Mother’s Day Gift Sets

@onehope​ said:  oikawa pops up by ushi's side, stretching himself upwards on his tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. then swooshes away.

Ushijima Wakatoshi is many things - but a cook is not one of them. For much of his adult life, he has gotten by with basic survival skills and simple, easy, quick recipes aligned with the strict diet befitting an athlete, but... spending time in the kitchen brings him no particular joy or pleasure; little more than a necessary step to an end and to the normal functioning of a normal day.

He has been making efforts, recently - mostly for Tooru, mostly because Tooru is usually the dedicated cook between the two of them and at some point Wakatoshi decided it was a little unfair to let him handle most of their meals while hovering unhelpfully or making conversation. So, from time to time, the Adlers’ cannon gets up earlier than his partner, and takes charge of breakfast for the both of them. Breakfast felt like a good starting point. Simple, efficient, perfect to practice the basics; and in all objectivity? He is getting better at this (at avoiding bland, boring combinations, at making food actually enjoyable and not a mere necessity). 

As in anything he does, Wakatoshi dedicates his whole attention to the task at hand (he has learnt the importance of cooking time when it comes to omelette texture, and is determined to nail it down this time) and fails to hear the quiet footsteps coming up behind him. Sometimes, he wonders if Tooru takes advantage of this; magicking himself into existence at his side when he least expects it just to see a reaction / surprise / an innocent slip-up. 

It works every time. Especially when Wakatoshi is 1. still a little groggy from sleep; 2. a little delayed in his reactions; 3. focused on an omelette. 

The soft touch at his cheek blinks him out of his bubble; and Tooru has already seemingly teleported to the other side of the room by the time he turns his head and opens his mouth to say good morning, perhaps return the gesture of affection. But Tooru is already too far away, and Wakatoshi can only grasp at the innocent humming left in his wake (deliberate, he suspects). It is mildly frustrating. It is a little very endearing, especially when Tooru looks at him with a smile on his face and the morning light caught in warm brown eyes.

It is endearing, until a distinct smell of burnt eggs snaps him out of his reverie. 

Oops.

@onehope​ said:  lap.  from oikawa to ushi bc he's needy for attention and affection ((((: (via the system of touch) 

Ushijima isn’t a drinker. By any measure, one would say he veers on the side of abstinence: an athlete whose schedule throughout the day, routines, and habits are strictly regimented and dictated by the dedication and earnest he puts into the sport. Alcohol isn’t part of a professional athlete’s recommended regimen... usually. There are rare occasions (celebrations, most of all) where he’ll allow himself a relative flexibility, and accept one drink, maybe two, at most.

The problem being... being unaccustomed to alcohol, his body does have a tendency to be a little over-dramatic when exposed to it.

Yes. Ushijima Wakatoshi, Japan’s cannon, is a total, complete lightweight.

Of course, his partner never fails to point it out whenever necessary. The second he steps / staggers into the entrance of their home (nearly trips on his own feet while trying to take off his shoes), Tooru is leaning into the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and (Wakatoshi doesn’t see it yet, but he swears he can sense it) sporting a fond, mocking what-did-I-tell-you smile on his face. Fair enough, Wakatoshi muses. 

Fair enough, he muses, the next day too, when Tooru sets down a glass of water and a painkiller in front of him on the breakfast table. Forehead resting in his hand, Wakatoshi mutters / grumbles / sort of articulates a vague thank you, pushing back against a raging headache (can one be allergic to alcohol? or was he really that ridiculous?). He vaguely remembers letting Tooru guide him to their bed and crashing there, and... the rest was naught but a painful blur. 

Under his breath, Ushijima swears he’ll never let Hoshiumi convince him to drink again. 

 beep!  the  cherry  tint  is  coloring  her  cheeks  even  before  she's  had  the  time  to  read  the  actual  message.  something  changed  these  past  few  days  and  ella  has  learned  to  expect  more...  personal  inquiries,  rather  than  work  from  artem.  it's  subtle  of  course,  a  recommendation  here,  a  check  up  on  her  eating  habits  there  –  and  she  would  have  to  admit  to  be  enjoying  this  new  side  of  the  senior  attorney!

 (  txt  :  artem  )  i  am  free!  what  book  is  it,  do  i  know  it?  either  way,  i'd  love  to  see  it  with  you  💝

“I told you not to stay up all night. This is entirely your own fault, Marius.” Luke’s tone is dry, though there was hidden amusement sparkling in his coral eyes as he slides over a fresh mug of coffee, brewed from the coffee machine. Soft yawns part from the detective’s lips as he pushes himself up from the counter to head right back over to pour himself a cup as well. Currently clad in a slightly large shirt ( perhaps not his own ) and a pair of shorts fitting of summer, his hair a disheveled mess. Clearly he had just woken up.