Day Two - Baby It's Cold Outside

Characters: TamaKyo

Genre: Fluff

Triggers: None

Kyoya flapped the morning newspaper as he took his seat at the kitchen bar counter. A steaming cup of black coffee rested beside his elbow with a buttered croissant and jellied strawberries to match. However it wasn't the season for delectable fruit.

Beyond the kitchen window a fierce winter billowed across Japan, burying their sidewalks and driveways in a foot of snow. They fell asleep to a light flurry but awoke to a winter wonderland. It was a child's dream but Kyoya gritted his teeth as he watched the ice splinter across the glass. HE didn't look forward to having to drape himself in extra layers of coats and scarves and trudge his leather shoes through crunchy snow. Although many from high school had compared his aesthetic to the cruel bitterness of winter, he was far from enjoying the season himself.

"They're saying school will be canceled today." A tired voice said from behind him. Kyoya didn't have to turn to know who stood by the archway.

"That would be wise. The children shouldn't have to walk through this." Kyoya commented, still looking at the newspaper opened in his hands. His eyes had scanned the same article three times now and he figured that was enough reading for the morning, at least until he got a chance to drink his coffee.

Tamaki sauntered over as he stifled a yawn, "I wish they also canceled work. Then you could stay home with me." He stopped behind Kyoya and slipped his arms around his waist, pulling him into a soft embrace.

Kyoya sighed as he folded the newspaper and placed it next to his coffee. He noticed the steam had dwindled significantly, the perfect temperature to enjoy. His days in the host club had taught him when teas and coffees were ready for consumption just based on their steam, a trick he wasn't sure if he should be proud of.

Tamaki kissed Kyoya cheek, stood up, and walked to their cabinets to make himself a cup of coffee too. Kyoya sipped his coffee before taking a bite of his breakfast.

"If they closed down businesses because of snow then Japan would fall behind. We can't halt the entire country because of the weather."

Tamaki considered this with a gleam in his eye, surely trying to think of something smart to say. Kyoya knew that look too well. It was the same look Tamaki gave him in high school when he wanted to tease and push his buttons. It used to make him angry but not so much anymore, not when he now knew it was teasings of love.

Tamaki pulled down a jar of instant coffee and set a tea kettle full of water on the stove. "What if a hurricane flew in?"

Kyoya let his hand drop to the counter with a thud while he flashed Tamaki an annoyed look. "Then we'd be dead." He said coldly, returning to his breafkast.

Tamaki chuckled nervously and shook his head as he prepared a mug.

Kyoya watched his husband measure the instant coffee with a spoon and sighed, "I can't believe you still drink that garbage. We have the finest imported coffee from Africa, Russia, Italy, even Spain, and you still buy that crap."

Tamaki shrugged and laughed as he used a spoon to stir in the dissolving coffee grounds. "What can I say? It grew on me."

Kyoya smirked as he took another sip. Cheap commoner's coffee wasn't the only thing that grew on Tamaki over the years and Kyoya sitting in this very kitchen was proof of that.

He looked out the window again, eyes narrowing at the ice still inching across the glass, and sighed his exasperation. Truthfully, he wanted to stay home. He hadn't changed out of his gray silk pajamas yet and his warm coffee still needed finished. Tamaki didn't have to leave today since he rescheduled his only meeting due to snow. Kyoya originally scolded him for behaving too lazy but now - now he almost felt envious that he didn't do the same.

Work waited for no man, including the ever sufficient Kyoya Ootori, but neither did life.

"Perhaps the wrong answer is actually the right…" Kyoya muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Tamaki called from behind his shoulder.

Kyoya shook his head, "Nothing. Don't worry about it."

With that, Kyoya took out his cellphone from his shirt pocket and began typing an email, dismissing the afternoon meeting and regrettably calling in for the day.