Day Four: Breakfast In Bed
“What would you say is the ultimate domestic-romantic gesture?” Aoi sucked on the straw of her strawberry milk, fixing them both with intense eyes. “I talked about it with Miyu lately and we just couldn’t agree on something. Isn’t a bed full of rose petals the way to go? I’d want to be wooed like that.”
“Hmm.” Takeru tilted his head. “I talked about this with Kiku long ago. She mentioned breakfast in bed. Said there’s nothing better if done right.”
Yusaku tried to imagine either scenario. A bed full of petals…. pretty, but it sounded like a pain to clean up. And it’d be expensive for sure. Though Ryoken could probably afford it. Yusaku waved the last thought away. As for breakfast in bed…. wouldn’t you get crumbs everywhere? And even if you didn’t eat bread, it meant one of the pair had to get up earlier, prepare breakfast and then carry it all the way to the bedroom. And what if the other person didn’t feel like eating what had been prepared and was craving something different? They’d still have to eat it out of obligation. Something like a buffet in bed brought in by servants would work best. Ryoken probably could afford- Yusaku stopped himself. Thinking about stuff Ryoken could afford wouldn’t help with his pining. Instead, he tried to imagine what he’d consider the best domestic-romantic gesture.
“I think it’s when you both sleep in. You wake up next to each other, you look bad, but you’re happy. You look at each other and mumble something like ‘five more minutes’ and doze on and off together until you get up, really late, and have a slow day together.”
“Hmmm.” Aoi squashed her strawberry milk carton. “Sounds nice, but isn’t it a bit plain?”
“You said domestic-romantic. It should be a little plain at least.”
“I guess.” Aoi didn’t seem too convinced.
“Playmaker is right.” A deep voice from the cubicle next to them cut in. Everyone turned to him, Takeru most likely keeping himself from yelling.
Ryoken turned around. “Sorry, it was hard to not overhear. I’ve been sitting here for longer than you, actually.”
“Revolver.” Yusaku breathed out. “You should have said something.”
Ryoken shrugged. “You didn’t notice me, so I was just going to let it pass. But I agree. If we’re talking domestic-romantic, it should be rather plain. It’s what makes the domestic part.”
Aoi huffed. “Then what do you consider the best? If it costs more than 5000 yen, I’m calling hypocrite.”
Ryoken picked up his mug and got out of his booth, sliding into theirs next to Aoi instead. “Rain.” He just said. “Watching the rain together out of the window.”
Takeru rested his chin on his hand. “Is that even romantic?”
Aoi looked doubtful as well. “It’s cosy, but romantic? Not really. You’ve got bad taste, Revolver.”
Yusaku considered Ryoken’s answer. He tried to imagine it. Maybe sitting next to each other, surrounded by soft pillows, watching the rain out of the balcony window door. Huddled together in silence. Warm bodies touching. Ryoken’s soft, yet deep voice telling him about his day. Him falling asleep on his shoulder.
“Perhaps… if you share a blanket. That would make it romantic.”
Ryoken nodded. “Yeah, that’s almost essential to it.”
“What about Stardust Road though? Wouldn’t a clear night be better?”
Ryoken shook his head. “Stardust Road is pretty, but it rarely occurs. It doesn’t really feel domestic to me, even if I grew up with it.”
Takeru glanced from one side to the other, then looked helplessly at Aoi. When she only shrugged in return, he heaved a sigh and got up. “You know what? You guys can flirt in peace. I’ll call up Kiku and ask her if she wants to hang with Aoi and me.”
Yusaku wanted to scream. Instead, he opted for an incredulous “Takeru?” while staring at him reproachfully. Takeru had the gall to wink at him before dragging Aoi away.
“So…. domestic-romantic, huh?”
Silence hung over the two.
“Who even came up with the concept of rose petals all over the bed?”
Ryoken snorted. “Right? So impractical!”
Yusaku continued, for the lack of a better subject. “And breakfast in bed!”
Ryoken nodded solemnly. “Crumbs everywhere.”
“That’s why I really like your rain idea. Simple and cosy.”
“Your sleeping in together idea wasn’t bad either.”
Yusaku dragged his finger over the rim of his glass of water. “So… are you free next Friday?”
Ryoken looked at him in surprise, then nodded. “Honestly, I’m free most of the time.”
Ryoken took a sip from his mug. “I’m also free right now.”
“How does a movie sound?”
“Like something I’d want to do together.”
“I didn’t know you were the type to move that fast on the first date, Fujiki Yusaku.” Ryoken’s grin reminded Yusaku of past duels. He took him up on the challenge.
“Then I suppose you don’t know everything about me yet, Kogami Ryoken.”
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