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[Team Two} Musings of Love
Title: Musings of Love
Fandom: Snow Man
Pair: Watanabe/Mukai
Rating: PG (I suppose small suggestions of more?)
Summary: Mukai is very affectionate, and Watanabe isn't always sure how to handle it. But, sometimes he knows exactly what to do.
A/N: This is super short, but when thinking of people who would just say words of love unprompted at random, Koji came to mind, so here we are xD
At least I didn't have to skip this time? (hey I even have an appropriate icon!)
“I love you” Watanabe is almost asleep when he hears the words murmured into his right ear. He tolerated Mukai cuddling closer to him. They are in Mukai’s bed that night that night. Watanabe had grown used to Mukai’s overly affectionate ways over the last few years. Though, thinking about it, he had not always been receptive of them. Watanabe shifts himself onto his left side and waits a beat before he felt Mukai’s arms wrap around him tight and pull him closer to Mukai’s warm body.
Secretly, Watanabe loved the extra affection. Even if it was annoying and insanely embarrassing. Mukai was like a puppy; you could tell what he was thinking and how he was feeling just by looking at him. No matter how many times Watanabe pushed him away, Mukai would sulk momentarily before bouncing right back. Unlike Sakuma who would just laugh in their faces when they tried to rebuff him. Visions of Meguro pointedly pushing Sakuma away only to be soundly ignored and cuddled against his will. Watanabe let out a half snort at the thought. Mukai’s mumble behind him reminded Watanabe that they were still in bed, and he just got caught-up in his own mind. He waited for Mukai to ask him questions, or to tease him. Neither came just Mukai’s soft breath against the nape of Watanabe’s neck which made him shiver slightly. Had they not done it less than an hour ago, Watanabe would probably have been affected by that.
Their relationship was an interesting one for Watanabe. Nothing like the quiet comfort that he felt with Miyadate as a teenager. Mukai seemed to always be ready to shower Watanabe with affectionate. It made him feel warm and fuzzy, and a bit dizzy from the dose of happiness. He sometimes wondered what Mukai saw in him. Watanabe was known for his independent streak and his social anxiety didn’t make him the easiest person to be with. But, whenever the dark thoughts would swirl in his head and his anxiety would get the best of him, Mukai would be there to shower him with reassurances and sweet words. The others sometimes poked fun at how their relationship was perfectly balanced. But, if Watanabe was honest, even he could see how one-sided it was. Mukai showered him with affection, reassured him when needed, set things up for him, and in general took care of him. Watanabe would wonder, not for the first time, which one of them was older. He felt his brain drift off to sleep, as he decided that in the morning, he would try to make it up to Mukai.
Watanabe was woken-up in the morning by the delicious smell of omelets and fresh coffee. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked at Mukai standing over a pan cooking. He was lightly humming to himself with his burnt orange apron wrapped around him, his hair held up in a palm-tree on the top of his head. He looked utterly adorable. With a small rush he recalled his thoughts the night before. As quietly as possible he got out of the bed and walked over to Mukai. When his arms wrapped around the younger male, he jumped with a yelp. Watanabe chuckled, his voice low and rough with just waking up.
“Don’t do that! You know I’m easily startled.” Mukai’s pout was entirely too enticing and before he knew he was doing it Watanabe pulled Mukai into a kiss. Distracted, Mukai’s eyes widened as he smelt the beginnings of a burnt omelet. He hurriedly turned off the heat and transferred the still edible rolled omlete onto a plate. Watanabe pulled Mukai back into his arms once the food was safe and the risk of fire was diminished. Mukai looked at Watanabe in mild surprise but said nothing as he let himself be drawn into another kiss.
“You know, I love you too.” Watanabe gave Mukai one last kiss before he walked away to the bathroom to freshen up. Mukai let out a strangled noise, unable to process what had just happened. He was left standing in his kitchen, with his ridiculous palm-tree hair, and his face as bright red as a ripe tomato.
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Fandom: Snow Man
Pair: Watanabe/Mukai
Rating: PG (I suppose small suggestions of more?)
Summary: Mukai is very affectionate, and Watanabe isn't always sure how to handle it. But, sometimes he knows exactly what to do.
A/N: This is super short, but when thinking of people who would just say words of love unprompted at random, Koji came to mind, so here we are xD
At least I didn't have to skip this time? (hey I even have an appropriate icon!)
“I love you” Watanabe is almost asleep when he hears the words murmured into his right ear. He tolerated Mukai cuddling closer to him. They are in Mukai’s bed that night that night. Watanabe had grown used to Mukai’s overly affectionate ways over the last few years. Though, thinking about it, he had not always been receptive of them. Watanabe shifts himself onto his left side and waits a beat before he felt Mukai’s arms wrap around him tight and pull him closer to Mukai’s warm body.
Secretly, Watanabe loved the extra affection. Even if it was annoying and insanely embarrassing. Mukai was like a puppy; you could tell what he was thinking and how he was feeling just by looking at him. No matter how many times Watanabe pushed him away, Mukai would sulk momentarily before bouncing right back. Unlike Sakuma who would just laugh in their faces when they tried to rebuff him. Visions of Meguro pointedly pushing Sakuma away only to be soundly ignored and cuddled against his will. Watanabe let out a half snort at the thought. Mukai’s mumble behind him reminded Watanabe that they were still in bed, and he just got caught-up in his own mind. He waited for Mukai to ask him questions, or to tease him. Neither came just Mukai’s soft breath against the nape of Watanabe’s neck which made him shiver slightly. Had they not done it less than an hour ago, Watanabe would probably have been affected by that.
Their relationship was an interesting one for Watanabe. Nothing like the quiet comfort that he felt with Miyadate as a teenager. Mukai seemed to always be ready to shower Watanabe with affectionate. It made him feel warm and fuzzy, and a bit dizzy from the dose of happiness. He sometimes wondered what Mukai saw in him. Watanabe was known for his independent streak and his social anxiety didn’t make him the easiest person to be with. But, whenever the dark thoughts would swirl in his head and his anxiety would get the best of him, Mukai would be there to shower him with reassurances and sweet words. The others sometimes poked fun at how their relationship was perfectly balanced. But, if Watanabe was honest, even he could see how one-sided it was. Mukai showered him with affection, reassured him when needed, set things up for him, and in general took care of him. Watanabe would wonder, not for the first time, which one of them was older. He felt his brain drift off to sleep, as he decided that in the morning, he would try to make it up to Mukai.
Watanabe was woken-up in the morning by the delicious smell of omelets and fresh coffee. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked at Mukai standing over a pan cooking. He was lightly humming to himself with his burnt orange apron wrapped around him, his hair held up in a palm-tree on the top of his head. He looked utterly adorable. With a small rush he recalled his thoughts the night before. As quietly as possible he got out of the bed and walked over to Mukai. When his arms wrapped around the younger male, he jumped with a yelp. Watanabe chuckled, his voice low and rough with just waking up.
“Don’t do that! You know I’m easily startled.” Mukai’s pout was entirely too enticing and before he knew he was doing it Watanabe pulled Mukai into a kiss. Distracted, Mukai’s eyes widened as he smelt the beginnings of a burnt omelet. He hurriedly turned off the heat and transferred the still edible rolled omlete onto a plate. Watanabe pulled Mukai back into his arms once the food was safe and the risk of fire was diminished. Mukai looked at Watanabe in mild surprise but said nothing as he let himself be drawn into another kiss.
“You know, I love you too.” Watanabe gave Mukai one last kiss before he walked away to the bathroom to freshen up. Mukai let out a strangled noise, unable to process what had just happened. He was left standing in his kitchen, with his ridiculous palm-tree hair, and his face as bright red as a ripe tomato.
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