#kinoshitafight

Terushima’s lips tasted like cherry lip balm - kind of sweet, kind of artificial, and kind of perfect. But before Hisashi could get more than a taste, Terushima was pulling back. There was terror in his eyes, real and impressive, like Hisashi was going to hit him, or worse. He backed away and slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Terushima?” Hisashi asked, stepping forward. Terushima shook his head.

“I’m sorry!” he blurted, and it was like a dam had burst. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to- I should have asked you first! God! I had this whole plan, I was going to ask you out, take you to dinner, maybe a movie. I don’t even know what kind of movie you like! But I get the feeling you like monster movies, so there was this one- but if you didn’t there was also a rom com- but what if you didn’t like movies at all? What if you didn’t like me at all? So I got scared, and I didn’t ask you, but you were so pretty today, and I just couldn’t help myself! Which is no excuse! You deserve someone who will ask permission, not someone who just jumps you when they-”

“Terushima-”

“And I know I’ve got a reputation, but I promise, none of it’s real, I haven’t even gone out with anyone before, and you’re so perfect, you’ve probably been out with loads of people- or maybe none, that’s fine too! I just think you’re so perfect, because you are! And I’m just me-”

“Teru-”

“And god knows someone like you wouldn’t want to go out with someone like me, but-”

That was the last straw. Hisashi rolled his eyes and stormed over to where Terushima was still babbling, his hand searching for the doorknob that was thankfully a good foot away from his fingers. Hisashi reached up and grabbed Terushima by the face, squishing his cheeks together.

“Shut up,” he said, and kissed him again.

Terushima tasted like cherry lip balm and fear. That wasn’t right. Hisashi kissed him harder, licking at the seam of his lips until he made a broken little sound and kissed him back. That was better. That was much better. Terushima wrapped his fingers in Hisashi’s hair and tugged ever so gently. Hisashi moaned into the kiss, pulling Terushima even closer and winding his arms around his shoulders.

When they finally broke for air, Terushima stared at Hisashi, his eyes wide and his entire body trembling.

“I’m so-”

“If you say you’re sorry one more time I’m kicking you out,” Hisashi droned. He smiled, trying to look soft and inviting. “Look, Terushima, I wanted you to kiss me. And I want to do dinner and movies and whatever else you were babbling about. But mostly I want to kiss you. And I want you to kiss me. Whenever you want to, okay?”

“…You’re being weird about this,” Terushima said.

(whoa my inbox totally ate this???)

who’s the cuddler: noya for sure. he’s very handsy, lol.

who makes the bed: neither. what for?

who wakes up first: noya, but under protest.

who has the weird taste in music: noya. his phone is full of grunge indie rock.

who is more protective: noya definitely. kinoshita is a retreating personality, and noya will rain hell on anyone who walks all over him for it.

who sings in the shower: noya - loudly, badly.

who cries during movies: noya, unabashedly and complete with snot and red eyes.

who spends the most while out shopping: noya, and one of these days it’ll give kinoshita a stroke.

who kisses more roughly: noya

who is more dominant: i wouldn’t say either are dominant, but noya is the more demanding of the two.

Bertie is actually a fairly decent cook 

he taught himself after his parents died 

regularly makes the crew family recipes because he wants his new home to feel like his old one 

he’s trying to make the move to being a vegetarian (it’s a little bit easier to do since most of their meals end up being vegetarian due to Etta anyways) 

he grows some of the vegetables they eat in the garden 

despite being a good cook, he’s not necessarily a very creative one and tends to stick mostly to recipes that he already knows/doesn’t deviate much from the recipe 

“a small fire does not count as a kitchen fire” 

Asahi was in that blissful state between sleeping and just being sleepy. There was nothing to stop him from slipping back into his dreams, nothing but the dip of the bed as someone climbed on next to him. He opened his arms without thought and let Kinoshita snuggle up to him.

“Hey, beautiful,” Kinoshita said. Asahi made a noise that may have had words in it, if he had given it about three times as much effort. Kinoshita giggled and nuzzled his face into the hollow of Asahi’s throat. Asahi wrapped his arms more firmly around Kinoshita’s waist and pulled him closer, determined to snuggle him like it was all he was good for. Kinoshita giggled again. “’Sahi, you gotta let me breathe,” he croaked.

“Sorry,” Asahi mumbled, but he didn’t loosen his hold. He buried his nose in Kinoshita’s fluffy blond hair and breathed deep the scent of his own shampoo. Kinoshita smelled like him, and it did things to Asahi to know that.

“Did you just… smell me?” Kinoshita asked, incredulous laughter dripping from his voice.

“Maybe,” Asahi murmured. “You smell good.”

“I smell like you,” Kinoshita said.

“That’s what I said.”

Kinoshita laughed. “Glad to know your ego isn’t out of control yet,” he said.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Asahi shushed. “It’s sleepy time now.”

“You’re no fun,” Kinoshita said. “It’s already ten. It’s time to get up and face the day, time to explore the great things the world has set out in front of us. Time to get up and stop being a grump!”

“I like being a grump,” Asahi said.

“Well I’m getting up,” Kinoshita announced, and started to move away. Asahi tightened his hold, crushing Kinoshita to his chest and rolling onto his back.

“You’re going nowhere,” he growled. Kinoshita went still, then melted against Asahi’s chest.

“God that was hot,” he said. “I suppose I could use a lazy day.”

“That’s right,” Asahi said. “Now, sleepy time.”

“Sleepy time,” Kinoshita agreed. He wriggled around a bit, getting comfortable on top of Asahi, then sighed softly. “I love you, you know,” he said.

“I love you too,” Asahi replied. “I’ll love you more when you’re quiet and letting me sleep, though.”

“All right, all right, I get the hint,” Kinoshita said. He fell silent after that, though he didn’t fall asleep. He traced random patterns on Asahi’s chest as Asahi drifted off to his warmth and his scent and the ultimate there-ness of him.

Kiss Prompts

Thingswere going great, if by great you meant perfectly horrible. Hisashiwas at the end of his rope trying to get Ushijima to realize that hisfeelings were completely and enthusiastically reciprocated. But itwas beginning to seem as though Ushijima didn’t know himself how hefelt about Hisashi. It was maddening. Hisashi was thiscloseto throwing his hands in the air and screaming.

Itwas a normal study date, if by normal you meant perfectly boring.Hisashi was beyond sick of calculus and ready to throw his textbookacross the room. Ushijima closed his book after the eight-millionthsigh from Hisashi and considered him across the table. Hisashi wasabout to bark out a demand that Ushijima stop judging him whenUshijima leaned across the table and cupped Hisashi’scheek. He pressed their lips together gently.

Itwas an average kiss, if by average you meant perfectly wonderful.Hisashi’smind shut down for a moment or two, then just as Ushijima was aboutto pull away and apologize for having misread the mood or some otherutter nonsense, Hisashi pressed into it. His hand found Ushijima’son the desk and he tangled their fingers together. Ushijima jolted,tightening his grip on Hisashi. Ushijima pulled away after a fewsmall eternities, the life and death of the universe over and overagain with each brush of his lips. He sat back and took his hand awayfrom Hisashi’s cheek, using it to open his book again. He kept hishand in Hisashi’s, but other than that showed no sign that the kisshad just happened. Hisashi sputtered.

“Whatthe hell was that?” he demanded.

“Whatwas what?” Ushijima asked without looking up from his textbook. Ifit was anyone else, Hisashi would have been sure they were fuckingwith him. But this was Ushijima, the king of obliviousness anddensity.

“Whydid you just kiss me out of nowhere?” Hisashi hissed, leaningacross the table to make sure Ushijima heard him.

“ShouldI not have?” Ushijima asked, cocking his head and looking genuinelyconcerned. Hisashi felt a jolt of unbearable affection for thisridiculous man sitting across from him.

“Ofcourse you should have,” he said. “I just wish you’d given me alittle warning or something. Led up to it, built a mood.”

“Nexttime, I promise, I shall live up to your standards,” Ushijima said.Hisashi narrowed his eyes.

“You’remaking fun of me,” he accused.

“Iwould never,” Ushijima droned.

“Youare!” Hisashi cried.

“You’regoing to get us removed from the library,” Ushijima warned.

“Ohmy god,” Hisashi said. “I’m being sassed. By my own boyfriend.”

Nowit was Ushijima’sturn to be caught off guard. “Boyfriend?” he asked mildly. “Iwasn’t aware…”

“Ofcourse you’re my boyfriend, idiot,” Hisashi said. “You thinkI’m going to let you kiss me and get away with nothing more thanthat? You’re far too naive for your own good.” Hisashi decided herather liked that blush on Ushijima’s cheeks. He wondered how hecould get it to deepen.