Heey! Sorry, it took me forever before writing a small thing again and urg. I don't feel satisfied at all, but haikise is still haikise, right? :'D
Also, the two drabbles are of two opposite genres lmao.

Enjoy!

Too late
; established relationship

"I said I won't come back."

"I said that yesterday."

"But you didn't leave."

"No."

"Then I'll leave. When I've gathered my stuff."

Kise turns on his heals but Haizaki doesn't take his eyes off the screen of the television. Nothing has changed. It's strange, even funny; it only feels natural now. Haizaki looks at the clock—it's seven p.m. He gets up and grabs a jacket. He puts his shoes on, checks his phone and sighs.

"I'll be out tonight," he shouts to the hallway. "I'll come back late."

"Yeah, like fucking always," Kise replies with a cold voice.

Haizaki doesn't say anything and slams the door shut when he leaves the apartment. He saw that Kise was packing some of stuff in a duffel bag, but he faked not noticing it—not like he cared. It's nothing unusual, after all.

Kise pauses in his activity. This is like any other day—or should be. They've been doing this for months, now, and neither is willing to change. They've been fighting every day, they haven't had a proper conversation in weeks and they haven't had a single kiss. Haizaki doesn't understand and Kise can't stand a monotonous life. They're both at fault but it's easier to reject it on the other.

Haizaki doesn't care anymore and Kise wants to see new things. After six years, that seems normal. People can't blame them for desiring something brand new to spice up their lives. It's better like this.

Kise leaves the apartment.

In the morning, when Haizaki sees that Kise isn't there and Kise sees that he has no message on his phone, they knew.

It was too late to fix things.

Coffee
; established relationship

Haizaki groans and sloppily crashes on the couch in the living room. He switches the TV on and zaps channels until he finds something worth his morning time. It's 11am on the clock but he isn't wholly awake; at least he's up, unlike the blond guy who is still in bed. Sunday mornings are really weird, compared to week days. Haizaki doesn't even remember at what time they came back last night from the dinner. Urg. The week has been long and they didn't even have the intelligence to leave their friends' house early instead of partying all night.

He gets up, grunts when his head tells him to go back to sleep, but decides to brave the elements to bring himself into the kitchen. He needs something down his stomach and a cup of coffee. Probably two. He knows that Kise will want one, anyway, otherwise he would be cranky all day and this isn't something Haizaki looks forward to—especially since it has been a few weeks since his boyfriend last got his Sunday off.

While munching on a slice of bread and making coffee, Haizaki is reminded that they have to replace that damn machine. The noises it's making sound more like the rumbling of a monster's stomach than anything else; it can wake a whole graveyard. And here is everyone praising that brand's work, perfect for domestic life and producing the best coffee and all... what bullshit. Haizaki just wants to drink his beverage in peace, so he simply needs a functional machine that doesn't threaten to explode at every given opportunity.

He pours himself a cup, black because this is how coffee is supposed to be drunk, and sips it at a leisurely pace. Sunday mornings are also synonymous of taking things easy, which he intends on doing very well.

Kise then drags his feet into the kitchen, half-awake and hair tousled, looking like he just came back from a battle involving pillows and children. Haizaki snorts, handing him a cup he had prepared, and the model mumbles a thanks before downing its content.

"We're never going to a party or a dinner with friends after a long and exhausting week again," he groans, filling half his cup with coffee again. He puts the pot back on to make some more (just in case).

"You were the one who insisted on going, because 'that wouldn't be fair', or some other shit you said," Haizaki points out with a shrug. "They can make do without you around, y'know."

"I don't know if you're trying to argue or being mean, but either way I know what to do next time."

Haizaki laughs and heads back to the living room. Now the smell of coffee has spread to the whole apartment, which is rather nice because who doesn't like this smell in the mornings? It usually helps with rubbing the sleep off—Kise drinks both what it's in the cup and the scent in the air to function for the day.

When he hears a drilling sound, he winces, sighs and snickers all at once while Kise yelps and whines in the kitchen, probably trying to discover what sort of demon is possessing their machine.

"We're getting a new coffee machine right now!"