Len awoke to the sound of bacon sizzling in the frying pan, humming, and the smell of what would probably be the best breakfast he'd eat in months. This startled him for two reasons.
One, since his first day living in his cosy little apartment, his fridge was constantly on the verge of being empty, and whatever little items inside were microwave meals and half-eaten takeaway. He hardly ever cooked for himself, so the fact that the kitchen was in use came as a rather hard shock.
The second, and more alarming reason was that he lived alone.
He was greeted with a dull throbbing in the back of his head as he hobbled out of his room, wondering how exactly the stranger got in.
Although the most obvious explanation, he refused to believe he'd gotten himself stupid-drunk and picked up a random person on the street to screw. 'I would know better,' he insisted 'Even drunk I would never…'
Leaning against the wall slightly for support, he made his way down the corridor and into the joint Kitchen/Living Room.
His father bought him the apartment –fully-furnished and a bit big for a single person to live in– as a peace offering. Naturally he'd seen right through the 'peace offering' and figured the extra bedroom (much smaller than the main bedroom, with soft- coloured curtains and walls and soft carpets, but oddly no bed) was his father's way of hinting that their 'disagreements' about his future were far, far from over.
Knocked out of his thoughts by the lack of wall beneath his fingers, Len squinted, trying to focus on the figure on the other side of the room. It was easier than he thought it would be. Stanger had a mop of blue hair, tanned skin, and wore a lilac apron. He briefly mused that Stranger was another one of his father's 'peace offerings', probably from a slightly less wealthy family, majoring in something slightly less 'embarrassing', in a school that was slightly more sophisticated.
As he approached the intruder, he found himself appreciating the fact that he'd have something to eat when they left. Suspicious or not, breakfast smelled delicious, and he was desperate enough to deal with whatever side-effects came with eating it.
He'd made the grave mistake of underestimating his mystery ailment and took a few too many steps into the sunlight cutting into the room like a knife. Sharp bursts of pain sparked behind his eyes and he fell to the ground –or rather, the couch– dramatically. He groaned curling in on himself to hide his face from the light, which gained Stranger's immediate attention.
Abandoning the delicious-smelling meal, Stranger practically leapt over the kitchen counter towards the injured blonde, removing their apron to cover Len's head in it. Stranger led him back to his room, their touch gentle as they tucked the blonde back into the blankets. After a few moments, the throbbing dulled once more and Len tore the apron from his head. "Who are you?!" He spat almost immediately, choking slightly when their eyes met.
Stranger was very much hot. Stranger stood out as the hottest thing in the apartment since the air conditioner broke last summer. A toned body and a dorky, dumb look in his eyes that made Len a little bit more sympathetic for Stranger, as he probably lost his way looking for his own apartment.
Stranger broke eye contact in order to check the blonde's temperature. Even though Len cringed back at the stains on his hands, Stranger persisted, and gave a triumphant grunt that Len couldn't help thinking of in different contexts. Stranger's worry increased tenfold when a blush made its way to the blonde's face, and he ran out briefly to return with a first aid kit. "Y-Your temperature's normal but you might still be sick!" Stranger announced, retrieving an icepack from the box and placing it over the blonde's face. Len groaned in irritation and flung the cold wet thing back at the blue-haired male. "I'm fine!" He explained, "My head hurts a bit, but not too much that I can't yell at you!"
His could practically feel blood rushing to his cheeks when he realized he'd hit Stranger square in the chest, and Stranger wasn't wearing a shirt. As droplets fell from the point of impact and manoeuvred down that torso, Len felt grateful that the blankets were covering his lower half, because a way to make the situation far more awkward was growing by the second. 'How old are you Len?' He berated himself, letting out a rather irritated huff.
"N…Never got your name Stranger" he said, trying to keep his head out the metaphorical gutter and stared intently at his ceiling instead of anywhere on the blue-haired male that could make his situation worse.
"Kaito…Kaito." The other male said, as if confirming it for himself than for the blonde.
"Why're you here?"
Kaito chuckled, scratching the back of his head "It's sort of a long story."
Len crossed his arms, a smile crept onto his face "I'm hungry, and I've got time."
The eggs were dry and the bacon a few scorch marks away from being burnt, but the toast was perfect, the sausages juicy there's orange juice in the fridge and more than one kind of fruit and even though he has to take medicine that tastes like pavement in winter, it's still the best breakfast Len's eaten in months.
A/N: So this is my new pet project. Since there aren't as many frequently updating KaiLen fics I'm writing this to fill the void in my soul, because this was my FIRST FREAKING OTP.
A brief warning here and now, it's going to jump around in time a lot, since it's easier for me to write as random ideas come, as opposed to waiting until I know how to continue where I left off. It'll (hopefully) cut chapter waits in half, but no promises. Just started Senior Year and I practically caved under the stress on the first day.
I've already got a few ideas for certain chapters (Chapter 10 of the main plot is where the name of the fic comes from. Anyone wanna guess what'll happen?)
If this isn't updated after two weeks, send me a message through tumblr (the-scalemate-princess) with a prompt or friendly reminder that I should be working on this and I'll get right on it!
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-Mycah
