AN: Hoi hoi, it's your boy Peter Quince. That's right kiddos, I'm playing Peter Quince in A Midsummer's Night Dream by our man William Shakespeare. I'm pretty hype, seeing as last year I played a Kit Kat stripper in Cabaret last November.
Fact of day: I have sever stage fright, but I still try out for plays and musicals.
Yeah, so enough about me, y'all don't really care about that.
Question of day: How are you, please tell me whether PM or you say "hmmm, well maybe I'll just put it in reviews. When new readers look at the reviews they'll see 'well I got a 64 on my history essay, but hey we had my favorite dinner last night so it's all evening out' and need to read to see why I would even write this! Yeah let's do that". Okay you're probably not reading this but honestly how are you? Be honest, and now I'll write the story.
By the way, there may be gory scenes (if I can write them) because Aki is a jealous murderer.
I may write those. . . anyway~
MY QUESTION DIDN'T PUBLISH FROM LAST TIME! I WAS GONNA SAY WHY DON'T YOU CALL IT D GAY MAN WHEN YOU SHIP ALLEN AND KANDA AHHHHH!
GOD DAMMIT I'VE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE TO MAKE THAT FLIPPING PUN!
"Welcome to our bakery, find anything you'd like?"
Isao stood smiling, he was quite happy to be able to serve his customers. He had, after all, practiced for years with 'Uncle Haruhi'.
"Could I have the pecan pie?" A man grunted, looking outside. A small girl was spinning in circles, and looked in and gave the man a thumbs up.
Isao bent down and pulled a pie out for him. "Here ya go. It's $28.19." Isao smile (AN: I had to look up how much these cost, and this is the cheapest price for a fancy one I could find *sweat drops*).
The man mumbled something, and gave him money. He left, not taking the 1 dollar and 81 cents he got as change.
"Senpai, how's work?" Akihiko hugged his husband from behind.
"Y-you don't have to call me S-Senpai, we're married." Isao's face flushed.
"But I'll always be your Kouhai, right Senpai? And I also loved calling you that because it also makes you flustered~"
A couple female shoppers squealed from the display of a blushing boy and his husband.
"S-shut up. T-that was like when we were highschool, s-so you don't need to call me that. You're n-not my Kouhai you're my husband-hey!"
Akihiko's grip tightened at those words. Isao was his, no one else could call him Senpai or hold him the way Akihiko did. No one.
"A-Aki that hurts let go."
"Oh, sorry Isao." Akihiko let go. "I didn't mean to squeeze that hard." He smiled sweetly, and watched as people bought cupcakes and ordered specially made cakes. He tried to hide his disappointment when people ignored the wedding ring and asked if Akihiko was his brother or son.
Why would I be his son?! He doesn't look that old! Akihiko thought, looking at Isao. He didn't look too old. . . Sort of? He had dark circles from lack of sleep. He also had some wrinkles from the lack of sleep. He slouched a bit, but that's because he didn't sit up straight.
Okay, he looked slightly older than Akihiko, but that meant nothing.
"Aki-chan, be nice and put more samples on the plate for me. You can grab your own piece if you want."
Akihiko blinked at his husband and frowned, he put some small cubes of cake on the plate. Stupid job, making Isao pay attention to work and not him. He popped on cube in his mouth, placed the plate on the counter, and he went into the back room.
He sat down on a stool, and pouted.
His husband looked old.
Well, Aki would just have to fix that-no, not the fact Isao looks old, he'd kill anyone who insulted his husband.
It would work!
He just needed to sharpen his knives.
AN: None of you read the Q of the day.
Also I'll update sooner or later (I can't write OCs, I'm trying).