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For matchablossom week day 7: lace/risk

In which Kaoru is a huge tease and also has some nice new lingerie to show his boyfriend.

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we played #Sk8Shorts in the limping bird site! these guys aren't on ao3 yet bc uhhhh smth smth titles so I'll dump them all in here first for readability etc:

day 1: kiss

The thing about dating Kaoru is that he only ever has two moods when it comes to kissing: a) the one where he absolutely does not want one and the one where it can only be possible on his terms.

One might think that for a touchy-feely guy like Kojiro, Mood A is the absolute worst. But no—he actually prefers that over Mood B.

“Thanks for dinner, love.” Mood B always comes like a burglar—a rare tender word, warm arms wrapping from the back, then the fatal kiss on Kojiro’s shoulder. He shakes him off as if he were a roach in the kitchen but by then, the deed is done: Kaoru is swooping away like a ghost while Kojiro is left to claw his white chefʼs jacket from his back to inspect the damage.

And there it is: a kiss mark painted in bolognese sauce. On his newest jacket—!

“You—!” Kojiro stomps towards the door and screams at the empty stairwell. “You ingrate, youʼre sleeping on the floor tonight!!”

day 2: guests at a wedding

Master Ainosuke gasps and mumbles, “But of course!” which sets Tadashi on the prowl for the thing that caught his eye. There’s lots of things to see here, of course—guests in sleek suits and gowns, red hibiscus flowers and bright sunflowers decorating the elevated walkway…it’s a summer wedding, after all. But because none of them are nearly as elegant as roses, they can’t be what has enamored his employer so.

So he keeps searching still…and there, around the tail of the groom’s white suit. That hem is definitely cut into the shape of flowers which only serves to bring out the faint flower garden detailed onto his back.

“Roses, of course,” Master Ainosuke talks on, and because he loved the idea, now he’s applauding the newlyweds more loudly as they leave the conference room. “Mine must be roses.”

Tadashi keeps his smile hidden in the corner of his lips. On his phone, he opens up the document called Master Ainosuke’s Wedding Plans and notes it down.

day 3: hair

“By the way, did you cut your hair?” Langa only remembers to ask when the bottle of sparkling strawberry water rolls down the chute. He picks it up and twists it open.

“Yeah.” Reki moves his deck to his other arm and takes the proferred drink. “Hey, you noticed!”

“I was about to ask earlier, but then the train arrived.” Langa smiles, uncapping his bottle of sparkling mango water. “It looks good on you.”

“Yeah?!” Reki breaks out into a grin. “Thanks. And here’s your reward for being the best boyfriend.” When he puts up his thumb, Langa cracks up.

day 4: create something using more than 1 prompt (prompts used: domestic, broken)

“Ah—!”

The bowl lands with a dull crack, and Kaoru curses his luck because that specific bowl was a souvenir from Paris.

“What was that?!”

Nothing! is what Kaoru wants to tell Kojiro in the living room, but that will definitely arouse suspicion.

So he cries back instead, “What was what?!” as he grabs a plastic bag and cleans up.

“Did something fall?”

“No, nothing fell!” Kaoru sweeps the floor for good measure. “I’m craving ice cream, what flavor do you want?”

“Huh? Oh, get me vanilla!”

“Okay!” Kaoru leaves the house through the back, taking the evidence with him.

day 5: flowers

“Huh?” Miya says when he approaches. “You’re actually here. I thought youʼd be at Crazy Rock by now.” And itʼs rude to chastise this mannerless kid during the service so Hiromi reins his tongue in.

“Somebody has to deliver these flowers and I wasnʼt gonna let anyone else do it.” With the wreath standing perfectly parallel to the door, Hiromi steps back to inspect the bursting ring of yellow chrysanthemums and white lilies, the sender being simply noted as DOPE SKETCH and friends. It was the “most reputable” way they could express their collective sympathies without indicting his, Cherry blossomʼs and JOEʼs day jobs.

“Huh. Thanks, I guess.”

“Donʼt mention it—” Hiromi finally snaps. “Punk, thatʼs not how youʼre supposed to behave as a relative of the deceased!” Squaring his shoulders, then, Hiromi bows low to him. “I am deeply sorry for your loss.”

Miya sighs. “Itʼs just my grandma—”

Hiromi glares at the kid.

Swallowing up whatever protests he may have, Miya returns his bow with a quiet note of acceptance.

day 6: firsts

Kaoru wouldn’t admit it but when Carla told him that Kojiro was calling, he’d been about to tell her to tell him to call him tomorrow, after he’d napped for a few hours. But a guilty conscience eventually brought his thumb to the green phone icon.

And all just to listen to this poor guy wail like a monkey who’d been abandoned by his ape mother in the middle of Italy. He’d tried to get some there-theres in edgewise, but all his words were simply devoured by the howling, even when he started badmouthing the chef who badmouthed his dish.

So obviously none of his bright ideas are working, all of it having been spent troubleshooting some stupid defect in Carla’s scheduling module. But then there’s actually a rare lull in the call and he could hear Kojiro gasping and sniffling, and he thinks he owes it to the sad idiot to try again.

So he does. He comes up with something new and gives it a whirl for whatever it’s worth. “Hey, remember that time I burned my thumb trying to make instant noodles? And I had to call you all the way from the taco restaurant because I was panicking. And you were so scared, you forgot to put the frying fork down when you ran off to my house.” That story always made Kojiro laugh, at his expense.

Well, he’s just glad now that it’s working. Kojiro’s sobs have transformed themselves into the sounds of a madman cackling.

Kaoru smiles, having missed this song. He’ll get him for that one day, but for now: “Remember what you told me, then?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kojiro sighs, sniffling. “There’s a first time for everything. I know.”

day 7: confession in the middle of an argument

“This,” Kaoru is seething, “is your fault. This evening is ruined because of you.”

“And you’re just overreacting, you dramatic robomaniac!” Well, if Kaoru thinks two can’t play that game, he’s wrong! Kojiro matches him glare for glare, fang for fang, both of them hunched over the VIP counter, nails digging into the wood. “I already told you the truth, but you won’t listen to me!”

“You’re just making excuses so you can wash your hands off of a commitment, you spineless gorilla!”

“What commitment are we talking about! A commitment with you?” Kojiro’s laughter comes through in derisive barks. “What kind of relationship are we in, anyway, a contract?! You’re just pinning your mistake on me because you couldn’t do anything about it!”

“And you didn’t do anything about it!” Kaoru drags in a deep breath, hot and rolling. “You know how important this was for me! No, I thought you knew how important this was for me. I trusted you, you insipid baboon—!”

“It was me!”

The voice is new, partly because he wasn’t there when they started quarreling and partly also because he’s normally so quiet. But when Kaoru and Kojiro turn to face the newcomer, they find Langa standing smack dab in the middle of the restaurant.

“Sorry, Cherry, I took the cheesecake,” he exhales. “I was hungry, and JOE said I could have whatever was in the fridge. I didn’t know that you were saving the cheesecake as an after work treat. Sorry.” Well, that explains it.

Kojiro straightens up and sighs loudly. “Well, to be fair, I should have already put a sticky note on it when he asked me to reserve it for him yesterday.” When Kaoru stomps off to confront the delinquent youth, he grabs the aggrieved man by his skinny wrist. “Itʼs not worth it, moron, he’s just a kid.”

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ship: joche

gdocs word count: 234

i wanted to write smth about kaoru and the kanji of the year~

Heʼs met with applause that is both awestruck and appreciative. From the sidelines of the plaza, Kojiro offers his own, as well—but his is more reserved and polite. 

To all of them, Kaoru turns around, passing the giant calligraphy brush to an assistant, and bows. Behind him, the LED screen shows red petals falling amidst darkness, the word ‘warʼ drawn in white front and center. No kanji could better surmise everything that happened this year, brilliantly put forward by the master AI calligrapher himself. Heʼll be the talk of the art and the tech world again, his work brandishing every news outlet worth its salt. A valid excuse to pop the vintage bottle. 

If only it were. But in Sia la luce, Kojiro stops Kaoru in his tracks and enshrouds him in his embrace. Kojiro knows how much he hates these things—war, fighting, misunderstandings, all that. ‘Repent and make amendsʼ, he told the same plaza once. Everyone thinks heʼs just a punk who only cares about fame but Kojiro has never met anyone who believes in humanity and miracles more than he does. 

“We wonʼt have to think about this after today,” Kojiro assures him, running an easy hand through Kaoru’s hair. “On new yearʼs eve, weʼll go to the temple and pray for peace.” 

Kaoru’s fingers latch his shirt harder, and he buries his face in his shoulder, hiding himself from the world.