Photograph
"Hiro-san," Nowaki chuckles, beckoning his lover with the flick of one large, open palm, "Come here. I'd like to take a picture with you!"
Hiroki scowls, swiping sticky golden brown hairs from his sweat dampened forehead before skulking toward his overzealous boyfriend and making a point to glare daggers at any curious passersby.
"People are staring." He grumbles, self-conscious as Nowaki's tiny smile grows into the most mirthful of grins; until he's so smug that Hiroki is tempted to punch him, but in the end refrains, because the only thing he really dislikes about Nowaki is seeing him upset.
The flash of his lover's brand new digital camera temporarily blinds him, and he wonders idly why he ever believed such an item would be a suitable gift for his giant boyfriend.
Sure, the buffoon adores it (as Hiroki is sure he'd love anything his precious Hiro-san bought for him), but all these random photo-ops are starting to drive him mad.
"Why are we taking a picture here, of all places?" He hisses through clenched teeth, grimacing as Nowaki scrolls through their countless other portraits on the tiny screen. A particularly candid photo that he definitely doesn't remember taking (as he appears to be asleep) catches his eye, but it's gone before he can even muster the will to yell.
"This is a special place." Nowaki answers, blithe as ever as he tugs his older lover through the glossy doors ahead of them, bells jingling as they're met with a gust of heavenly cool air, the mouthwatering scent of fresh food, and the boom of ten, twenty voices, all mingling in their untrained ears.
"Why?" Kamijou finds himself questioning, bemused to be asking his junior much of anything, "We eat here all the time."
To which Nowaki simply laughs, eyes glittering in the dim light as their hostess seats them and the many voices nearly sweep his words away.
"Because I love Hiro-san so much that every moment with him feels like euphoria. I want to remember that feeling even when I'm busy at work and Hiro-san isn't there to light up my day."
Hiroki's face feels like it's on fire as his heart leaps into his throat like some jumpy bullfrog. It's befitting that his next words are croaked as he wipes the condensation from his glass, feeling admittedly just a little euphoric himself, "Idiot."
But really, they both know that he means "I love you too."
Sometimes even he doesn't really understand why he keeps up his coldhearted façade. Not even when Nowaki's foot snuggles against his own beneath the table and the waitress has to ask him if he's feeling alright.
"You look a little hot." She worries, and he shoots his lover a glower, as if to say,
"Keep your mouth shut, or else."
And Nowaki's answering snicker is anything but innocent.
Fin.
So there's this anonymous reviewer who calls themselves "x", who always leaves such thoughtful feedback and I'm never able to thank them properly. I thought to myself, 'What would "x" like to read?' and I ended up coming up with this. So, I really hope you like it! Thank you so much for your support!
It's been so warm lately! I love it! I graduate May 18th, so it's fantastic that I'm spending the last month or so of my high school career with such amazing weather.
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