writetomyheart | [Team Four] If you could see you through my eyes.

Something quick and easy, because I'm with friends and can't really write. But I wrote something! (and it's not Toku this time!)

Title: If you could see you through my eyes.
Pair: Tamamiya
Rating: PG
Summary: To Miyata, Tamamori will always be a little special, and that is what he loves most.

Special, Tamamori was many things, but he would always be special. Miyata couldn’t help but grin as he walked into Tamamori’s kitchen, which was a lot like his kitchen too since Tamamori’s apartment was closer than his to the studio. Tamamori was standing in front of a boiling pot and talking to the contents rather fervently. The fans didn’t see this side of Tamamori much anymore, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t still exist. Miyata took a few mintues to just watch, the slightly awkward movements that Tamamori's too long limbs caused him to make, the way his black bangs fell into his eyes, and most importantly the way that Miyata's Tshirt looked on him.

“Stop being a creeper, the foods done.” Tamamori eyed Miyata critically as the other dutifully came closer. Instead of going for the bowls to get food, Miyata walked behind Tamamori and pulled him into a back hug. It was a little awkward with how tall Tamamori was, but he still hummed in contentment, evidently pleased with the attention. They stayed wrapped up together in silence, and MIyata sent a small prayer up to whichever god would listen that they would always have moments like this.

“Shabu Shabu?” It wasn’t really something Miyata really had to ask, he and Tamamori weren’t really the best cooks, but over the years Tamamori had learned to make one of his favorite pot dishes. He nodded a small shy smile graced his face as he let how proud he was that he could make something edible for them to eat.

Turning the boiling pot off, Tamamori turned his upper body to look at Miyata. Who in turn smiled so brightly his eyes disappeared. Miyata’s hands found their way underneath Tamamori’s Tshirt, his cool fingers made Tamamori shiver a bit. “Idiot,” it’s said with affection and Miyata craned his neck upwards. The kiss is short but sweet. They pulled apart and stared at one another, just taking one another in. Miyata started to move his fingers around the edge of Tamamori's sweatpants, they shared another kiss, this time longer. After another ten minutes they were still sharing sweet kisses back and forth. Tamamori eventually pulled away, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Come on, I went through the trouble of cooking it, so you need to eat it.”

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[Team Four] If you could see you through my eyes.

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