#doratake

"..Man, I thought my heart would leap out of my chest!" Hanagaki said, finishing the regalement of their past that Draken probably remembered very differently. Hands over his chest, he fell backwards and kicked his legs a little like a schoolgirl with her first crush. If maturity meant that he didn't feel like this anymore, then he was okay being a child forever. "You were so cool, Ken!"

"...You think I'm not cool now?" he prompted as he came out of the kitchen while toweling his hands. He arched his eyebrow at him, before he paused to throw the towel somewhere behind him. When he turned back around, the light caught on the ring he wore on a chain around his neck, and Hanagaki felt like he was melting.

Still, he pretended. He tapped his chin, and had the audacity to pretend to think about it. He watched the way Draken rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, the way he always did when he was with someone that he adored and was annoyed by in equal measures. The sudden thought struck him again. Hanagaki had no idea how he lucked out.

"I guess you're okay," he said, contemplative, but his heart still thundered when their eyes met.

Draken loomed over him, and Hanagaki gave him a cheeky grin.

"Prepare yourself," Draken said, a lop-sided grin on his face, "I'll show you how cool I am all night."

Hanagaki broke down in laughter, lest he lost himself in the abyss of flustered expectations, and Draken scowled.

"Don't laugh!"

But when he leaned down to kiss him, to hold his face still while he peppered kisses all over his brow and cheeks, one of his hands would trail down to the chain on Hanagaki's neck with a matching ring.

"You won't be laughing by the time I'm done with you."