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Mei: Yes, I do… number ten.

Shirakawa: This is fucking ridiculous.

Mei: Just say that you’re jealous just because you’re in the fifth place.

Carlos: Hey, Mei. Your fans asked me to hand this to you.

               The catcher’s brows furrow slightly at the words spoken in a foreign tongue. He goes over each of them in his mind, slowly translating the sentence, the color draining from his face as he does so. 

                         ❝ M-Mei-chan… ❞

               He supposes that he should have warned his boyfriend about the multilingual chef ahead of time…

          ❛ Kazu-chan. ❜

     He gives a short laugh at the statement.

              “ Ha! Good mannerisms? Who knew he’d grow up to be such a great actor. And don’t tell you think you’re being polite here. ”

   He raises an eyebrow.

           “ Surely you know nothing of the life of an owner chef – I’m much more than a mere chef. ”

          ❛ I wouldn’t say he’s a great actor. He only manages to deceive those who don’t pay enough attention is all. ❜

     He tears his attention from the menu, turning to grin at the man.

          ❛ Oh, I know I’m being rude. ❜

     He turns back to the menu.

     Turning back, he looks around to assure that Kazuya’s annoying uncle isn’t paying attention before leaning in close. He grins, wrapping his arms around Miyuki’s bicep before whispering.

                 “ Well, it’d be a wonder if your palate could even comprehend the flavors arranged within my recette. It’s highly doubtful. The only reason Kazuya can tolerate such a high class meal is because I’ve been polishing his palate since birth. ”

      He gives the blonde a smirk and an easy shrug.

                “ So lets not waste my ingredients, yes? ”

          ❛ I see Kazuya doesn’t get his good mannerisms from you. Do you always treat your customers like this? ❜

     He turns his back to him, sitting himself down at a table and picking up the menu.

                   “ That, I am, ” he says somewhat proudly – though it’s hardly anything to do with being Miyuki’s uncle.

      “ I’ve never heard of you, Narumiya Mei. And since you’re in my restaurant, I at least hope you can afford an appetizer. ”

     He scoffs.

          ❛ The only way you’ll be getting me to pay is if you actually serve me something I’ll like. ❜

     Blue eyes scanned the room, running down the walls, past the decour and to the floor. His lip curled up, looking less than impressed with his surroundings.

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            Shinomiya waits until his nephew leaves for the restroom, his eyes falling on the short blonde before him for a few seconds after before he speaks. 

                   “ I recall summoning my nephew for a meal, but I don’t remember telling him to bring someone to tag along. Who are you? ”

          ❛ I invited myself. ❜

     He corrected him, looking the stranger up and down and deciding there wasn’t much to see. Instead, he stuck his nose up in the air and crossed his arms. 

                “ First thing’s first, I wasn’t staring at her chest – she just thought I was. ”

   He turns his nose up at the blonde, glaring.

               “ Secondly, I am an ass man. ”

          ❛ Don’t look at me like that! I wasn’t the one staring at some girl’s chest! ❜

     He pulls his shirt on and laughs a bit.

          ❛ Boobs? A girl smacked you because you were staring at her chest? ❜

     He scrunched up his face in confusion.

               ❝ I know, right? That’s one of the best things a guy can hear from his boyfriend. ❞ Miyuki didn’t stray far either, keeping close and pressing his lips to the pitcher’s jaw now. He lingers here for a moment before traveling up to kiss him proper. A hand rests against his boyfriend’s thigh and he gives it a squeeze before pulling back. 

               ❝ Alright, alright – let’s get started. ❞ The captain grabs the nail file resting on his nightstand and settles down beside Mei. From his seated position, it’s easy to rest Mei’s palm against his thigh and start working on filing his nails before he applies a coat. 

                         ❝ At least you don’t bite anymore. Remember when you went through that phase in middle school? ❞

     With each kiss, Mei leaned slightly closer to the man to subtly encourage him to keep up with the positive attention. Though, the affection was short and sweet as Kazuya’s attention was redirected to Mei’s nails.

     Typically, he hated filing his nails. The feeling of the file was uncomfortable and felt like he was scratching a chalkboard, though he’d remain patient only because Kazuya’s smile put him in a good mood. In the meantime, while the catcher worked on his right hand, he looked down to his left.

          ❛ My sister kept telling me it was bad and I wouldn’t listen... ❜

     He paused, his lips twitching in annoyance at the memory.

          ❛ She put vinegar on my fingers while I was napping so when I went to bite on my nails, it’d taste bad. ❜

     He huffs and watches Miyuki at work.

@soliitarvs

               WITH THE NEW first years all moved in, it’s rare that Miyuki gets a moment to himself like this. So each and every time the opportunity arises, he takes full advantage. Tonight, he’s invited his boyfriend over for a little relaxing quality time and maybe a bit more if he plays his cards right (he usually does). 

                         ❝ You still want me to do your nails? ❞ the catcher asks, holding up the bottle of nail strengthening clear polish so Mei can clearly see it. ❝ Might wanna invest in some if you’re planning on keeping yours on the longer side. ❞

               A LITTLE SMIRK twitches at the corner of his mouth and he makes his way over to the bed, plopping down beside the pitcher. Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to his partner’s cheek. 

                         ❝ I’ve gotten better at it, y’know. The steadiest pair of hands in all of Seidou, if you ask me. Pretty sure they’ll start calling me that soon, too. ❞

     Tonight, it was easier to sneak into Seidou’s campus. More so than usual. When he slipped into Kazuya’s dorm the first thing he did was kick of his shoes, shed his jacket and fall onto his bed. He missed it. Kazuya’s sheets, his voice. He missed the man in general.

     A pale hand, his own hand, lifted off of the mattress and into his line of vision. He was looking at his fingers, calloused and rough from all those hours of relentless practicing. Perhaps... his nails did need some polishing. 

     His hand dropped to his side and he sat up.  

          ❛ Yeah, I still want you to do them. ❜

     Mei  couldn’t help, but smile when his eyes traced the curves of Kazuya’s lips. He missed that smirk of his too, no matter how annoying it could be.