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My first Durarara! fic ever. Went to a Waffle House the other day and started imagining Shizuo & Izaya coming in every Sunday morning together, while Kida-kun and Mikado come in at midnight to the same place ever Sunday.

Disclaimer? I don't own Durarara! Or these boys. If I did their love would be so canon. Also: this is not betaed. You've been warned.

Bubbly laughter spilled in through the open restaurant door, followed by a grinning Masaomi pushing a scowling Mikado.

"Stop pushing me," Mikado grumbled. He stumbled purposefully to a booth in the corner and was unceremoniously shoved into the seat.

"You're just too slow! Look, it's already two minutes after midnight!" Masaomi whined, pointing at the clock near the door. He sprawled into the booth seat across from his friend. His eyes narrowly surveyed the restaurant, then, satisfied with its apparent safety, returned back to his far-too-serious friend.

"What took you so long to get to the station, anyway?"

"N-nothing!" Mikado stuttered, blushing. He didn't even want to think about what he had been doing before leaving his apartment; he would never tell Masaomi about something like that. "It's none of your business!"

"Whaa-! Why won't you tell me, Mikado-kun?" The blond leaned over onto the table and leaned his chin in his hands. "Is it something embarrasing?" he asked with a smirk.

"No! Of course not," Mikado replied. "I-Uh..."

Just then a waitress sauntered over and smiled at them. "The usual, then, dolls?"

"You know it! Hey, you dyed your hair, didn't you? It looks great!" Masaomi grinned devilishly.

The waitress flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder. "You're too sweet, dear," she said, winking before turning and walking back to the counter to put their order in.

"You know I hate it when you do that."

"Do what?" Masaomi asked, trying his best to look innocent.

"You know what," Mikado practically growled in response.

Two cups of steaming coffee were placed in front of them along with heaping bowls of cream and sugar. Mikado resolutely ignored the waitress while his friend continued flirting. He pulled out his phone and did his best to tune it out.

"How much cream and sugar do you want, Mikado-kun?"

"You know what I like," he mumbled.

"You're right, I do," Masaomi whispered back. Mikado looked up to see the blond licking a coffee spoon. He blinked in surprise and shifted in his seat. Masaomi always knew just what to do to get him going.

"Stop that!" He snatched the spoon out of the other boy's hand and stuck it in his coffee cup.

"Aw, you're no fun!"

Mikado rolled his eyes, he was used to his friend saying these kinds of things all the time. They had been officially dating for a month now, but Masaomi still flirted with nearly every girl he came into contact with. Mikado had spoken to him about it several times, with little to no results. Lately he had begun to suspect that his boyfriend did it to make him jealous, to make him want to stay with him even more. In that case, he would simply have to show his boyfriend just how much he wanted to be with him.

Their blueberry pancakes arrived, Masaomi's liberally topped with whipped cream and cherries. Watching him eat was just plain sinful; Mikado could barely make it through the meal without leaping over the table and kissing him senseless. That would just have to wait for later.