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Leaning back into the black leather of the club’s sofa, boots over the coffee table in front of him and arms settled on the backrest at both of his sides, Jesus seemed as overpowering and overbearing as always. In front of him, his lover, a cute little omega, was standing strong and fearless. Truly an unusual sight.

No matter how strongly Jesus glared, or how much he clicked his tongue in annoyance and rolled his eyes dismissively, Chiaki was not stepping back. What an annoying and cute omega this was.

And Dog was agreeing with him, yapping and jumping around the couch as if to convince Jesus of changing his mind.

True, he had a brand new hakama somewhere in his place. True he wanted to see Chiaki’s cute kimono look. But was he really going to lose a battle of wills against some omega?

"Yer so damn noisy for a bitch” he sighed, defeated, as a hand moved to his temple “So, what’s so special about going to some shrine that you sooo want me to go with you? You have friends to go with or something, do’t you?”

snaeku pwease we're in a never ending loop LOL

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Living alone was never quite an issue with Hokuto himself. To live alone, one must be dependable, responsible and organised, as his grandmother would always say.

One must always know how to cook for themselves as well. His grandmother was a great cook, able to turn simple dishes into something much more scrumptious. It was a form of art that he thoroughly enjoys doing from time to time. If he had the time that is.

There were no classes nor events for him to participate. It was a much-needed break for the hard-working perfectionist. It was nice not to rely on microwavable meals and actually cook for once.

All meals must be balanced with the correct proportions of meat, vegetables, grains and dairy products. A perfect, balanced meal is the key to greater health, wise words from his dearest grandparents. Hokuto started with a batch of vegetables by putting them in a saucepan filled with tap water and placed them on the stove.

It was at this moment that his new subscription of crosswords puzzles came through the mail. He’s most certainly fond of these and they make an excellent complement to his otherwise peaceful evening. He could probably finish this simple page, just enough time for the vegetables to be boiled.

As the innocent boy was whisked away into the land of mindboggling puzzles, he was unaware that his vegetables are beginning to burn due to all the water being evaporated, creating batches of dark smoke. Apparently, the burning smell hasn’t reached the male yet.

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While he was well aware that he was supposed to be manning the booth with Midori during the festival when they weren’t patrolling, Kanata figured the first year could handle things on his own. Or rather it seemed that he had things under control when Kanata decided to step away for a moment.

It really had meant to have been for a moment.

But then he’d caught the familiar shade of red out of the corner of his eye and he’d followed after. It wasn’t strange for the blue member of Ryuuseitai to wander off and disappear on the other members. It was probably even truer at the beginning of the year when the first-years joined. They were the precious children of Ryuuseitai and he hadn’t known how to act around them then.

So it was probably safer to say that he’d been avoiding them rather than just wandering off.

Today was definitely one of his whims that brought him away from their most timid member’s side.

Cutting around another corner, sliding between two booths, green eyes darted about - searching for a red jacket in a similar design to the one that he was already wearing. There just down the way, chasing after one of the other children in their group. Kanata’s arms wrapped around his target from behind and he brought them both to a stop with an airy giggle. Ahead the other child continued forward, none the wiser about their leader’s capture.

“I’ve [caught] you now Chiaki~” Kanata sang out, rocking the both of them from side to side with a blissful smile on his lips. Morisawa Chiaki was a hard one to get a hold of when he was busy running about from place to place. 

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Another day, another fancy suit that felt too tight and uncomfortable over his body and another folder with information about some omega he didn’t cared about. Another over the top Japanese-styled restaurant with shiny wooden floors and paper doors painted on hand, maids in old kimonos and crystal spider lamps that totally didn’t fit the traditional style in the rest of the place.

Another reserved room that felt all too empty, the table unnecessarily big and disgustingly empty. Another endless and pointless introduction from both sides, as if they didn’t had a profile to read.

He didn’t specially cared, except for the lingering feeling of annoyance that grew bigger and stronger with each new attempt to set him up. More and more hours of his day wasted pointlessly in this back and forth.

He didn’t even came with his parents -the two of them too busy for this stupid things- a professional settler having to deal with making the introductions for his own insufferable ass.

Distracting himself in the changing colors of the glass of champagne he was given, he hoped for the alcohol to numb him about this whole situation.

He heard a voice. Was that the omega speaking up? He hadn’t even looked at him when he got into the room.

“Chiaki...? Have you seen my... plush doll?” Hokuto wanted to search for it himself, but he was getting restless while unpacking. Perhaps it’s time to confess that he owns a plush doll still at his age. It might destroy Chiaki’s perception of him being mature but the doll had sentimental values.

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It felt like a long time has passed but Hokuto was still in slight disbelief that Chiaki and he are now officially in a relationship.

Hokuto isn't easily flustered by any means, but when it comes to his newfound lover, that was a different story.

The radiant smile of his melted Hokuto's heart in a flash, putting him in an awkward position where his body felt warm, and his pulses quickened. It was hard to be in the same room with him without the feeling of a bunch of butterflies waiting to be set forth from beneath his chest.

Painful, yes, but it also brings him joy.

Suddenly, coming into Chiaki's apartment was not as easy as it once was. Instead of nagging around like he used to, Hokuto instead found himself sitting on the sofa, his hands tightened on his lap, his gaze fixated on his pale knuckles.

He never felt this embarrassed before in an environment that felt so natural to him. The clothing that lied on the floor, his refrigerator filled with unhealthy energy drinks and loud voice that constantly filled this room.

"C-Chiaki." Hokuto's voice stuttered. It was a fairly new territory for the boy to call his lover by his first name. He had been so accustomed to calling him Morisawa that he almost choked himself upon muttering his name.

It sounded so... right. His name rolled off his tongue so perfectly.

"Did you have dinner?" Yes, that was the reason why he came. To invite him out for dinner. Sure, homecooked meals are always the better alternative, but for once, Hokuto hoped that they could celebrate it in a more, special way.