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turning the tie over in it’s knot hajime sighed looking over his son, black suited and tied, his hair combed silkily and was now eye to eye with him. “maybe ya partner can try to shorten ya. too weird seeing ya my height.” he stated as akio gave a shy chuckle.

“and don’t rub the back of your head.” he stated watching his hand almost move there. “kiji’ll kick your ass if you messed it up.” he gave a pout as hajime finished up, standing by his side as he offered his arm. “ready?” he nodded, curling his arm around his giving a small “thanks father.”

walking down the alter hajime got a good look at everyone, from kiji already crying to hitoshi waving at them both. reaching the end he hesitantly let go of his arm to take a seat next to his brother, waiting for his partner to come next.

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raising mao’s leg up more samon looked surprised through his panting. “wow,…” he mumbled. “i didn’t…realize you were that…flexible.” at that he gained the flustered but unamused look of the other male he was topping.

“…what?”

“really? you see me and didn’t think i was?”

“oh come on i thought the whole cat thing was a facade kinda thing!”

“oh yeah? well you certainly replicate the flexibilities of a monkey that’s for su-” he was caught off guard at the sudden harsh thrust leading him to squeal loudly at that.

“ya were saying?”

“screw…you.”

walking in he moved to hug behind her and rub her stomach playfully. “did ya three miss meee~?” he asked as she rolled her eyes lightly. “pretty sure they did.”

“daawww my lil tsundere wife~y.”

“your hanging around your inmates too often again.”

he chuckled as he looked over her shirt. “man though, the big ol temporary leave is still weird. shin didn’t pop a casket did he?”

“fortunately no.”

“boo i wanted ta see a recordin of it.” she chuckled lightly before looking down again. taking his seat behind her he continued wrapping his arms around her kissing her neck. “so my snow white what’s the grey clouds over ya?”

“it’s...this body feels...off.” she mumbled as she hunched over lightly. “mean, it’s getting closer to done but after all this, it’s gonna be awkward getting it off and fitting my uniform and us doing th-”

she got caught off as mitsuru had tilted her head to the side enough to kiss her. “i...really don’t care.” he stated almost seriously, taking his sunglasses off to look at her. “babe, ya still look hot and i’m tryin not ta smother ya in whatever my mind wants ta smother ya in senseless right now.” he stated as she smiled widely, trying to hide it in embarrassment.

“geez, why can’t you be that serious at your job?”

“cause my job is boriiii~ng, that and it’s more fun pissin hajime off.” he chuckled as she crossed her arms a bit. “i assume i’m the opposite of all those?”

“are ya a natural red head?~”

“i-”