"Good morning, Nowaki."

"Ah, good morning, senpai."

Tsumori strolled into the locker room of the hospital with a cheerful look.

"I have something for you," he cooed.

"Please let it be something legal," Nowaki sighed.

Tsumori glared at his kouhai. "Do you think I'm that kind of person?" he asked.

"To be honest, yes."

"So I see. Humph. People who dislike they're senpais won't get any pie," Tsumori pouted. He placed a large plastic bag on the table and turned his head away. Nowaki stifled a laugh since his senpai was acting like one of his patients.

"You can keep your pie. You'll need the sugar to keep you up since you're working two shifts today," Nowaki said.

"I have my own pie. I got an extra one. Take it," Tsumori said.

"I don't need any pie, but thanks," Nowaki said.

"Well, you might not need it, but what about little Hiro-san?"

The mention of the nickname made Nowaki's eye twitch. "What about him?"

"Does he like pie?"

"Yeah, but we only have it on special occasions."

Tsumori smiled. "Then find an occasion and make special," he said. He placed the bag of pie in Nowaki's locker and left to check on patients.

"Really?" Nowaki sighed.

He stared at the bag in his locker. "Maybe Hiro-san might like it." He closed the door and went straight to work.

Luckily, there weren't many new patients and all of his current ones were doing very well in their treatment. Nowaki was ready to go home by six o'clock.

The doctor changed clothes and took the bag with him home.

Hiroki had the day off from work and reluctantly greeted his lover once he came home. "What's in the bag?" he asked.

"Senpai gave us a pie today," Nowaki answered.

"Senpai did?" Hiroki growled. Ever since they first met, he has had a very strong hatred for the man.

"Hiro-san, let's eat it together!" Nowaki cheered.

He walked to the kitchen with his lover close behind and placed the bag on the dining room table. He took the pie out of the bag and felt very little warmth remaining.

Hiroki took out of microwavable plate from a kitchen cabinet and place the pie on top. He then put it in the microwave for about two minutes so it could heat up.

Nowaki took rhe pie out of the microwave once the timer went off. He opened the door and the fresh smell of cherries filled the air. "It smells really good," he said.

"It looks pretty good too," Hiroki said.

The brunette took out two plates, two knives, and two forks and set them on the table. Nowaki put the pie in the center of the table and sat down across from his lover.

He cut Hiroki a piece and then one for himself. The brunette took a small bite of it. "Not too bad," he said.

Nowaki smiled and took a bite for himself. "Wow, you're right."

As they ate, Nowaki stared at Hiroki's flawless face. Lucky for him, the brunette was too focused on the food to notice his gaze.

A few drops of cherry filling escaped the corners of the assistant teacher's mouth. The doctor suddenly had a wicked idea.

"Hiro-san."

"Hmm? Hmph!"

Nowaki shoved a small handful of cherry filling in his lover's face.

"What the hell is that for?!" Hiroki yelled.

"I couldn't help it. You just look so cute with the cherries around your mouth."

Hiroki's face turned red, but the color was hidden behind the pie filling.

"Cute, huh? Then I'll make you look sexy."

Hiroki took a large handful of pie and violently threw it at Nowaki's face, his aim perfect as ever.

Nowaki licked his lips to gather up some of the cherries. He began chuckling to himself as he did so.

"What's so funny?" Hiroki asked.

"Right now, we felt like a married couple somehow," he said.

Hiroki's grew bright red. "Shut up, you idiot!"

He quickly stood up and went to the bathroom to grab a towel. Nowaki followed him. "I love you," he cooed.

"Shut up, you damn brat!"