#seimako

Come play Trick or Treat, and I’ll leave you with sweetness and fluff, or darkness and twistiness.

Trick

Everyone had expected Seijuurou to jump right into competitive swimming after university. They always saw his frame, his muscles, and his accolades, and quickly made assumptions. 

What they didn’t see was the hard work Seijuurou had put into his business management degree, or the cooking classes he snuck in, between his usual course load, practices, and his social life. They didn’t realize that he had goals, dreams, and aspirations far beyond anything swimming could ever accomplish for him. 

And that was their first, and usually only, mistake. 

So far, only one other person had managed to see through him - see into him, see who, and what, he was, and fully accept him. Seijuurou had wasted no time in marrying that man the first chance he could. 

He and Makoto had opened their little café not long after Makoto had retired from personal training. Retired was a strong word. Makoto had simply tired of having an effect on other people in that particular manner. He had other, more creative and clever ways of reaching out to the people he assisted. Which meshed very well with Seijuurou’s particular skillset. 

When Seijuurou had approached him with the idea, Makoto had smiled brightly, and immediately agreed. They planned, and they worked - Makoto for a few more years as a trainer, and Seijuurou in any kitchen, restaurant, café, or food-adjacent job that would take him. It had been grueling, but they finally made it. 

The little bookshop that had opened next door to them had been a delightful addition to the neighbourhood. Makoto had always loved reading, and Seijuurou was always on the hunt for new recipe books. The couple themselves - Tanaka and Sugawara - were equally as delightful. 

Tanaka had gone through similar experiences as Seijuurou - the meathead with no brains stereotype. Proving everyone wrong was working out for both them. 

Tanaka had the special recipe books squirrelled away in the back that he loaned Seijuurou, and Seijuurou let them sell an exclusive blend of tea that he and Makoto had developed together. 

Seijuurou wasn’t entirely sure if the couple were fully aware of the effects of the tea. Surely, with the nature of the recipe book Seijuurou had adapted the recipe from, Tanaka and Sugawara must have suspected. They surely knew it wasn’t simply a seasonal tea blend. They must have suspected, when their customers never made much of a second appearance at either of their shops. 

Seijuurouwas flying high on the adrenaline of competition and a race wellswum. Swam? Swimmed? Whatever. The point was, he was on cloud nine,and nothing was going to bring him down. Especially not his minusculechances with Tachibana. No, tonight, Seijuurou was a man of action,of doing what he said he was going to do, of taking chances and risksand getting rewarded. Tonight, Seijuurou was going to get what hewanted.

“Tachibana!”he called, jogging across the emptying natatorium to where Tachibanawas standing with Nanase and a few of their other friends. Tachibanalooked up when he heard his name and lit up at the sight ofSeijuurou, which only shot Seijuurou higher into the atmosphere.Tachibana said something to Nanase and ventured out to meet Seijuurouhalfway.

“Mikoshiba-kun,”he said, grinning. “You did great today.”

“Tachibana,”Seijuurou interrupted, speaking too loudly and standing too close.Tachibana blinked at him, but Seijuurou wasn’t about to lose hismomentum. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he said.

Tachibanalaughed. “Doit,” he said. “I dare you.” Seijuurou blinked at him, utterlyat a loss.

“Doyou not want me to kiss you?” he asked. Tachibana grinned.

“There’sonly one way to find out,” he said.

“Imean, you could just answer the question,” Seijuurou said. “Consentis an important thing.”

“I’mliterally daring you to kiss me,” Tachibana said. “What moreconsent do you need?”

“Theknowledge that you’re gonna take this as seriously as I do would benice,” Seijuurou said. Tachibana stepped back a bit, as thoughrealizing at last that Seijuurou was indeed serious about this. Hebit his lip.

“Whydid you have to be like this?” he whispered.

“Likewhat?” Seijuurou asked. “Tell me what I’ve done wrong.”

“Nothing,”Tachibana said. “You just make it very hard not to fall in lovewith you.”

Nowit was Seijuurou’sturn to step backwards, though rather than keeping his gracefulfooting the way Tachibana had, his foot hit a puddle and he wentdown, hard. He landed on his ass with an audible thud and groaned,lying flat on his back and staring at the ceiling of the natatorium.Tachibana laughed and crouched down by his head.

“Doyou want me to kiss it better?” he asked. Seijuurou stared up athim.

“Wouldyou?” he asked. “I think I hit my lips pretty hard. They’re indire need of some kisses.”

TRICK-OR-TREAT

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)

TREAT

“You really want to go Stardust today?”

Makoto smiles at Seijuurou and nods.

“I promised Haru I’d drop off some stuff for him and I won’t have time to run all the way to his apartment today after he gets off work.”

Seijuurou toys with the calendar page floating open in front of him and raises a brow at Makoto.

“Technically I’m booked most of the day but Momo is free to go with you.”

Makoto’s smile morphs into a pout.  The papers on Seijuurou’s desk rustle with unseen wind.  Seijuurou sighs and places paperweights on them.  The wind rustles more, Makoto’s pout turns into a full frown, the paperweights rattle.

“Oh stop already,” Momo says.  He’s propped himself in the doorway with a grin.  “Whatever it is I’ll do it.  He only gets this way when you involve me,” he adds when Seijuurou glares at him.

It’s only when everything in the room stills that Seijuurou even realizes it was all moving.  Makoto spins with a pleased laugh and leaves, pressing a kiss to Momo’s cheek as he passes him.

“See this is why Momo’s my favorite,” he calls out, voice echoing oddly down the hallway.

Seijuurou rolls his eyes and gestures Momo over.  He should know better by now than to try to say no to Makoto.

—

The restaurant is quiet today.  Seijuurou can sense Futakuchi and Tsukishima somewhere and Nagisa is suspiciously absent so he’s assuming they’re in the back behaving today.  Or at least for the moment.  Which is good because he’d hate to have to make good on his threat to exorcise them to the point where no one can bring them back.  So long as they don’t bother or scare Makoto they can stay so far as he’s concerned.

There’s a new figure, well two to be exact, in the corner booth of the restaurant furthest from the door.  A large black cat eyes him for a moment, eyes Makoto for longer, and then flops dramatically across the table.

“That’s unsanitary,” he notes.  No one seems to hear him - Makoto is busy chatting with Haru and handing over a bagful of stuff that Seijuurou doesn’t know and doesn’t want to know the contents of and Sousuke is in the kitchen cursing at something or someone - but the figure in the corner snorts softly and flicks the cat on the top of its head.

“Told you to stay off the table,” they say softly.  Seijuurou can’t figure out what they are but they’re not a spirit so, really, it’s not his problem if it’s the start of a new infestation of some kind.

His problem or not the figure leaves him unsettled and he sighs softly.

“Ready to go?” he asks.  Makoto looks over at him with a pout, obviously not ready to go, and the plates stacked on the counter clatter ominously.  Makoto startles and look at Haru.  Haru shrugs.

“I should get to work on this anyway,” Haru says.  “I’ll call you later.”

“Which means I’ll call you if I don’t hear from you in a few days.”  Haru shrugs again and starts to dig through the bag.  “Okay Haru.  I get the point.”  

Makoto steps over and hooks his elbow around Sousuke’s, kissing his cheek and leading the way to the door.  The sunlight streaming through the door sparkles as they leave.

“I wonder what trouble he’s brewing now,” Seijuurou mutters, the tinkling of the bell above the door echoing behind them.

“Oh I’m sure it’s nothing too bad.  I mean you know Haru.”

A crash shatters the air and Seijuurou pointedly walks away from the restaurant.

“Yep.  That’s why I was never here today and neither were you.”

OTP from Free! 

Seijuurou entered the apartment and did as he always did. He took off his shoes, dropped his keys in the bowl on the small table in the hall, and locked up his utility belt in the gun safe in the hall closet. Then, he went in search of his husband.

He found him not too far, curled up in the corner of the couch in the living room, reading glasses perched primly on his nose as he looked intently at something on his tablet.

“Hey, babe,” Seijuurou called, walking behind the couch to drop a kiss on his husband’s cheek before continuing on into the kitchen to drop his lunch box and crack open a beer.

“Welcome back,” Makoto called out softly, distracted. He was still scrolling as Seijuurou dropped himself on the couch beside his husband.

“What’s got your attention so wrapped up that I couldn’t even get a welcome home kiss?”

“Hm?” Makoto finally looked up, soft smile gracing his lips. “I’m sorry, honey. Welcome home.” Makoto leaned over and kissed Seijuurou properly. It was tender, and soft, and over way too soon for Seijuurou’s liking. Then he noticed what Makoto had been looking at.

“Why do you have a Google Maps overhead view of what appears to be a vacant parking lot with an abandoned warehouse on the property?” Makoto blinked innocently at him, green eyes twinkling behind his glasses.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said lightly. Seijuurou sighed.

“Can you please, for the love of god, commit crimes away from me? As in, not near me in any way, shape, or form?”

“I could. But then your precinct would be awfully bored.”

“My precinct literally just promoted me to Captain. I do not need to worry about you, and your wayward miscreants on top of that.”

“And who helped you get that promotion, I wonder?” Makoto smirked as he turned back to his laptop. Seijuurou knew a losing battle when he saw one.

Seijuurou got off the couch, and focused on getting dinner started instead. The less he knew about Makoto’s less than savoury dealings, the better. And just because he’d pinned an entire drug bust on his ‘professional’ rival, did not mean that Seijuurou could turn a blind eye to Makoto’s activities.

send me a number and a ship and I’ll write a short (100-300) word drabble 

I KEPT THIS UNDER 300 WORDS!!  (it is 298 so I still win!)

Seijuurou gasped at the pain radiating through his chest, eyes watering as he tried not to start coughing.  He failed miserably and started coughing and pressing his hand against the center of his chest.

“You idiot,” Makoto growled.  His fists were still clenched and Seijuurou watched them warily, eyes darting between them and Makoto’s angry gaze, as he tried to remember how to breathe.  He had forgotten how hard Makoto could hit when properly motivated.  

Apparently not seeing Seijuurou for just over two years had been proper motivation for Makoto.

“Hey,” Seijuurou began, only to be cut off by a warning look from Makoto.

“Don’t you even think about ‘hey babe’-ing me.  You’ve been gone two years Mikoshiba.  I didn’t know where you were.  I thought you were dead.  Or worse.”

“What’s worse than being dead?”  The words were out before he could stop them.

“Keep up the sass and you’ll find out.”

Seijuurou nodded to himself.  That was fair enough.  Makoto had only punched him in the chest at least.  He hadn’t thrown him out immediately or threatened to remove any of Seijuurou’s body parts with a rusted spoon.  Seijuurou took in the livid look still on Makoto’s face and amended that thought with a yet at the end.  There was still plenty of time for Makoto to end him.

Makoto’s hand shot out and Seijuurou braced himself for another punch to the chest.  He was thrown off balance when Makoto’s hand tangled in his shirt instead and yanked him forward.

This got so out of hand it’s not even funny.

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