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Chapter Twenty-One: Chores

Ryoma glanced at the list of chores that still needed to be completed before he could spend time with his boyfriend. He cursed his parents for giving him responsibilities before leaving. They had known that Syuusuke was coming over and that they were planning on having a study session for school. They thought he was lying. Well, his oyaji thought he was lying and had proceeded to voice out loud several activities that he would probably be doing with his boyfriend instead.

He was not quite sure what was worse. The fact that his father had said all of those things, in explicit detail that made him want to slit his wrists or the fact that his father knew about it. In either case, he ended up getting a mountain of chores so that he would not have a lot of time to spend with Syuusuke while they were away.

If I fail my classes, it's their fault.

Even though he knew there were a hundred other things that would come before that as a reason for failing, he wanted someone else to take the blame. He looked at his boyfriend, who was reading a book, looking quite content. He sighed.

"How much more do you have to do?" his boyfriend asked.

"Seven more items," he replied.

"This is quite unusual for you to have chores to do. I thought that your mother and cousin took care of most of them."

"They usually do. However, my baka oyaji thought that if we had too much time while they were gone that we would…"

He blushed. All of the words were coming back to his mind, whether he wanted them to or not. Damn his father for putting those thoughts in his mind, now Syuusuke was going to wonder what he was thinking and he did not want to explain. Ryoma turned his attention to the dishes.

"Interesting," he heard his boyfriend muttered. "Your father is smart."

He turned to look at his boyfriend, who had an amused look on his face. He thought that perhaps he had misheard Fuji. No, there was no way that Syuusuke would think the same way as his father, right? He returned to the dishes that he was washing, trying to ignore the chuckling coming from the direction of his boyfriend.

"However, there's one thing that your father forgot to foresee," he heard his boyfriend whisper in his ear. He shivered. When had Fuji gotten behind him? He mentally cursed their tennis training.

"W-What's that?" he asked.

"He forgot to foresee that I might interrupt your chores."

"Syuusuke," he tried to say in a firm voice, which failed him. "Let me finish my chores and then you can make out with me."

"Mmm, don't feel like it."

He blinked. Usually if he gave his consent, Syuusuke would go back to what he was doing without fail. Then he remembered exactly what type of person his boyfriend was. Syuusuke was only doing this to show that even chores would not prevent him from getting what he wanted.

Why am I the one who gets caught in the middle?

Syuusuke turned him around and kissed him passionately. Ah well, he might as well enjoy this while it lasted.

~End~

Omake:

"Seishounen! We're home!"

He growled. "Shut up, you're being too loud."

"Oh? Why are you on the couch with your shirt off, Ryoma? Don't you know that you'll catch a cold?"

He blushed. Damn Syuusuke for turning his chores into a game of "run like hell from your boyfriend or else he'll molest you!".

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Hmm, you didn't finish all of them. Even with all those chores we gave you, you two still found time to do something naughty? I'm going to tell Rinko-kaa-san!"

"I'm not like you!" He threw the nearest pillow at his baka oyaji. It did nothing to faze the former tennis player. He was going to kill his father and quite possibly Syuusuke.

~End~