Sweeter Than Icing
Happy Holidays to @franuary! Per your request, soft MakoHaru
Somehow Makoto’s managed to reduce the string of neatly packaged twinkle lights into a Gordian knot. He stares at the lights and sighs. It’s not his fault; it’s Shiro’s. The tiny white kitten attacks the lights again, alternating between hissing and purring.
“Haru!” Makoto calls. “Help me!”
Haru peeks out from the kitchen, his hands covered in flour. He looks down at where Shiro is battling the lights and smiles. It’s that perfect, soft, amused, barely there smile that makes Mako weak.
“I’m baking,” Haru says, holding up his hands as evidence. Makoto sighs. Asking Haru to multitask is a lost cause but this untangling project needs more than two hands, especially with Shiro undoing all of his progress. Shiro pounces on Haru’s slippers, biting and kicking while Haru just stands there and laughs.
“Maybe she’ll go bug you now and I can finally get the lights put up,” Makoto suggests hopefully.
“No cats in the kitchen,” Haru tells Shiro. He gives her a solemn look. Haru always talks to the cat like she actually understands what he’s saying. No baby talk for him. Shiro meows loudly and scampers off towards their bedroom.
“How do you do that?” Makoto asks. “She never listens to me.”
“I share my grilled mackerel with her,” Haru replies. He eyes the jumbled lights and frowns. “I’ll be right back.”
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