Notes: Tsusoka! And stuff.
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"I love you," Hisoka had stated, head bowed, with his hair obscuring a massively reddened face. "I can't help it."
If Tsuzuki were a selfish man, he'd wished he could have gotten Hisoka to say it in more convienent settings, rather than in the middle of the hall just after lunch. The man gulped, feeling somehow inadequate. He wanted it to be somewhere quiet, where they were alone and comfortable, rather than this strange surrealness. "How long?"
"A while. I don't know. This is sudden - I'm sorry," was the halting reply. Hisoka refused to look up.
"It's okay," Tsuzuki said gently.
"You're not surprised," he added. The young man looked up this time. "You've known for a while."
"I - " he started.
"Don't lie."
"Yes," Tsuzuki corrected himself. "I've known. And I feel the same way. I love you, Hisoka."
Rather than being shy about this revelation, Hisoka glared at him. "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"
"I wanted to wait until you were ready. And, um, I guess you're ready now."
"You idiot," he said, and Tsuzuki smiled wryly. "I've been ready. You could have saved me a lot of trouble."
"I'm not the mind-reader here."
There was a small bark of laughter from the boy. "I will if you'd let me."
Hisoka leaned forward and rested his forehead against Tsuzuki's chest in a sudden intimate gesture. Eyebrows raised, Tsuzuki carefully placed a hand against Hisoka's back, feeling a strange relief wash over him, and he relaxed unaware that he had been tense in the first place. In truth, he might have been worried - just a bit - about scaring the boy off.
"Storybook," Hisoka said, voiced slightly muffled and amused.
"What was that?"
He looked up, nearly nose to nose with the man. "You wanted us to have dinner, with roses and candles. If it was cold, you'd light up the fireplace, and we'd sit on the couch and talk. And then you'd tell me. A storybook plot, that's what you were thinking of."
"Well... yeah," Tsuzuki said sheepishly. "I'm a romantic."
It would be a sappy existence, full of warming colors and cuddles and soft glancing touchings during the day, with gentle whispers in the night entwined within the other. That's what their futures could hold.
"Stupid," Hisoka murmured, whether about his thoughts or in general, Tsuzuki didn't know. The dark-blond leaned forward again just enough to rest against the other man, and he wrapped an arm around Tsuzuki's firm waist. "We're both stupid. So what do we do now?"
"What do you want to do?"
"I...I don't know. Everything we normally do."
"And what's normal?" Tsuzuki asked as he explored the young, upturned face with his eyes. He wondered if he should kiss Hisoka, or if that was too personal yet. Hisoka's head inched forward, but then back, as if he were thinking the same. They stared at the other for a moment, lips dancing uncertainly only centimeters from each other, until Tsuzuki turned his head to the side and allowed Hisoka to give him a small kiss on the cheek. Grinning, he returned the gesture by kissing Hisoka quickly on the nose - surprising a gentle smile out of the boy.
Tatsumi, who had been watching for the past few minutes from the turn at the hall, took the pause as an opportunity to cough and interject with a pleasant "Lunch break is over. Please return to your duties." The corners of his eyes wrinkled upwards as Tsuzuki and Hisoka scrambled away in embarassment before disappearing back into the office.
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o Yay! I don't know if this is good enough as a oneshot, or if I should continue it. If you'd very kindly leave a review, please tell me if it's okay to stop or to keep going! Thank-you!