who wakes the other one up with kisses: It alternates! Especially with Ruki having insomnia and Uruha waking up with the sun for his morning runs. They’d both share that job♡
who cooks for who: Ruki cooks. Yet, then again, so does Uruha. Especially when the other is writing and has closed him off for the time being (don’t worry, he knows Ruki will let him in when he’s finished; no matter how distraught the anger is with echos of regret and disdain for shared past events the lyrics are that spill like word vomit; he always does). Just like their love, food is one of the important ingredients for their souls, and they enjoy cooking for each other, sometimes with each other, often.
who is the morning person/night person: Neither of them would be morning peoples. In fact, the night would be their mutual calling. Even if Uruha has a habit of falling asleep first when he isn’t camping out at the studio or tangled in a web of inspiration he’d run down by Ruki first and nights are dedicated to late night movie dates cuddled in an entanglement of limbs and warmth.
who is the romantic one: Highkey wise? Uruha. His teeneaged self years behind him would flush at the idea of himself believing in the gesture of planning reservations in intimately dim lighted restaurants for surprises and the art of whispering ‘I love you’ without needing words alone - the pressed kisses of quiet adoration to Ruki’s brow and forehead, embraces from behind, the tangle of fingers in the dark of their room when they can barely keep their eyes open - all while respecting that Ruki, despite claiming and priding himself of not being overly so, displays a mutual connection of feelings in his own way. Ruki is lowkey romantic. But god, how Uruha loves to gloat proudly in the knowledge that he has spoiled and, in Ruki’s words verbatim, ‘ruined him beyond repair.’
who is the top when it comes to sex: A challenge is always more than a thrill for the both of them; the way how they grapple for dominance in their own way; fingers pulling and smug smirks spilling into their kisses when they’ve believed to have won. But it’s no secret between them that Ruki absolutely loves when Uruha let’s him ride him and set the pace how he wants, when he wants - a tease in the alluring swivel of his hips with his hands splayed on Uruha’s chest to pin him down for leverage in building momentum. It’s also not a secret that Ruki loves to push his buttons of chances to rile Uruha up until it is he that is underneath Uruha with a shout in delight when control his taken away from him with just the right maneuver to switch positions and make him see constellations scatter behind his eyelids as Uruha makes him forget how to breathe.
who would lead in ballroom dancing: Uruha always had a knack for leading. Mostly because he’d think it more than adorable that Ruki would find it embarrassing that he needs to be led in any form of dancing. The other half? Because the way Ruki looks up at him while finally trusting him step by step never fails to make his stomach somersault in flutters of adoration.
who is the more cuddly one: Uruha loves to cuddle - do not get him wrong - but sometimes… even he thinks Ruki could share the same, boundless love for the activity the way he does. The way Ruki wordlessly gravitates to his side on the couch, no matter if looking over sheets of music just to press up against him, how he hums huskily that certain hum that wordlessly beckons Kouyou to come over and rest his head on his chest while scrolling his twitter feed leisurely in bed when he needs to busy his other hand with carding through Kouyou’s hair absently; when he’s sick-Uruha can’t complain. He remembered a time long ago when Ruki wasn’t much of a cuddler to begin with, and he gloats proudly in the fact that this is another thing he has ruined him with beyond repair.
who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch: Neither one of them can make up their minds. It’s ridiculous. Ruki likes to suggest a few options, and when he does, his answer always comes in the form of a thoughtful hum before the initial response that makes him groan with dread while scrubbing a hand over his face: “I’m good with anything you wanna see.” Ruki blames Uruha’s inbreed habit of not being able to make up his mind when faced with choice at times that leads them to contemplate for five minutes straight, and blames the fact that he himself likes to take into consideration something that the both of them would like.But what does it matter when Uruha ends up kissing Ruki’s neck and they end up making out in the middle of whichever movie they do pick? Not a damn bit.
who is the one who would pay for dates: Ruki… Ruki cannot, for the life of him, figure out why Uruha insists on paying every time they go out on dates. Don’t get him wrong, Ruki is damn proud that he’s managed to get in moments of paying, but only because it took the stressing of I want to this time, let me to get him to do so. And kisses. A shit ton of kisses. It’s been like this for years, but he can’t complain. It makes him smile automatically to himself more often than not when he watches Uruha fish inside the pockets of his jacket for his wallet each time.
who is the one who would initiate a quicky during classes: Neither can draw a line of whom would initiate such, in Aoi’s feign of disgust, indecency. However, judging from stories both of heard of from friends alike - and a history of having a quick romps in…indecent places - they have both come to the conclusion that they would both be guilty of initiating quickies during such a scenario. Especially since Ruki could very much admit to being quiet a taunting tease…and Uruha acting on the bait of said teasing like innate second nature. Chances are, had they ever gone to the same school, having quickies during classes would have been very likely. Somewhere to a side, Aoi can be heard feigning vomiting noises.