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some soft, sweet and domestic moments for the boys this valentines day!

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happy holidays, renny!! here's smth small from me, i hope you like it :)

the kitchen was a mess of flour and icing tubes, the counter covered in sprinkles and cookie crumbs. leona leaned back in his chair from a distance, arms crossed, watching yuuta dedicatedly pipe details onto a gingerbread man. “you’re taking this way too seriously,” the lion beastman drawled, eyeing yuuta’s cookie—a tiny soldier with an impeccable uniform made of frosting.

“it’s not about ‘seriously.’ it’s about pride,” yuuta replied without looking up, their focus unyielding, but ears listening. “even gingerbread people deserve respect, leona.”

leona huffed, picking up a cookie and an icing tube with mocking reluctance. “respect for some commercial cookies. you’ve officially lost it, bunny.”

“better than half-assing it like someone who almost burnt the villa down,” yuuta shot back, glancing at leona’s previous attempt—a vaguely lion-shaped blob with crooked icing lines, lined over the gingerbread man template cookie they had lent him.

with an exaggerated sigh, leona grabbed another cookie yuuta had managed to salvage. “fine. if you want some effort, i’ll show you how it’s done.”

they smirked but said nothing, watching out of the corner of their eye as leona began to work. slowly, a recognizable figure took shape: wild icing hair for a mane, a slightly smug expression, and even little ears piped onto the top of the gingerbread head.

when leona finished, he held it up for yuuta to see, the corner of his mouth quirking in a self-satisfied smirk. “not bad for someone who doesn’t ‘respect’ the fucking gingerbread cookies, huh?”

yuuta leaned in, inspecting the cookie closely. “it’s… alright. tail’s too short, though.”

leona’s ears flicked, and he glared half-heartedly. “you wanna talk tails? your gingerbread looks like it’s got a licorice stick stuck to its back.”

“it’s a sword, you lion bastard.” yuuta corrected, rolling their eyes. they locked eyes for a moment before the corners of yuuta’s lips twitched upward. “not bad, though,” he admitted, tapping the edge of leona’s cookie.

leona shrugged, his tail swishing lazily. “told you i could do it if i wanted. just don’t expect me to make another.”

“good,” yuuta replied, smirking. “one’s all you’ll need—to prove mine’s better.”

leona barked out a laugh, leaning back in his chair again. “you’re on, rabbit. but don’t cry when you obviously lose.”

by the end of the evening, the kitchen was a battlefield of icing and sprinkles, the cookies a mix of chaotic creativity and sharp precision. neither would ever dare to admit, for their pride was all they had, but there was something nice and peaceful about all this. maybe they’d do it again.

WAAAAAAAAA SORU-BOO???

SORU SORU- I read this the other day I was d y i n g these two are the most competitive bitches ever istg. GFHJK. You really nailed them raaaaaaaa. YOU'RE SO SWEET YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO WRITE ME ANYTHING. Fank you for the stinkie content ilysm. HAPPY NEW YEAR💚💚💚