Tooru has been up on his feet all god damn day and it's only when he's in his private quarters does he get an actual break.
Why can't anyone else deal with this diplomatic bullshittery?
None of these old heads can let go of their thousand year old grudges because someone stole a fucking goat however long ago and Tooru has to sit here with a smile on his face as he tries to make peace between Seijoh and Shiratorizawa.
There is peace, well some peace if you believe what the papers say, but there's still spats and stupid conflicts that fall on Tooru's shoulder's because /he/ was made diplomat to Shiratorizawa.
The one person who could make it work.
Lies, it's all big, fat, ridiculous LIES.
Gods he should've just joined the army and died a sweet death on the battlefield as that would be vastly preferable to all this.
Tooru tossed his clothes off, kicked his boots somewhere, and sank into the steamy tub that the servants had ready for him after his dinner.
The floral smells of the oils they put into the water filled the room and set him at ease.
He could drown himself, you know.
He was so far into his head that he hadn't heard the soft footsteps of someone coming in. Probably a good thing since he was three second away from biting anyone's head off.
Tooru blinked his eyes open and craned his neck to see the crowned prince standing there.
An offering in the form a small cake was on a plate in his hands.
"Always wide awake for you, your highness."
Wakatoshi let out a quiet hum, then located a wooden stool to pull up to the side of the tub and sat down.
The sight of him alone had Tooru relaxing in the warm water, they hadn't much alone time since Tooru arrived a few days ago with business on his mind… zero pleasure.
"Is that another one of Satori's experimental concoctions?"
"No, I made it, with his assistance."
"Ooo, to be the princes taste taster~"
"It's for your birthday, Tooru."
Oooooh… wow, huh. Tooru forgot all about that. He drank with his friends back home before leaving, but… anything concerning his birth just escaped his mind.
The use of his name had the prince perking up in his subtle way as he went to cut a slice of the cake.
"I wanted to celebrate with you this morning, but… everything kept getting in the way."
"Personally, I'm a fan of purging your royal court, they kept interrupting us."
"I'll take that into consideration."
Wakatoshi held out a piece of the cake and Tooru ate it right off of the utensil.
"Divine, heavenly, ethereal as expected from my prince."
"Good, I was worried you would dislike it."
"Have I ever hated anything about you in our time together, love?"
A faint blush appeared on Wakatoshi's cheeks and Tooru curled his finger for the prince to lean over the tub and kiss him.
"Feed me more cake and spend the night here?"
"Anything you request of me, Tooru."
Despite his range of complaints that King Matsukawa was sure to hear on his return, Tooru was hopeful about his work here.
And if anything, Wakatoshi could swing his big sword around to scare them all into complying.
Finally getting to spend a peaceful night with his prince though? Worth all the annoyances.
There's a reason he campaigned so hard to work in Shiratorizawa, after all…
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