#sakutaka

Is that Takasaki-san?

From what my google translate say, Sakuraba was make a promise to Takasaki that he will make a delicious protein tomorrow and Takasaki said his request which being agreed by Sakuraba.

Then above him, was Nagata's compliments to Kondou's meal!

Now I can die in happiness.

As soon as Kazunari hears the utensils clatter to the floor he’s up; a few seconds later he’s in the kitchen, forks scattered all around the linoleum with Ryou in the center.

“Ryou-chan?”

Ryou looks up; there are tears in his eyes and he’s clutching the last fork in his hand. “I can’t…”

“Hmm?” says Kazunari, leaning on the doorframe.

“I can’t! I can’t make dinner; I can’t empty the dishwasher—I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m so clumsy; I have a deadline tomorrow that I won’t be able to make and—”

Kazunari, having finally tiptoed through the forks, wraps his arms around Ryou, cutting him off mid-rant; Ryou sobs into his chest and his whole body shudders.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers again, returning Kazunari’s embrace.

Kazunari rubs his back until he stills enough to not resemble a frightened rabbit so much. This kind of thing always happens when Ryou nears a deadline for his manga; he always makes it in on time but he’s always afraid he won’t, that he won’t have enough time to eat or sleep or do anything around the house. But right now he needs a few minutes of quiet calm to re-center himself, and Kazunari’s going to force that on him if need be. Ryou’s trembling slows and he pulls away finally.

“Should I make dinner?”

Kazunari shakes his head. “Nah. I’ll take care of it. You go work on your manga.”

Ryou sticks out his lower lip. “I can do both—”

“I know you can. But I can make dinner, too, you know. You’ll work better if you’re not distracted, okay?”

Takao brandishes his phone like a weapon; the click of the camera’s shutter is like the firing of bullets and Sakurai can’t help but flinch.

“Aww, come on, Ryou-chan,” says Takao, pulling him closer, a firm arm around his waist and warm breath on his cheek. “It’s just a camera.”

All of this paralyzes him, too much to even breathe an apology and Takao clicks the shutter once more. In the picture, neither one of them is smiling and it looks surprisingly candid for something with as much of a setup as this. They look close; they look real; Sakurai smiles at Takao.

ahh dominant sakurai makes another appearance