A/N: I'm back-ish? Quarantine and some medical issues has made it near impossible for me to write some of my ffxv plot based stories. So after a couple of weeks of fighting to write stuff I decided that prompts would at least keep me in writing-shape. So I do not guarantee daily updates but will try to add to this long forgotten serie.
Prompt: Attachment
Komatsu stretched carefully as he pushed away the manuscript he'd been working on. A glance at the clock made him wince as the accusing glare of the 3 and double 0 stabbed at his tired eyes. He hadn't planned to stay up so late especially as he had plans to meet up with Toriko in… less than 3 hours.
No point trying to go to sleep now, Komatsu thought as he glanced back at his work, so I might as well keep working on it.
The rough scribbles on the title page could be read as "Cooking with the Heavenly Kings". Well at least that was what was supposed to written on there. Komatsu's sight was blurry and he knew his writing wasn't the most legible in existence. (Not even in the top 100 thousands though likely in the bottom the worst 100 thousands.)
Komatsu stretched again in the vain hope it would loosen up some of the stiffness. When that failed, Komatsu headed towards his kitchen. Cooking always seemed to wake him up, no matter how tired he might be. And seeing as he had only a bit over 2h before Toriko arrived, Komatsu figured he could make some breakfast.
Something special to celebrate the occasion. Something sweet… "Toriko?"
The blue-haired Bishoku-ya waved lazily from Komatsu's couch. "Morning Komatsu. Coco called to tell me I should check in on you early." The piercing eyes of his partner racked over Komatsu and the chef knew Toriko could see the deep bags under his eyes, his inability to focus on anything, and the painfully tense muscles across his shoulders and back.
Toriko dropped the magazine he'd been reading and walked over to Komatsu with a shake of his head. "Go to bed Komatsu."
"But the trip!"
"Can wait until you've gotten some rest. I'll make the changes and contact Teppei so he can send something for your back." Toriko paused, dropping to his knees and gently grabbing Komatsu's chin, tilting it from one side to the other with a thoughtful hum. "Probably some glasses too." A huge grin took over Toriko's face as he scooped up Komatsu and bounded over to the chef's bedroom.
Komatsu wanted to protest and remind Toriko that they were on a tight schedule since the White Balsamic only flowed once every 100 years. However the warmth of his companion, the steady thump of his heartbeat, seemed to take over Komatsu. A yawn slipped from his lips and his eyes quickly closed.
By the time Toriko had gently placed Komatsu onto the too wide bed, the exhausted chef was fast asleep. Toriko smiled, carefully tugging the small man in before he returned to the living room in order to reassure Coco everything was alright.