[ Giddy with it, really. It's practically indecent. He's two seconds away from humming a jaunty tune just to channel some of the good vibes, and that notion just keeps echoing back and forth in his wind tunnel of a head. My boyfriend, meet the family, my boyfriend, white picket fence, my--
Reki's lips feel so nice against his back. Even after Kojiro carefully loads their subs into the oven -- loaded up with enough cheese to kill a man -- he still doesn't budge. Just leans against the stove, grinning faintly and trying (failing) to remember another time he's been this happy. ]
Talk about spoiled, I'm getting dinner and a show back here.
[ there's the soft huff of laughter against kojiro's skin, reki's thin arms looping around his waist to keep their bodies nice and snug. maybe not too long ago he'd worry about getting in the way or scare himself off with the idea that no one wants to be embraced by someone who's been marinating in car exhaust fumes the whole way home, but kojiro's basically on the verge of becoming family now. no mercy anymore. ]
Thank you.
[ his voice goes lower and softer as he snuggles his cheek against kojiro's skin. ]
For doing this. It was rough, keeping something so important from them.
[ Not entirely, and Kojiro would never presume as much. Reki's closer to his family than Kojiro's ever been to his own. Kojiro and Kaoru tore up the island when they were teenagers for a few very good reasons, and most of those reasons were directly related to their families. They each coped in their own way after moving out; Kojiro's methods involved estrangement. And lonely as that could be, there are certain fringe benefits. Primarily (and especially in this case), Kojiro's beholden to himself alone. There's no one left to care that he's shacking up with a man almost ten years his junior.
Except Kaoru, but he has no room whatsoever to have any kind of opinion in the matter.
So no, Kojiro can't totally understand how nerve-wracking this is for Reki. But that's part of why he wants to make sure this goes smoothly for him. Ma seems open to it, and that's important. Kojiro just needs to prove he cares; that he loves Reki, that he'll do anything for him, that he'll keep him safe and happy. And all of that? That's a cinch. In the bag.
Kojiro hums a quiet sigh, and rests his hands -- large and warm -- over Reki's arms. ]
I didn't know you were telling them. How'd that go? You wanna tell me about it?
I didn't say shit. My aunt started working the truth outta me and I realized too late Ma had put her up to it.
[ not that he sounds particularly pissed about getting checkmated by his own mother; turns out it's a lot more comforting to think she's doing what she can to keep tabs on him, rather than losing track of him entirely.
he's starting to suspect too that he's never been half as slick as he thought he was, but one big reveal at a time, here. ]
Then Ma showed up to the shop with lunch... It was a dirty play, I didn't stand a chance. And it's been awhile since we had a moment like that, but...
[ but as good as it felt to finally clear the air of all those secrets he'd been keeping, half of them weren't his to tell. more guilt on top of the old, until he just couldn't stand it anymore. his arms tighten and he mutters glumly: ]
Hey, none of that. I told you I'm good with however you wanna play this whole thing.
[ Reki's arm gets a reassuring squeeze, and tempting as it is to turn around and wrap him up in a big hug, Kojiro has this sneaking suspicion that he's happy right where he is. No need to fuck that up. ]
They love you enough to bully the truth out of you. And it seems like they're chill with everything. That's all the important stuff. Probably just wanna make sure you're safe and happy, which I hope you are. So the rest is easy.
Sorry you didn't get to tell them in your own way, though.
Besides, I uh. Kinda drunkenly forced you out at S with that mistletoe stunt so... Call it even, if you want.
[ if only he had the cojones to just mack on kojiro right in front of everyone to begin with. would have saved him a bunch of sleepless nights and the lecture from langa about keeping things from him, again. somewhere along the way, he ought to have learned a lesson in all this.
mostly, though, it's just a relief that it's over. ]
Never seemed right, treating something really good like a dirty secret. That's—
[ he swallows down the next point. too much of a buzzkill to bring that up now. energy better spent letting himself be happy, probably. how convenient that he's in the happiest place in the world already, spoiled by kojiro's warmth and lazily toying with the luxuriously soft curls at the back of his neck. ]
I'm just glad we're here now. I'm not really sweating how it happened if it means we get to be together.
[ There's only so much a man can take, and Reki's being too sweet for his own good. Kojiro turns just enough to get an arm around Reki's shoulders, to yank him around and pull him in for a kiss that feels every bit as warm and comforting as everything else floating between them right now. ]
Me too. Together's all that matters. But you got a lot of nerve, coming in here with all that sweet stuff. Gonna spoil your appetite.
[ As if on cue, there's a timer beeping on Kojiro's watch. One more kiss, and Reki's free to move about the kitchen again. Kojiro's momentarily preoccupied getting their dinner out of the oven and plated. The subs are picturesque; rolls toasted to perfection, sauce molten, cheese all browned and bubbly. Lou is completely distraught that none of it's heading his way. ]
Uhn-uh. No. Too good for puppies. [ Kojiro passes a plated sub over to Reki. ] Babe. Take it. Your son's trying for a felony.
[ for all the messiness and strife, it really is worth it to be kissed like this. nothing in his mind can convince him that this is anything but love, pure and simple, and his heart swells with it, leaving him smiling softly in the aftermath.
he sticks close to kojiro from there, tucking himself into places he won't be in the way — which isn't difficult, considering kojiro can reach clear over his head. it puts him at a strategic advantage when lou attempts an intercept; reki's right there to finesse the plate out of reach of his whining little muzzle and catch him between his feet so that he can't jump.
it's not his first rodeo dealing with small creatures trying to get into things they shouldn't. he juggles all that as he wrestles the baby gate into place with his free hand, releasing lou from his torturous cinch the second it's snapped into place. it's only a second of mournful wailing until reki tosses a toy over the gate for him on his way to curl up on the couch, already scrolling at mach speeds the second his ass hits the cushion. ]
What are we feelin' tonight? Murder or trashy people?
[ It's always entertaining to watch Kojiro navigate the gate. For all his bulk, he's not exactly graceful; that's doubly true when he's balancing a plate, a bowl of extra grated cheese, and two cans of Super Dry, right on Reki's heels. That's almost a disaster when his pants leg catches on the corner of the gate, but a last-minute fumbled recovery just means his waistline is now riding criminally low on his hips. It's all smooth sailing once he's on the couch though, ungainly flop and legs spread so Reki can man his usual position between them. ]
What's your ma making to eat on Thursday? [ Kojiro wiggles a can of beer for Reki to take. ] I'll coordinate dessert.
[ baby gates are formidable and tricky foes even with all reki's seasoned years of experience, so he's not laughing too hard. he's faceplanted his way into the kitchen once or twice too; kojiro gets a sympathetic sweep over his chest once he's settled and reki has fitted himself into his spot accordingly. ]
Shit, didn't think to ask.
[ his first instinct — after cracking that beer and gulping from it like a man dying of thirst — is to pull up his mother's number on his phone. but. something still feels illicit about ringing his mother from his boyfriend's lap. ]
[ Kojiro's acutely aware of the newfound freedom in this. Not hiding it -- the ability to openly acknowledge what they are -- has to feel amazing. He's not about to deny Reki the chance to bask in that novelty. If he wants to call ma from right here, all sprawled and comfortable against Kojiro's chest, he's more than welcome. As long as he can deal with Kojiro idly toying with his hair while he talks, Reki will be golden. ]
Just tell her I said thanks for the invite.
[ And really, dinner is at no risk of going cold here. The sauce is still practically lava. ]
[ which, of course, is cause for immediate regret. he's not expecting his mom to immediately pick up and start gushing, "how are my boyyyyys?" before he even has the chance to swallow down the first bite of his sandwich, and he doesn't have a shot at interjecting before she starts listing off all the shopping she's done for dinner. ("you said he didn't like japanese food, right? your sister wants steak anyway, i think her iron's low, you should really get checked too, i can make an appointment, i'm worried you're not eating enough—") ]
I'm fine. We're fine. We just wanted to know what to bring.
[ which begets a new tangent: how thoughtful! what impeccable manners! reki's just glad he has a beer to nurse as his mother wonders aloud if his boyfriend will be the key to turning him into a respectable member of society after all. that's when he has to glance up at kojiro and admit: ]
I don't know what I thought was gonna come out of this.
[ Reki won't catch Kojiro saying a damn thing about it. This is too cute for words. Instead, he listens, silently scrubbing his fingertips over Reki's scalp while a grin crawls onto his face. It's perfectly clear to Kojiro that Reki comes from big hearts, and he hasn't even met them yet. That's nothing to balk at.
Be nice, he mouths, and pushes a quiet kiss against Reki's temple. He's never heard Kojiro sounding so damn respectful, though: ]
Steak sounds great. Thank you, ma'am. We'll bring you some cabernet and cheesecake.
[ traitor. at least for a moment, reki gets to experience the other side of this. his tip off is his mother's squealed, "so fancy! you didn't tell me he's fancy!" that's his cue to go back to his sandwich while his mother grills kojiro rapid-fire, inquiring about everything from allergies to his size in slippers. he only steps in again when his mother begins grilling kojiro about how difficult reki's been, to which his answer is a less than nice: ]
I'm not torturing him, he's fine. Anyway, dinner's ready, we gotta go. Love ya.
[ the first one doesn't take — nor does the second or third — but eventually, he finds the right tone and a quiet moment to jam the end call button. ]
[ Kojiro fields the interrogation with the same easy charisma that lends so well to taming Reki's more persnickity demons. No ma'am, no allergies, thank you for asking, you're too kind, yes whatever sides you'd like to make, don't go out of your way please, largest you have and I'll make it work, he's great, he's perfect, he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. And all the while, he maintains unflinching eye contact with Reki, eyes all dreamy-soft with a lazy smile.
Then they say their five-times-over goodbyes, and Kojiro tugs gently on Reki's hair. Is he sure; like that had any possibility of dissuading him. ]
Depends. You gonna let me make you a respectable member of society?
[ That's too deadpan. And a fuck of a thing to ask while Kojiro's digging under the couch for their box and then fishing out a joint. ]
[ it's a great smile, the kind that would make him melt if he wasn't so keyed up. his gaze in return is lethal. ]
Don't you start.
[ not that his temper lasts for long under these conditions. just long enough for him to snatch that joint away and huff moodily — against kojiro, still, because where else is he going to go? it takes two seconds of having his lungs full of smoke for his head to clear and grace him with the revelation that he's just nervous for a brand new reason he'd never even considered before. ]
[ no, he's being a dick. he'll make up for it though by volunteering himself to grab two fresh beers from the fridge, cracking kojiro's apologetically. ]
Just... that's all, you know? The house is pretty old and there's a lot of kids, it's impossible to keep that fucking place clean. We're definitely not anyone's favorite neighbors. So... If you think...
[ the memory of his mother saying the word "fancy" is going to haunt his nightmares forever. if he doesn't cringe to death right here and now as he crawls back into kojiro's arms miserably. ]
[ Lucky for Reki, Kojiro's stint in Italy is just about the only thing that's contributed any supposed fanciness to his existence. In case he missed a few crucial points from this evening alone, they're not exactly living in Michelin four-star accommodations here. It's not their style, it's definitely never been Kojiro's idea of a good time, and meeting Reki's family sure as hell isn't gonna alter how Kojiro feels about their life together.
Kojiro sips contentedly at his newest can of beer, and passes the joint back to Reki. A lot of things are very tempting right now. Tempting to prod at Reki for more little pieces of Kyan trivia. Tempting to smother his face with kisses until he cracks a smile again. Tempting to go into some ugly details about the Nanjo family so that Reki can find some gratitude for his own. But none of that really fits the vibe. It's enough to curl his legs up around Reki's hips, and keep him still and present for a few minutes while Kojiro finishes his sub.
Then, finally: ]
You're not gonna scare me off. They aren't gonna scare me off. It's gonna be fun. I promise.
[ everyone's favorite little pessimist. but forced to sit still and sip the lingering smoke from kojiro's lips, idly stroking that broad chest beneath him, his mood is tempered into something that's borderline tender.
from the bottom of his heart, he knows kojiro doesn't give a shit about any of this. that's the real fear; that one piece of himself will turn indifferent to the other, or not fit at all, or implode upon impact. also probably not going to happen, judging by the careful pressure keeping him still and safe. it's better to close his eyes and let the high talk for him. ]
I just want you to love them too. Because... I love you and I think all the time about...
[ something that makes him smile for a second, sweet and whimsical, as he squishes his cheek against kojiro's shoulder. ]
About how good it'd be if we were a family, you know?
[ If Reki were any more heartwarming, Kojiro would just melt.
Truthfully, he's more than halfway there already. It sounds so nice when Reki says it like that, nicer still when Kojiro actually stops to consider it. He feels absolutely spoiled with love just from having Reki and Lou to come home to, all warm and whole every single night. So if that's what family's supposed to feel like, Kojiro's sold; point blank, no questions asked. ]
Hey. [ Kojiro pushes his forehead against Reki's, coaxing him to look up until they're eye to eye. Dad speech incoming. ]
I love you too. And if they're anything like you, I don't see how anyone could dislike them. There's nothing embarrassing about unconditional love and support, babe. So assuming they actually want me in the family, that'd be a total dream.
[ yup, all the telltale signs of dad speech rapidly approaching are there — not that reki minds. it's not the first one of these he's kicked off with a sigh and endured with only the most adoring and starry-eyed gaze. it's been their thing for so long that it's just become a part of their rhythm, only now reki doesn't have to subdue that part of himself that wants to hold on as tightly as possible, all that love and longing written as plainly across his face as neat print. ]
Like it's that easy.
[ a little attitude is just par for the course; he's smiling despite it, fingers sunk into kojiro's hair to keep him still as he gently bumps their noses together. ]
Course I'm gonna sweat it. I've never done anything this important before. But... don't think the pressure's on you to make this happen, all right?
[ he turns his head just for a second, long enough to fill his lungs with smoke so that he can slowly feed it through kojiro's lips, lingering against him in the fog, pleased as anything. ]
[ This isn't what Kojiro signed up for; getting knocked the fuck out at every turn like this, lovestruck and heartsick and aching. This is gonna be the death of him. He knows it will. Breathing in the blowback, lips practically itching for Reki's mouth, basking in a lethal combination of earthy smoke and honeyed words; it's too fucking much. How is he supposed to keep it together?
One breath at a time. A hand creeping under Reki's shirt, resting heavy on his waist. An indulgent smile. A low hum. Grounding. Maybe he can keep it together like that. ]
You got me. No matter what. Promise.
I'm gonna lose it if there's a single crack in that cheesecake though.
[ easy as anything. reki rises beneath his touch like a well-fed cat and purrs just like one too, soft and low against the corner of kojiro's mouth. there's a sweet, soothing little kiss left there, the heat of his breath blooming on kojiro's skin until reki's careful fingers stroke it all away. ]
Don't worry, baby. Nobody's gonna notice anything like that.
[ it's not that difficult to spot trouble when it's reki, and by now kojiro's probably already developed a sense for it. just in case, though, the fiendish smirk sliding across his face is fair warning. ]
They're all gonna be too busy digging into my rainbow sprinkle cupcakes.
[ That's grounds for Kojiro to nip at Reki's fingers. He just barely catches the edge of Reki's thumb, but it's enough of a snap to get his attention. ]
Guess they'll never be short on sugar while we're around, huh?
[ Kojiro's hands tend to wander once they've found bare skin. The one creeping under Reki's shirt shifts, a quick pull to yank him closer, before his blunted nails start a slow cycle over Reki's back. ]
Speaking of sugar, I'm being deprived here. What the fuck?
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[ Giddy with it, really. It's practically indecent. He's two seconds away from humming a jaunty tune just to channel some of the good vibes, and that notion just keeps echoing back and forth in his wind tunnel of a head. My boyfriend, meet the family, my boyfriend, white picket fence, my--
Reki's lips feel so nice against his back. Even after Kojiro carefully loads their subs into the oven -- loaded up with enough cheese to kill a man -- he still doesn't budge. Just leans against the stove, grinning faintly and trying (failing) to remember another time he's been this happy. ]
Spoiling me again back there?
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[ there's the soft huff of laughter against kojiro's skin, reki's thin arms looping around his waist to keep their bodies nice and snug. maybe not too long ago he'd worry about getting in the way or scare himself off with the idea that no one wants to be embraced by someone who's been marinating in car exhaust fumes the whole way home, but kojiro's basically on the verge of becoming family now. no mercy anymore. ]
Thank you.
[ his voice goes lower and softer as he snuggles his cheek against kojiro's skin. ]
For doing this. It was rough, keeping something so important from them.
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[ Not entirely, and Kojiro would never presume as much. Reki's closer to his family than Kojiro's ever been to his own. Kojiro and Kaoru tore up the island when they were teenagers for a few very good reasons, and most of those reasons were directly related to their families. They each coped in their own way after moving out; Kojiro's methods involved estrangement. And lonely as that could be, there are certain fringe benefits. Primarily (and especially in this case), Kojiro's beholden to himself alone. There's no one left to care that he's shacking up with a man almost ten years his junior.
Except Kaoru, but he has no room whatsoever to have any kind of opinion in the matter.
So no, Kojiro can't totally understand how nerve-wracking this is for Reki. But that's part of why he wants to make sure this goes smoothly for him. Ma seems open to it, and that's important. Kojiro just needs to prove he cares; that he loves Reki, that he'll do anything for him, that he'll keep him safe and happy. And all of that? That's a cinch. In the bag.
Kojiro hums a quiet sigh, and rests his hands -- large and warm -- over Reki's arms. ]
I didn't know you were telling them. How'd that go? You wanna tell me about it?
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[ not that he sounds particularly pissed about getting checkmated by his own mother; turns out it's a lot more comforting to think she's doing what she can to keep tabs on him, rather than losing track of him entirely.
he's starting to suspect too that he's never been half as slick as he thought he was, but one big reveal at a time, here. ]
Then Ma showed up to the shop with lunch... It was a dirty play, I didn't stand a chance. And it's been awhile since we had a moment like that, but...
[ but as good as it felt to finally clear the air of all those secrets he'd been keeping, half of them weren't his to tell. more guilt on top of the old, until he just couldn't stand it anymore. his arms tighten and he mutters glumly: ]
Sorry, man, I should have talked to you first.
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[ Reki's arm gets a reassuring squeeze, and tempting as it is to turn around and wrap him up in a big hug, Kojiro has this sneaking suspicion that he's happy right where he is. No need to fuck that up. ]
They love you enough to bully the truth out of you. And it seems like they're chill with everything. That's all the important stuff. Probably just wanna make sure you're safe and happy, which I hope you are. So the rest is easy.
Sorry you didn't get to tell them in your own way, though.
Besides, I uh. Kinda drunkenly forced you out at S with that mistletoe stunt so... Call it even, if you want.
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[ if only he had the cojones to just mack on kojiro right in front of everyone to begin with. would have saved him a bunch of sleepless nights and the lecture from langa about keeping things from him, again. somewhere along the way, he ought to have learned a lesson in all this.
mostly, though, it's just a relief that it's over. ]
Never seemed right, treating something really good like a dirty secret. That's—
[ he swallows down the next point. too much of a buzzkill to bring that up now. energy better spent letting himself be happy, probably. how convenient that he's in the happiest place in the world already, spoiled by kojiro's warmth and lazily toying with the luxuriously soft curls at the back of his neck. ]
I'm just glad we're here now. I'm not really sweating how it happened if it means we get to be together.
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[ There's only so much a man can take, and Reki's being too sweet for his own good. Kojiro turns just enough to get an arm around Reki's shoulders, to yank him around and pull him in for a kiss that feels every bit as warm and comforting as everything else floating between them right now. ]
Me too. Together's all that matters. But you got a lot of nerve, coming in here with all that sweet stuff. Gonna spoil your appetite.
[ As if on cue, there's a timer beeping on Kojiro's watch. One more kiss, and Reki's free to move about the kitchen again. Kojiro's momentarily preoccupied getting their dinner out of the oven and plated. The subs are picturesque; rolls toasted to perfection, sauce molten, cheese all browned and bubbly. Lou is completely distraught that none of it's heading his way. ]
Uhn-uh. No. Too good for puppies. [ Kojiro passes a plated sub over to Reki. ] Babe. Take it. Your son's trying for a felony.
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he sticks close to kojiro from there, tucking himself into places he won't be in the way — which isn't difficult, considering kojiro can reach clear over his head. it puts him at a strategic advantage when lou attempts an intercept; reki's right there to finesse the plate out of reach of his whining little muzzle and catch him between his feet so that he can't jump.
it's not his first rodeo dealing with small creatures trying to get into things they shouldn't. he juggles all that as he wrestles the baby gate into place with his free hand, releasing lou from his torturous cinch the second it's snapped into place. it's only a second of mournful wailing until reki tosses a toy over the gate for him on his way to curl up on the couch, already scrolling at mach speeds the second his ass hits the cushion. ]
What are we feelin' tonight? Murder or trashy people?
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[ It's always entertaining to watch Kojiro navigate the gate. For all his bulk, he's not exactly graceful; that's doubly true when he's balancing a plate, a bowl of extra grated cheese, and two cans of Super Dry, right on Reki's heels. That's almost a disaster when his pants leg catches on the corner of the gate, but a last-minute fumbled recovery just means his waistline is now riding criminally low on his hips. It's all smooth sailing once he's on the couch though, ungainly flop and legs spread so Reki can man his usual position between them. ]
What's your ma making to eat on Thursday? [ Kojiro wiggles a can of beer for Reki to take. ] I'll coordinate dessert.
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Shit, didn't think to ask.
[ his first instinct — after cracking that beer and gulping from it like a man dying of thirst — is to pull up his mother's number on his phone. but. something still feels illicit about ringing his mother from his boyfriend's lap. ]
... Should I call?
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[ Kojiro's acutely aware of the newfound freedom in this. Not hiding it -- the ability to openly acknowledge what they are -- has to feel amazing. He's not about to deny Reki the chance to bask in that novelty. If he wants to call ma from right here, all sprawled and comfortable against Kojiro's chest, he's more than welcome. As long as he can deal with Kojiro idly toying with his hair while he talks, Reki will be golden. ]
Just tell her I said thanks for the invite.
[ And really, dinner is at no risk of going cold here. The sauce is still practically lava. ]
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[ which, of course, is cause for immediate regret. he's not expecting his mom to immediately pick up and start gushing, "how are my boyyyyys?" before he even has the chance to swallow down the first bite of his sandwich, and he doesn't have a shot at interjecting before she starts listing off all the shopping she's done for dinner. ("you said he didn't like japanese food, right? your sister wants steak anyway, i think her iron's low, you should really get checked too, i can make an appointment, i'm worried you're not eating enough—") ]
I'm fine. We're fine. We just wanted to know what to bring.
[ which begets a new tangent: how thoughtful! what impeccable manners! reki's just glad he has a beer to nurse as his mother wonders aloud if his boyfriend will be the key to turning him into a respectable member of society after all. that's when he has to glance up at kojiro and admit: ]
I don't know what I thought was gonna come out of this.
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Be nice, he mouths, and pushes a quiet kiss against Reki's temple. He's never heard Kojiro sounding so damn respectful, though: ]
Steak sounds great. Thank you, ma'am. We'll bring you some cabernet and cheesecake.
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I'm not torturing him, he's fine. Anyway, dinner's ready, we gotta go. Love ya.
[ the first one doesn't take — nor does the second or third — but eventually, he finds the right tone and a quiet moment to jam the end call button. ]
You sure you wanna do this?
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Then they say their five-times-over goodbyes, and Kojiro tugs gently on Reki's hair. Is he sure; like that had any possibility of dissuading him. ]
Depends. You gonna let me make you a respectable member of society?
[ That's too deadpan. And a fuck of a thing to ask while Kojiro's digging under the couch for their box and then fishing out a joint. ]
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Don't you start.
[ not that his temper lasts for long under these conditions. just long enough for him to snatch that joint away and huff moodily — against kojiro, still, because where else is he going to go? it takes two seconds of having his lungs full of smoke for his head to clear and grace him with the revelation that he's just nervous for a brand new reason he'd never even considered before. ]
My family, uh...
[ oh, right. the joint. he should pass that. ]
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Ma seems like fun.
[ Then a hit, and Kojiro would be on cloud nine if not for the fact that Reki's very clearly not. ]
What's eating you?
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[ no, he's being a dick. he'll make up for it though by volunteering himself to grab two fresh beers from the fridge, cracking kojiro's apologetically. ]
Just... that's all, you know? The house is pretty old and there's a lot of kids, it's impossible to keep that fucking place clean. We're definitely not anyone's favorite neighbors. So... If you think...
[ the memory of his mother saying the word "fancy" is going to haunt his nightmares forever. if he doesn't cringe to death right here and now as he crawls back into kojiro's arms miserably. ]
They're so embarrassing sometimes.
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[ Lucky for Reki, Kojiro's stint in Italy is just about the only thing that's contributed any supposed fanciness to his existence. In case he missed a few crucial points from this evening alone, they're not exactly living in Michelin four-star accommodations here. It's not their style, it's definitely never been Kojiro's idea of a good time, and meeting Reki's family sure as hell isn't gonna alter how Kojiro feels about their life together.
Kojiro sips contentedly at his newest can of beer, and passes the joint back to Reki. A lot of things are very tempting right now. Tempting to prod at Reki for more little pieces of Kyan trivia. Tempting to smother his face with kisses until he cracks a smile again. Tempting to go into some ugly details about the Nanjo family so that Reki can find some gratitude for his own. But none of that really fits the vibe. It's enough to curl his legs up around Reki's hips, and keep him still and present for a few minutes while Kojiro finishes his sub.
Then, finally: ]
You're not gonna scare me off. They aren't gonna scare me off. It's gonna be fun. I promise.
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[ everyone's favorite little pessimist. but forced to sit still and sip the lingering smoke from kojiro's lips, idly stroking that broad chest beneath him, his mood is tempered into something that's borderline tender.
from the bottom of his heart, he knows kojiro doesn't give a shit about any of this. that's the real fear; that one piece of himself will turn indifferent to the other, or not fit at all, or implode upon impact. also probably not going to happen, judging by the careful pressure keeping him still and safe. it's better to close his eyes and let the high talk for him. ]
I just want you to love them too. Because... I love you and I think all the time about...
[ something that makes him smile for a second, sweet and whimsical, as he squishes his cheek against kojiro's shoulder. ]
About how good it'd be if we were a family, you know?
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Truthfully, he's more than halfway there already. It sounds so nice when Reki says it like that, nicer still when Kojiro actually stops to consider it. He feels absolutely spoiled with love just from having Reki and Lou to come home to, all warm and whole every single night. So if that's what family's supposed to feel like, Kojiro's sold; point blank, no questions asked. ]
Hey. [ Kojiro pushes his forehead against Reki's, coaxing him to look up until they're eye to eye. Dad speech incoming. ]
I love you too. And if they're anything like you, I don't see how anyone could dislike them. There's nothing embarrassing about unconditional love and support, babe. So assuming they actually want me in the family, that'd be a total dream.
Don't sweat it.
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Like it's that easy.
[ a little attitude is just par for the course; he's smiling despite it, fingers sunk into kojiro's hair to keep him still as he gently bumps their noses together. ]
Course I'm gonna sweat it. I've never done anything this important before. But... don't think the pressure's on you to make this happen, all right?
[ he turns his head just for a second, long enough to fill his lungs with smoke so that he can slowly feed it through kojiro's lips, lingering against him in the fog, pleased as anything. ]
Whatever goes down, I still just want you.
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One breath at a time. A hand creeping under Reki's shirt, resting heavy on his waist. An indulgent smile. A low hum. Grounding. Maybe he can keep it together like that. ]
You got me. No matter what. Promise.
I'm gonna lose it if there's a single crack in that cheesecake though.
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Don't worry, baby. Nobody's gonna notice anything like that.
[ it's not that difficult to spot trouble when it's reki, and by now kojiro's probably already developed a sense for it. just in case, though, the fiendish smirk sliding across his face is fair warning. ]
They're all gonna be too busy digging into my rainbow sprinkle cupcakes.
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Guess they'll never be short on sugar while we're around, huh?
[ Kojiro's hands tend to wander once they've found bare skin. The one creeping under Reki's shirt shifts, a quick pull to yank him closer, before his blunted nails start a slow cycle over Reki's back. ]
Speaking of sugar, I'm being deprived here. What the fuck?
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