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Breakfast for two
Jun. 2nd, 2016 11:21 pmTitle: Breakfast for two
Author: nin_nin15
Length: Drabble
Pairings: Sakumiya
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Summary: It’s the morning after minus the awkward
Notes: Tried something new today. Comments are appreciated~
They were drunk. Nino didn’t know what he was doing; he was just going along with the flow. His lips were warm and plump and oh so kissable. At first, it tasted a little bit like cinnamon, but who was he kidding, he was drunk, he was confusing cinnamon with vodka. Was it pleasing? Of course not. But did it make him feel like someone decided to release a chest full of butterflies in his stomach? Hell yes.
The next day, Nino wakes up in a room definitely not his but is still familiar. He tries to move but he is trapped in someone else’s arms, arms that he knew too well. He checks his surroundings and his body. Shirt: check, boxers: check. Fully clothed, he thanks whatever gods that gave him the self-restraint that would prevent the awkward morning after.
Nino untangles himself from the mess of limbs they have created. Once he has successfully detached himself from the stronghold, he carefully pads towards the bathroom to freshen himself up. He enters the shower, turns on the tap and lets the warm water wash the hangover away. He stands there for a good chunk of time, trying to figure out his next move, trying to figure out what those butterflies were doing there in his stomach during that drunken kiss, trying to figure out this mess called feelings.
He gets out of the shower 15 minutes later and grabs the cleanest shirt and pair of sweatpants he could find. Once he got dressed, he carefully makes his way to the kitchen.
He opens the fridge. Almost empty, with the exception of eggs, a carton of milk, beer and some stale take out. Miraculously, he was able to whip up some kind of breakfast. A plate of scrambled eggs and some toast, good enough for them.
Nino patiently waits for his host to wake up. Looking around, the only thing he could do was watch TV. He turns the TV on and flicks through the channels. He finally finds something to his liking. It has something to do gaming, but not like he could pay attention that much. Now, he anxiously waits for his host to wake up. Weird thoughts started to invade his brain. Things like being kicked out of the house (he had every right to, Nino doesn’t even live here), being hated or the kiss being forgotten by the other party. Honestly, he wanted the couch to swallow him whole.
Moments later, he hears faint footsteps approaching. Nino decides to act nonchalant about it and just stares at the TV like it’s the most interesting thing in the world, when he himself knows the most interesting thing/person in the world is slowly approaching him and he starts feel like his heart is going to burst any moment now. Nino decides to act cool anyways.
“Good morning.”
Nino nods in response.
“I see you have made breakfast.”
“I sure did, it would be weird if I didn’t”
Nino finally looks at his host. He couldn’t help but smile. Somehow, all the worries, those anxious thoughts flew out of the window.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“I am but you stole my last good shirt.”
“Well, sorry and I like you better like that.”
“I knew you only liked me for my body.”
Nino smirks.
“Of course not, I love your everything Sho-chan~”
Sho lets out a small chuckle.
“I know.”
Nino smiles, Sho settles with him on the couch, forgetting the breakfast Nino prepared. But who cares, this is way better than breakfast.
Author: nin_nin15
Length: Drabble
Pairings: Sakumiya
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Summary: It’s the morning after minus the awkward
Notes: Tried something new today. Comments are appreciated~
They were drunk. Nino didn’t know what he was doing; he was just going along with the flow. His lips were warm and plump and oh so kissable. At first, it tasted a little bit like cinnamon, but who was he kidding, he was drunk, he was confusing cinnamon with vodka. Was it pleasing? Of course not. But did it make him feel like someone decided to release a chest full of butterflies in his stomach? Hell yes.
The next day, Nino wakes up in a room definitely not his but is still familiar. He tries to move but he is trapped in someone else’s arms, arms that he knew too well. He checks his surroundings and his body. Shirt: check, boxers: check. Fully clothed, he thanks whatever gods that gave him the self-restraint that would prevent the awkward morning after.
Nino untangles himself from the mess of limbs they have created. Once he has successfully detached himself from the stronghold, he carefully pads towards the bathroom to freshen himself up. He enters the shower, turns on the tap and lets the warm water wash the hangover away. He stands there for a good chunk of time, trying to figure out his next move, trying to figure out what those butterflies were doing there in his stomach during that drunken kiss, trying to figure out this mess called feelings.
He gets out of the shower 15 minutes later and grabs the cleanest shirt and pair of sweatpants he could find. Once he got dressed, he carefully makes his way to the kitchen.
He opens the fridge. Almost empty, with the exception of eggs, a carton of milk, beer and some stale take out. Miraculously, he was able to whip up some kind of breakfast. A plate of scrambled eggs and some toast, good enough for them.
Nino patiently waits for his host to wake up. Looking around, the only thing he could do was watch TV. He turns the TV on and flicks through the channels. He finally finds something to his liking. It has something to do gaming, but not like he could pay attention that much. Now, he anxiously waits for his host to wake up. Weird thoughts started to invade his brain. Things like being kicked out of the house (he had every right to, Nino doesn’t even live here), being hated or the kiss being forgotten by the other party. Honestly, he wanted the couch to swallow him whole.
Moments later, he hears faint footsteps approaching. Nino decides to act nonchalant about it and just stares at the TV like it’s the most interesting thing in the world, when he himself knows the most interesting thing/person in the world is slowly approaching him and he starts feel like his heart is going to burst any moment now. Nino decides to act cool anyways.
“Good morning.”
Nino nods in response.
“I see you have made breakfast.”
“I sure did, it would be weird if I didn’t”
Nino finally looks at his host. He couldn’t help but smile. Somehow, all the worries, those anxious thoughts flew out of the window.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“I am but you stole my last good shirt.”
“Well, sorry and I like you better like that.”
“I knew you only liked me for my body.”
Nino smirks.
“Of course not, I love your everything Sho-chan~”
Sho lets out a small chuckle.
“I know.”
Nino smiles, Sho settles with him on the couch, forgetting the breakfast Nino prepared. But who cares, this is way better than breakfast.
