Hiroki yawned, his eyes peeling open. He smiled groggily as he felt the big, warm presence pressing up against his back. As if responding to his smile, Nowaki's arm that was draped over Hiroki's waist squeezed, bringing him closer. Snuggling into Nowaki's warmth, Hiroki let his mind wander.

He wondered if Akihiko and Misaki had left, but without warning his mind immediately focused on food. Frowning as his poor stomach growled viciously at him, Hiroki shifted.

"…Nnn, Hiro-san… is somethin' wrong…?" slurred the sleepy voice of Nowaki behind him. Hiroki gently took Nowaki's limp arm and pushed it off of him.

"No. Go back to sleep, Nowaki. I'm just going to go start breakfast," Hiroki answered softly. Nowaki muttered something incoherent in response, and Hiroki slipped out of bed. He bent over his softly snoring lover and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. Silently, he strode from the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

He went to the kitchen, where he turned the light on 'low'. His eyes immediately caught a sticky note that was stuck on the refrigerator. He went to it, peeling it off of the stainless steel surface.

Hiroki-

Thank you for keeping Misaki safe.

Akihiko

Hiroki sighed and smiled, recognizing the gentle handwriting of Akihiko. Knowing him so well, Hiroki knew that, according to the way Akihiko's pen had been pressed to the paper, everything between him and Misaki had been successfully patched up in the course of their love making.

It still didn't make up for the fact that Hiroki wasn't going to even look in the direction of the couch until it was cleaned.

Hiroki threw the sticky note away and went back to the refrigerator, opening it and peering inside. He rummaged lazily in its depths, gathering several eggs, sliced ham, green bell peppers, and other various ingredients. His hands full, he clamped a bag of shredded cheese between his teeth. Hiroki waddled to a clear spot on the counter, leaning back slightly to avoid dropping anything. He managed to keep everything off the ground, and he set the ingredients down on the counter. A container of mushrooms threatened to topple off the edge, but Hiroki caught it in his peripheral and bumped it back into place with his hip.

"Mmm," Hiroki hummed as he knelt down to open the cupboards and dig around for a pan. He found his non-stick frying pan and pulled it out, grunting as he hauled himself to his feet with the heavy utensil in tow. He turned to put it on the stove, setting the burner he placed it on to 'medium'. Hiroki went back to the counter and looked up at the mounted cupboards. His eyes locked onto the stainless steel mixing bowl sitting at the top. Blowing a stray hair out of his face, Hiroki stretched himself as far as he could go in an attempt to grab the bowl, but his fingers just barely grazed its lip.

"Come on," Hiroki grumbled to himself, stretching up on his tip toes and bracing himself on the counter with one hand. He strained to reach upwards, his fingers splaying high in the air. Whining when his middle finger accidentally knocked the bowl back farther, he considered grabbing a chair. Without warning, however, a big hand reached over him to grab the bowl and bring it down. A strong arm coiled around Hiroki's waist, the hand resting on his belly.

"Need this?" Nowaki asked, his voice low in Hiroki's ear as he handed his little lover the mixing bowl.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know you're tall. No need to rub it in," Hiroki muttered, pinching his lips together. Nowaki laughed.

"What are you making, my love?" he asked softly, pressing his lips to the crook of Hiroki's neck.

"O-Omelets," Hiroki answered quietly, a blush rising to his cheeks at Nowaki's words. "Akihiko and Misaki left, by the way."

"Oh, really? Do you know if everything worked out?"

"Yes. Everything's fine," Hiroki said, smiling slightly.

"That's good. I'm glad they're gone, because I have no interest in sharing any of Hiro-san's delicious breakfast with anyone except for you," Nowaki whispered, his warm breath tickling Hiroki's quickly reddening ear.

"Oh shut up," Hiroki huffed. "You know my cooking skills are limited to making egg-related meals and instant ramen."

"I love Hiro-san's eggs."

"Don't you dare make this into a sexual innuendo!"

"I wasn't."

"Mmm," Hiroki hummed skeptically, pursing his lips and rolling his eyes. There was a pause from the idiot pressed up against him.

"You're so beautiful this morning, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered. Hiroki's entire face practically lit on fire.

"I-I'll hit you if you don't shut up, sit down, and wait for your breakfast," Hiroki said, trying to sound stern but failing to do so as his voice wavered. He couldn't help the blissful glow that rose to his cheeks in response to Nowaki's words of love.

Nowaki pressed a kiss to his lover's cheek before withdrawing and shuffling tiredly into the living room. Hiroki watched Nowaki out of the corner of his eye as he flopped down onto the couch and flicked on the television. Grimacing in disgust, Hiroki fought back the urge to yell at Nowaki for sitting in the spot Akihiko and Misaki had 'made up' in.

"What do you want on your omelet?" Hiroki asked to get his mind off of the awkward image that had come to his mind.

"Mmm… do we still have that ham?" Nowaki asked, tipping his head back to look at Hiroki upside-down.

"Yeah, you want some of that?"

"Yes please. Can you put extra cheese on it, too?"

"Okay."

Hiroki noted Nowaki's request in the back of his head as he broke the eggs into the mixing bowl and whisked them into a pale yellow liquid. He grabbed a nearby cutting board and laid it out on the counter, beginning to dice the ingredients with a knife that he drew from the knife block.

"Do you want mushrooms and peppers?" Hiroki asked.

"Yes please on the mushrooms. What kind of pepper?"

"Green bell."

"I'll pass on that, but thank-you, Hiro-san."

Hiroki continued chopping, smiling lightly to himself. He loved the casual, comfortable atmosphere between him and Nowaki. It reminded him of how safe his big oaf of a lover made him feel. It reminded him that he and Nowaki had an unmatched understanding of each other.

It reminded him that, even though Nowaki was his doting lover, underneath it all he was still Hiroki's closest, most treasured friend.

"Do you want onions?"

"Sure."

"Jelly?" Hiroki asked seriously. There was a long silence from the living room, and Hiroki looked over his shoulder questioningly.

"Jelly?" Nowaki echoed, staring at Hiroki.

"Yeah," Hiroki said, furrowing his eyebrows. "What's your problem? It's strawberry. You love strawberry jelly."

"…Um, yes I do. On toast. But… in my omelet, Hiro-san?"

"Yes! Don't look at me like that. You know when a little bit of jelly falls off of your toast and gets on your omelet? I think that tastes good!" Hiroki huffed, his chopping becoming dangerously violent. "Fine! I won't give you any. More for me!"

There was a brief pause before Nowaki pressed into him from behind, putting his big hands on Hiroki's shoulders.

"You're really going to put jelly in your omelet?" Nowaki asked gently. Hiroki bristled, wiggling his shoulders in a failed attempt to get Nowaki off of him.

"Yes! And I'm putting some leftover corn from a few nights ago in as well, in case you want to make fun of me for that, too! Idiot!"

Hiroki gasped as Nowaki unexpectedly spun him around to face him. He yelped, raising his knife high in the air to avoid cutting Nowaki.

"Be careful, damn it!" Hiroki barked, his heart pounding against the base of his throat. "What if I had cut you? Don't scare me like that!"

"You're adorable," Nowaki cooed, ignoring Hiroki's angry protests. "You're only six weeks along and you already have cravings."

Before Hiroki could say anything, Nowaki's lips crashed into his, messily kissing the life out of him. Hiroki squirmed, pounding on Nowaki's shoulder with his free hand.

"Nowaki! The stove!" Hiroki gasped as he leaned back a little too close to the heated pan on the hot burner. Nowaki reached around the writhing body of his lover to switch the stove off.

"You've been cooking all morning. Take a break," Nowaki breathed in a low voice, turning Hiroki's face to the side to flick his tongue across a very red ear. Hiroki sagged, pleasured tingles from Nowaki's tongue beginning to travel south.

"St-Stupid… I haven't… I haven't made anything yet…" Hiroki whimpered, twitching as Nowaki moved down to nip at a particularly sensitive spot on his neck.

"Hiro-san… let's stay in bed all day again," Nowaki whispered huskily. "I'll make sure to do you good and hard."

Hiroki's shut eyes snapped open and he roughly shoved Nowaki away from him.

"I'm hungry!" Hiroki snarled like a wild animal, moving into an offensive position with his knife raised aggressively. A mushroom slice fell off of the edge of the blade and plopped to the floor, and there was a long silence. Nowaki's ebony brows furrowed and he tilted his head slightly.

"Wait… do you mean hungry hungry or hungry for me?" Nowaki asked, confused. Hiroki's eyes flashed.

"Hungry hungry, of course!" Hiroki barked. Nowaki pouted, and Hiroki's sharp, hostile glare immediately softened. He put his knife back on the counter and guiltily wrung his hands. "I m-mean… I don't w-w-want to stay in b-bed because you p-p-p-promised to take me out to d-dinner, right?"

Nowaki's face instantly lit up. He stepped forward, gathering a very flustered Hiroki into his arms.

"Really… you make me the happiest man alive, Hiro-san."