichi's neck should make it obvious he's not exactly in a hurry to pull away, either. ]
[ a kiss hello is something required, after all! haruichi would have to agree. he settles comfortably in the routine of it all, the well known, familiar feeling that never gets old--even years later, there's still just a little spark somewhere in him at kenta's tenderness, the warmth of his mouth on his. his face is just a little scratchy, but haruichi doesn't mind.
he hums, dropping his hands from kenta's face to curl one in the front of his shirt instead, the other moving to his hip and finding his belt loop. it's easy and natural, though haruichi's hands do tend to wander in these situations more often than not, but he holds his time and his patience as he just focuses on the kiss, eventually nibbling lightly at his lower lip to get him to open up a little.
there are fresh new sheets that need to be broken in, and haruichi has a laundry list of ways he'd like to do so, but this--making out in the kitchen, with the sunlight coming in through the windows of their little home, the quiet place they've made for themselves with the yard and the little car in the driveway--this isn't so bad, either. it's a long moment before he's ready to move on. ]
[ Kenta could hardly complain about wandering hands. It's nice, just another way Haruichi finds to amaze him by still being into him. It's not a surprise anymore but it still makes the butterflies wake right up, and he hopes he never does get used to it or take it for granted. Haruichi deserves better and he wants to be that better forever.
He leaves one hand on the back of Haruichi's neck, threading his fingers through the soft pink fringe there, but the other slides down his back to tuck in Haruichi's back pocket. It's a teenage kind of move but it feels in line with the nerf war and skipping out on cooking. Plus, well. Haruichi has a baseball player's ass and Kenta feels he's singularly qualified to appreciate that.
He's in no hurry to wrap this up but there is only so much they can do standing in the kitchen like this. When Kenta feels his pulse starting to pick up, he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against Haruichi's. ]
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damn i'm defeated <3
(it's admittedly the best kind of game because haruichi won but. he's a professional baseball player, he's supposed to be a little competitive.)
said smile does change a little from a ryousuke kominato brand to a more genuine one, a little brighter as he picks his gun up and hits kenta from short distance with one of the nerf darts, so it bounces harmlessly off his forehead. boink! he will take his victory with a smile.
haruichi tips into the small space easily to kiss his cheek, then rocks back on his heels. ] Good game.
\o/
He sets his gun down and looks back to see just how firmly he's trapped himself, but it's not that bad.]
You too. ... If I just stay under here, does that mean we can order takeout instead?
[It's not that he's a bad cook or even that he dislikes cooking, but the idea of admitting total defeat and curling up with Haruichi while waiting for the doorbell has its appeal too. Either way, though, the first step is scooting backward and trying not to be too embarrassed by the scrape of the chair his legs are tangled in as he does so.]
tag bombs to take back victory
as for his question, though, he hums, a thoughtful little noise. watching kenta make him dinner for victory sounds nice, but he has been gone all day, and haruichi's been alone on one of his offseason days. ] Would we be eating under here, too?
[ his teasing's affectionate, though, and he effortlessly pulls himself out from underneath the table (benefit of being tiny) and now, finally, comes across to offer zono his hand. ] We can do it tomorrow.
[ "you're definitely not getting out of it, though" is in his tone, though he can convey it with a smile. ]
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The look he shoots Haruichi when he finally gets enough space to roll off his stomach is more sulky than actually hurt. Kenta's reply is more of a mutter than a retort, too. He knows how he looks right now.] This made perfect sense at the time, you know. It's not that I like being under the table.
[The fluid motion of his husband standing up and coming around to him to help him up banishes the sulk easily, but Kenta's not completely resigned. Haruichi may be smaller and quicker than he is, but there are advantages to being Kenta's size, too.
Such as being able to take Haruichi's wrist in his hand and hold him in place while Kenta stands up, then leans down for at the very least a welcome home hug. The war is over. ... And maybe he can still get out of cooking. But he mostly just wants a consolation hug.]
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he holds still when he pulls him up with no problem, and a fond little smile tugs at his mouth when kenta leans down for a hug. haruichi's just fine meeting him there: he stands up on his tippytoes and lifts his arms to come around kenta's neck, relishing in the warm little feeling that always rushes around his chest when they get together. he's warm and solid and a presence that haruichi got used to in their years together, whether that was at first base or by his side in the kitchen or curled up with him in bed.
so not only does he get his consolation hug, but haruichi lets go after a moment to splay his small fingers across his cheeks and pull him down a little further for a kiss, a quick little peck. ]
Welcome home. [ he says, a little mischievous but mostly sincere. ]
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[It's a critical difference between Haruichi and some of the others in his year. He always knew they basically respected him but Haruichi went further and actually treated him with respect, even in moments like this when Kenta knew he wasn't exactly at his most respectable. It made an already outstanding person stand out even more; sometimes Kenta still can't believe Haruichi picked somebody like him.
He gives Haruichi a little squeeze before he lets go, enjoying the feeling of how he just fits in the circle of Kenta's arms, and he smiles into the kiss. It's quick but familiar, a settling back in after the unexpected way he got greeted. ]
You could've just started with that, you know. [There's no animosity in it at all, though. Instead Kenta just follows up with a kiss to Haruichi's bangs, then he leans on the counter, arms crossed thoughtfully.]
Where'd you even come up with this, anyway? Hopefully you didn't just decide you wanted to shoot me.
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their relationship is a long lasting one. maybe in other circumstances, in a different place or a different life, they'd be cooed over for being high school sweethearts. the private life suits haruichi just fine, though--he savors it when he's on the road. ]
Mm, they were on sale at the store when I went to pick up a new set of sheets. [ he shrugs his shoulders, then smiles up at him when he leans on the counter, not so ready just to pull away from him all the way yet. ] Maybe the off-season's getting to me.
[ his gaze flicks up to the top of kenta's forehead and back down, like he's sizing him up. that exercise did make him hungry... ] ...You know, I could be convinced to find a good excuse for takeout.
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[ There's no such thing as just like any other day with Haruichi around, at least not in Kenta's opinion. That doesn't mean there are a lot of days like this one, though. Haruichi really outdid himself.
Kenta nods and smiles a little as Haruichi explains just how he came to be fully armed. New sheets... it's little things like that, the trappings of complete domesticity, that get his heart fluttering. This time is no exception, either, but the way Haruichi looks up at him after that certainly doesn't stop that flutter. He unfolds his arms and lets them settle on Haruichi's shoulders instead. ]
Well... cooking takes longer, and then there's dishes, plus that means having to go out to go shopping tomorrow. Takeout means eating sooner, maybe having leftovers for breakfast, no cleanup.
[ He's thinking about a couple of other reasons that mostly have to do with the aforementioned new sheets, but it's too embarrassing to say that out loud. The red around his ears might give him away a little, though. ]
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after all, once the season comes around, there will be weeks at a time where he doesn't get to see kenta at all. where skype calls have to fill in a void he's not really used to having--one he hasn't experienced since the third years graduated back at seido--and it sucks. they have to use all the time they have.
if haruichi's competitive, he's just as devious, though his innocent tone belies that. ] And-- [ he adds, his gaze scanning over zono's face, out to his red ears, and back ] I think we have new sheets to break in.
[ haruichi tangles his fingers together lightly behind his head where his arms are still resting, then brings them in to cup his cheeks, calloused palms against sharper cheekbones. (he doesn't quite have to stand on his toes, but he definitely has to reach.) ] Right?
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[ It's when he sees Haruichi's attention flick to his ears that Kenta knows he's probably gotten out of cooking duty, at least for tonight. He's glad but not because he doesn't want to cook, or particularly because he wants to do... other things (even though he really does). He'd just rather spend time doing something where he can give Haruichi his full attention just like he was doing when they were in the middle of their nerf gunfight. Cooking would've been a distraction. He's fine with a punishment deferred. Maybe he'll make breakfast tomorrow instead. Kenta can do toast and coffee.
When Haruichi's hands come to rest on his face, chances are he'll be able to feel the way Kenta's cheeks warm both from the touch and the implication. He lets his finger play with the ends of Haruichi's hair as he does his very best to maintain a relaxed appearance, but, well. Your husband is a weak man, Haruichi. ]
Mmm, riiight. [ Kenta lets himself slide just a little down the front of the cabinet, mostly to put himself on a more even height with Haruichi. ] Should we order now or later? Just how hungry are you?
[ Please humor him, he's doing his very best to make that sound flirty. ]
i never got a notif for this tag ;A;
[ haruichi takes a second to just appreciate zono's attempt at being flirtatious, and though it doesn't inspire him to leap on him and shout take me i'm yours or anything like that, but it does create a familiar flush of warmth and affection in his chest. his spouse is really the cutest, from what he said to the way his cheeks warmed under his hands, and though haruichi never would have expected this the first day he met zono, he's glad that it happened.
he thumbs his cheeks and tamps down what feels like a manic grin oncoming into a quirk of his lips instead, subtle as he lets him slide down closer to his height. it lets haruichi get off his tippytoes, and he tilts his head to the side and humors him.
life would be boring if he didn't humor him, after all. (and he's just so cute, how could he not? haruichi's still just as into his husband as he was the day they first started dating, for so many reasons.) ]
Pretty hungry. [ and his response is a little wry, because he can't entirely stop himself from reacting. he can play along though, and haruichi thumbs his cheeks again, more comfortable now that he's flat footed, tilting his head in naturally as if asking for a kiss. ] Though maybe not for delivery.
no worries <3
[ Kenta would have no idea what to do if Haruichi jumped on him like that. He knows he's not smooth; he only had to watch people who legitimately were, like Haruichi's brother or even, though he was loathe to admit it, Miyuki, and he knew what smoothness looked like. That being said, he knows he doesn't have to be smooth. Haruichi loves him for exactly who he is, weak attempts at flirtation and all.
For his part, Kenta knows when Haruichi's doing his best to be A Proper Kominato and not smile when he really wants to, and he can see it on his face right now. It's gratifying but not nearly as gratifying as Haruichi's actual reply. It occurs to Kenta as Haruichi speaks and especially as he leans in that he never did get to give his husband a kiss hello. Seems almost criminal.
Time to remedy that. His kiss isn't tentative but it is pretty gentle; this isn't, "I haven't seen you in ten days and I can't stop thinking about the face you made when you hit that home run in Sapporo," or anything for all that it is a welcome home. Still, even if it's not scorching passion, the way Kenta's hands settle on the back of Haruichi's neck should make it obvious he's not exactly in a hurry to pull away, either. ]
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he hums, dropping his hands from kenta's face to curl one in the front of his shirt instead, the other moving to his hip and finding his belt loop. it's easy and natural, though haruichi's hands do tend to wander in these situations more often than not, but he holds his time and his patience as he just focuses on the kiss, eventually nibbling lightly at his lower lip to get him to open up a little.
there are fresh new sheets that need to be broken in, and haruichi has a laundry list of ways he'd like to do so, but this--making out in the kitchen, with the sunlight coming in through the windows of their little home, the quiet place they've made for themselves with the yard and the little car in the driveway--this isn't so bad, either. it's a long moment before he's ready to move on. ]
i heard you had a really bad day so :c
He leaves one hand on the back of Haruichi's neck, threading his fingers through the soft pink fringe there, but the other slides down his back to tuck in Haruichi's back pocket. It's a teenage kind of move but it feels in line with the nerf war and skipping out on cooking. Plus, well. Haruichi has a baseball player's ass and Kenta feels he's singularly qualified to appreciate that.
He's in no hurry to wrap this up but there is only so much they can do standing in the kitchen like this. When Kenta feels his pulse starting to pick up, he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against Haruichi's. ]
You want to move this party upstairs?