Your behavior has been a bit strange over the past few weeks. Most of the yatos didn’t care; they all had better stuff to work on, and even worse, if their captain caught their eyes lingering a second too long for his standards on you, the punishment would not be worth the curiosity.
Only Abuto caught something on, the calendar in his office showing a little red heart in the corner of the 14th. Probably you are grieving, suffering from loneliness as he bet you did all your life, as you’ll have to spend it alone this year too.
The blonde man smirks, forefinger scratching the ungroomed bear right under his chin. If only that idiot of a captain took the courage with his two dangerous hands and dared to ask you out, instead of dancing around you like annoying mosquitoes that, at every failed attempt, end up taking blood in... creative ways from others.
“So, guys, since we are all without a date today-” The infamous day you asked for all to come in the kitchen. “I cooked cookies for everybody! This way we can all celebrate.” You smile, the joy shining through the darkened hearts of all the soldiers. Abuto looks around, searching for Kamui, trying to detect his reaction, but he doesn’t even seem to be here.
You smile at everybody while handing the transparent bag with heart-shaped cookies inside. You chit-chat with every man, and Abuto gets reminded why you could easily fit in a ship full of aliens...pirate aliens without a single scratch on you.
“And the captain? You got nothing for him?” The blonde asks when it’s finally his turn.
“I got a nice surprise for him.” Your smile doesn’t leave doubts; you have a plan in your mind. Abuto just hopes it won’t leave you choking in space and with a more bloodthirsty than usual bunny.
“It’s my turn now.” Abuto jumps at Kamui’s voice. The man standing behind him, his usual, dangerous smile gracing his face, skin sweaty as he probably just interrupted his training.
The blonde runs away, trying and failing to look nonchalant, hiding behind the first available wall with his ear perked up to catch every sound.
“Yes, Kamui. Here's your bag.” Your voice is soft, but Kamui doesn’t take your gift.
“Only this for the captain who decided to spare your life and take you to travel around the universe?”
Abuto starts sweating cold, choking on the biscuit that he’s eating. Obviously, she won’t reciprocate your love if you act like that, Abuto thinks, pissed at his captain. Who taught you manners?? Ah, yes, him. A perfect mixture of his own poor manners and Kamui's own hard head, with little to no care about others' feelings.
“Ah! You think I would be unprepared, would you?”
Abuto’s ear perks up. What? You had plan B! The blonde man inches closer, trying to look inside the room with the corner of his eye and...
W-Where does all that stuff come from??? Cakes, parfaits, pookie sticks, is that a chocolate fountain???
He pouts; the biscuits that seemed wonderful now look like scraps in front of that marvel. Kamui’s ahoge seems to swing left and right like a dog's tail, his posture is relaxed, and your expression? The same as someone hitting a jackpot.
That vacuum of his captain didn’t even wait for you to grab a fork, using the pookies as skewers, dripping chocolate cake slices into the chocolate fountain in what would make any nutritionist pass out at the sight.
“Are these good?” You ask, standing next to the sitting captain, Abuto can only see your backs, but you both seem at ease.
“Ve-gnry.” Kamui says, mouth still full.
“I also have another gift for you.” You whisper, Abuto is barely able to hear that, he turns around, looking directly at you.
He holds his breath, time passes in slow motion as...you hug Kamui.
“Thanks for letting me travel with you.” Kamui stays still in your arms, probably not even breathing, exactly like his vice, still hiding and still peeking like a biddy.
“No problem. We also needed a doctor.” Kamuis replies, mouth busy again with food. Abuto hopes Kamui isn’t blushing on his cheeks because the neck is already flaming red.
You sigh, happy with his answer as you stand, freeing the captain from your hug.
“Can I also avoid training?”
Kamui turns, his eyes locking on your face and not on the food for once. A chill runs down Abuto’s spine, a scene he saw unfolding million times.
“No way!” The auburn-haired man smiled at you, like he said the most obvious thing in the world, before going back to stuffing his cheeks with sweets.
It seems that sweetening your captain did you no favor...
