It was a rare lazy afternoon. The mission briefings were done, patrols postponed, and the sun was spilling through the Cavallone estate's wide windows like a content sigh. Dino sat on the couch with his head tipped back, blonde curls messy and shirt unbuttoned halfway. Hibari lay beside him, curled up with a book but not really reading—his pinky hooked around Dino's in a quiet but firm grip.
Dino turned his head lazily to look at him. "Hey, Kyoya."
"..?"
"Do your parents know about us?" he asked, casual but curious. It had crossed his mind a few times. Hibari never talked about his family.
Hibari didn't look up from his book. "Yes."
Dino blinked. "...Wait, what?"
"Yes," Hibari repeated, tone flat but unbothered.
"You—you told them?" Dino sat up slightly, brows raised. "What did they say? Are they okay with it? I mean, not that I care if they're not, but I—wait. You told them?"
"I didn't need to," Hibari said simply, finally looking at Dino with an almost amused glint in his eyes. "They found out."
Dino stared, dumbfounded. "How?"
"My mother saw a photo of you in my phone. I didn't explain."
"...And?"
"She said, 'He's pretty.' Then asked if I was eating well."
Dino blinked again. "That's it?"
Hibari nodded once, then added, "My father said if you hurt me, he'll kill you."
Dino choked on air. "Oh, fantastic. Great. Wonderful. I'll be sure to keep that in mind next time I even think about making you cry."
"You already make me cry. With your cooking."
Dino gawked. Hibari's expression was still stoic, but his eyes were sparkling with a rare, mischievous satisfaction.
And Dino—lovesick, helpless, and completely doomed—burst out laughing before pulling Hibari close and kissing the corner of his mouth. "You little menace."
Hibari's lips twitched.
"You're lucky I love you," Dino muttered.
"I know."