writetomyheart | [TEAM TWO] Lazy on a Sunday Morning

I am horrendously late so I am terribly sorry. Uh, a bit of background: this was written as an excerpt for my NaNoWriMo2014, which is a monster plot that is basically something of a Agents of SHIELD + Pacific Rim AU........ among other things. (but that doesn't show up in this fic so yeah) I don't know what's happening most of the time either. But uh, yeah. Basically Horikoshi 3-D Batch 2012 and HSJ members... yeah. Also Yamada's hair is silver and Raiya Nakajima here is like, five, because I can do what I want.

This isn't about the fight scenes though, it's a regular breakfast Sunday so... domesticity! Banter! :D

He opens his eyes from a nightmare of burning in a supernova and the distinct feeling of sweating five million buckets of sweat and immediately regrets the decision.

“What the hell?” Yamada says, blindly groping for his glasses by his bedside table. The glasses help, but he still blinks furiously at the ridiculous amount of sunlight streaming through his bedroom window.

“Who opened the fucking curtains?!” he bellowed at the general direction of the open door, from where he swears he can hear faint sounds of giggling. Giggling!

He can hazard a guess between Chinen and the Morimoto siblings. Probably all three of them.

If anyone else didn’t know, Yamada was not a morning person.

Shida peeked in the room. “Oh good, you’re awake,” she said in a nonchalant tone. “Lunch is ready.”

Yamada sits up--and promptly falls off the bed. “Lunch?!” he said from the floor.

Shida laughs before throwing a shirt at him (he conveniently forgot to sleep with a shirt on. Great.) “Kidding. The pancakes are running on short supply, you better hurry. Shintaro ate a ton.”

“I did not!” Shintaro’s voice complained, followed by quick shushing noises from two other voices that could only be Chinen and Ryutaro.

Yamada was seriously contemplating if he could dispose their bodies in Tokyo Bay after stabbing them with the fork he was going to use after eating the pancakes as he stumbled down the stairs to the dining area, his comforter tightly wrapped around him and his silvery hair sticking out in every possible gravity-defying direction.

“And someone has finally decided to join us for breakfast!” Chinen greeted, raising a coffee cup at Yamada’s direction when he saw him. “Good thing you rose from the dead before lunch.”

Yamada did his best to glare at Chinen with eyes that were still half-closed from sleep. “If I know, you were the one who opened my curtains. You ass--”

“Watch your language!” Chinen scolded. Yamada was about to open his mouth to retaliate when he felt a small form hurtle straight into his legs from behind.

“Ginpatsu-niichan!” a small voice said in glee. Yamada twisted around, mouth dropping open in surprise.

“Raiya-chan? What are you doing here?” he said, crouching down. “How did you--?”

“Shida-san kinda ambushed us,” Yuto said, emerging from the kitchen with a plate of pancakes in each hand. He made a slightly awkward nod of his head of a bow at Yamada’s direction. “Sorry for intruding on your Sunday.”

“NO. I mean,” Yamada said, blushing to the roots of his silver hair as his fellow agents look at him in shared private amusement, the Nakajima siblings looking at Yamada unawares. “You aren’t intruding or anything.”

“I saw them lurking around the area while I was out jogging,” Shida explained for Yamada’s benefit. They offered me a ride back home and I was tired and I offered them sustenance as payment.”

“I hope you didn’t tell them you’d cook something good for them because that’s lying,” Yamada said, muttering a quick “thanks” at the coffee mug Kamiki had kindly proffered and inhaling the invigoratingly sweet smell of caffeine. Shida looked like she was considering throwing a bread knife at Yamada’s head but stopped herself as she smiled sweetly at Raiya, settling for giving Yamada a glare that chilled him to the depths of his soul.

Maybe Yamada should invite them over more often. Only if it would help in avoiding Shida’s death glare.

(He was lying to himself by telling himself it was not more than that, by the way.)

Ohgo carried out a plate of what looked like misshapen pastries from the kitchen, smiling warmly at everyone gathered around the dining table. “They were a great help in the kitchen,” Ohgo said, smiling at the direction of the Nakajima siblings.

“I made crepes for Ohgo-san!” Raiya piped up, pancake syrup smeared around his mouth. He pointed at the pastries on the plate Ohgo was holding, which “Niichan said we should always show our gratitude!”

Ohgo patted Raiya’s head as she smiled over at Yuto. “Thank you for joining us today,” she said. Yuto nodded, and--were both Nakajima siblings blushing?

Yamada tried not to think about things, but it was pretty hard when Chinen was mutinously stabbing his pancakes beside him.

“Chinen, you’re being way too obvious,” Yamada whispered under his breath.

“I just like my pancakes mashed this morning, shut up,” Chinen replied, not looking up from the massacre he was making on his plate. “Stop laughing and doing that thing with your eyebrows, Ryutaro.”

“I’m not doing anything!” Ryutaro protested.

“Yeah, aside from existing,” Chinen muttered, raising his hand to accept the high five from Shintaro.

“Let’s not be mean,” Ohgo gently admonished. “And please don’t play with your food.”

“I’m not~ Ryutaro made me do it~” Chinen said, smiling sweetly at Ohgo and ignoring Ryutaro’s spluttering protests.

All in all, it was another not-so-regular day in the midst of their not-so-regular week.

Yamada sat back, chewing contentedly on his pancakes and the crepe Raiya said he especially made “for the best Ginpatsu-niichan in the world!” with a sloppy smiley face made with chocolate syrup, thinking that he can definitely get used to this.

Tag, dusk037 !