Title: Feather Pens

Summary: Lavi does more than just write with his feather pens; he uses them to be annoying too.

Pairings: LaviYu

Genre: Romance

Rating: K+

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM; Hoshino Katsura does.

Happy LaviYu day~

Feather Pens

There were a lot of feathers in Lavi's room.

This wasn't a surprise at all, since Lavi used them to write, and he wrote a lot. And it was something connected to pleasant things, which was always a little difficult to find during a war. Kanda liked sitting cross-legged on Lavi's bed and watching those feather pens sway rapidly back and forth as Lavi sat at his desk, while things were calm.

Though perhaps the way they were scattered across the floor was pushing it a bit and occasionally, no matter how much Kanda didn't mind the feathers (which was just about the same as liking something when it came to him), he did make Lavi actually pick those things up (and papers as well). Because, hell, if he was going to spend nights in Lavi's room then he wanted it at least remotely clean; he was no fan of messes like Lavi and Bookman. He could never understand that.

But he certainly couldn't complain about how ink and paper smelled pretty close to Lavi, something he had obviously grown to like. He just didn't really like when he could barely even step on floor.

Neither did he like the damn feather pens all the time either.

Because sometimes, in the early morning hours, Lavi felt the need to tickle him with them. Which was ridiculous because Lavi wasn't an early riser, at all, but apparently it was perfectly fine to wake up early now and then only to do that. And that was just so typically Lavi, wasn't it? So it was alright.

Just annoying as hell, like everything Lavi, as it should be.

Kanda knew that when Lavi woke up ridiculously early in the morning, grabbed a stupid feather and slipped it over Kanda's lips, chin and neck, then he knew that Lavi was feeling good. When he went so out of his way to be as annoying as he possibly could be, enough to act unlike himself only to do so, then he was feeling especially happy. Then he was smiling and laughing at the ruffled state of Kanda's hair and crashing their lips together not out of desperation but because he simply wanted to.

So despite how annoying it was that he did it and despite how annoying it was that those feathers were strewn across the room probably only so he could get them easily when he felt like doing that, it made Kanda warm, not only just from annoyance. Happiness, maybe? Happiness because that was how Lavi always should be.

Kanda would just kick him out of the bed for it and roll over anyway. After all, that was just how they were.