What Relationships bring

Hello~~ Eren here and I'm sorry for not writing any oneshots yesterday for Valentine's Day but I was writing other things that should be uploaded tomorrow or so, so for now enjoy some HaruRin and SouMako goodness~~

I don't know, I was translating this AoKise fanfic where Kise was in booty shorts and, for some reason, I immediately pictured our innocent little Makoto in them~ I also think that Sousuke would either short circuit or something because he gives off that Koujaku-esque vibe to me (you know, a huge closet perv~~) so this was born from it. The next chapter will be what Haru and Rin did for Valentine's Day because these dorks deserve their own brand of ridiculous.

Ah right, this also takes place in a random AU! Where Sousuke is a cop and Mako is a firefighter~~

Oh little note, this will be my first romantical thingie so that's a thing

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Sousuke Yamazaki was officially pissed off.

His jerk of a best friend and partner had spent the entire day telling him, in incredibly vivid detail, about what Nanase had done for him for Valentine's Day, which included an apparently amazing blowjob which was half of the reason why he was so late in the first place. This had put the man in an irritable mood since it had gotten him thinking about his heavenly lover who, unfortunately, had been called away for duty all of three cities away due to a string of arson that was plaguing the place.

It had also gotten him thinking about what he would've done had Makoto been in town; however he was a pretty uncreative guy, which is probably why he would've bought the generic sappy stuff like chocolates or roses or something stupid like that.

Around lunch, he and Rin were called away on duty to apprehend some idiot who was robbing a jewellery store. It was relatively easy to catch him, but it had gotten Sousuke's mind off of his droopy-eyed angel( not that he was one to talk), at least until after the interrogation where it was discovered that the man was stealing an engagement ring to propose to his girlfriend of almost five years, to which Rin would not stop laughing at.

If it was only that, then perhaps Sousuke would've had a relatively alright day, but no, Nanase had to further remind him that Makoto wasn't in town when he had stopped by the station in his goddamn adorably domestic apron and his chef's hat with a box of handmade chocolate for his best friend, something Makoto would've most likely helped and delivered along with his blue eyed best friend.

The rest of the day after that was basically watching Rin eat his fucking perfectly made chocolates while hearing about all of his comrades-in-arms talk about how their respective girlfriends and boyfriends were sending them the 'cutest, most sweetest things ever~~' it was sickening….

Because he wanted it.

What was probably worst too, was that, throughout the entire day he was expecting Makoto to at least send him one text message or a phone call or something, since knowing the kind of person that he was, he would've done that at least, but nothing! Not even a phone call or one of those cheesy virtual flowers or anything, just absolutely nothing.

Rin wouldn't leave him alone, saying that he was acting like a love-sick puppy or something and that it was so adorable that he was going to get cavities after sending him a get well soon card for his injured pride.

Suffice to say, Sousuke was damn near ready to punch a hole through plaster. It was nearly half nine at night, and while it definitely wasn't one his most physically demanding days, it was emotionally taxing enough for him to hate his life. The raven was so irritated that he didn't notice the fact that the kitchen light was on or that the pleasing scent of Gnocchi and meatballs was wafting throughout the air.

He also didn't pay any mind to the extra pair of shoes that was sitting neatly at the doorway or the smiling brunette that was humming softly to himself while he was stirring the pasta sauce. He simply trudged to the couch and picked up the remote, turning the station to some random chickflick-the Notebook- fully prepared to eat the box of coconut and caramel filled chocolates that he had bought for his lover by himself while crying over the fact that Jack had died in the end.

Soft footsteps and a light huff of annoyance( or was that disbelief?) brought him out of his mope as a rather familiar broad silhouette stepped in front of the TV with his arms crossed and a soft smile on his face.

"Well, someone didn't miss me at all, huh?"

It took a couple of moments for Sousuke to process that, yes, Makoto was in front of him and that, no, this wasn't one of the many dreams he had had while the firefighter was away. Suddenly the gentle giant found himself enveloped in a bone crushing hug from his lover who was also kissing his neck.

Deep, gentle chuckles tumbled out of Makoto's lips as he played idly in Sousuke's hair, wondering if his boyfriend had even noticed what he was wearing, but, then again, dinner was still something that had to be enjoyed. Sousuke's kisses were steadily moving lower and the green eyed man drew the line when a soft moan threatened to fall from his mouth thanks to his skilful tongue.

"Okay, okay, down boy, we still need to eat dinner."

A sharp hum fell out of Sousuke's mouth and suddenly Makoto was on the couch, with his arms pinned above his head while Sousuke was literally biting into his neck. Makoto sighed, he had expected something along these lines, mainly because Sousuke had always been weak towards physiological torment, and admittedly, while it had taken everything in Makoto's being to not text him at least a cute Valentine greeting, he wanted everything to be perfect.

It was the reason why he had even taken Haru's suggestion in the first place.

The brunette quietly apologised to his boyfriend for doing what he was about to do before bucking rather harshly, which, in turn, threw poor Sousuke off of the couch. Makoto then dashed towards the kitchen where his sauce had just about dried down into non-existence. The brunette was about ready to shed tears, it had taken him over three hours to finally get it right too.

He made his way back to the living room where Sousuke was nursing his bruised elbow when he heard a sharp intake of breath, the brunette smiled, "So, you've finally noticed?"

The raven pinched himself, "Please tell me that you aren't wearing an apron with… are those booty shorts?!"

Makoto walked up to his boyfriend before turning around, modelling the fit of his ridiculously short pants, "Haru said that they bring out my back dimples, I just thought that they looked silly, what do you think, Sousuke?... Sousuke?"

The raven haired man swallowed. He slowly got up and turned his boyfriend around before hugging him again, "Do you have any idea, the amount of shit that Rin put me through today? He wouldn't shut up, and then he was punching my shoulder and eating chocolate and buying get well soon cards and… I missed you, okay."

Makoto was red in the face. Sousuke had initially thought that he was blushing but when he doubled over in loud laughter, and had to lean on him for support, the teal eyed man thought that he had just ruined the mood.

Makoto looked up at his pouting boyfriend and pinched his cheeks fondly, "Don't pout, you'll get wrinkles."

"I'm not pouting, this is my regular face."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. Come on, I made Gnocchi."

"You made Italian? God damnit I love you."

"…Did you just slap my ass, Sousuke?"

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Oh, look at that, basically the worst ending of all time~~

I feel kind of bad for Sousuke, he was totally prepared to sleep by himself to, don't worry honey, you'll never be #4evaalone~~

I have this headcanon that Sousuke would love Italian and French food, just because he gives of that smooth, suave stereotypical Italian air. That smooth as F air that gives absolutely no f's, yeah, that's the kind of air that Sousuke has.

Anyway, next time around is Rin and Haru an as I said, those two dorks have their own brand of Romance so look forward to that

-Tenshi~~