Can I get momojirou with I believe is #3 or 2? It’s the one over tea. Thought you could use something fluffy xD
Bless you for turning this train wreck around <3 I really did need the fluff after panic murdering my fave character oops. Also, it’s prompt #4! :)
Prompt meme: the way you said “I love you”
“Kyouka, Dear, breakfastis ready!” Momo called from the living room. Kyouka whined, curling up tighterunder Momo’s down duvet. “Kyouka, please! I want to have breakfast with you,and I need to leave soon!”
Begrudgingly, Kyouka untangledherself from the plush fabric and delicate warmth of the duvet, leaving behindthe bed that smelled pleasantly of Momo and herself for the living room whereMomo waited, the scent of french toast and freshly brewed houjicha guiding heron her way. It was the fourth morning Kyouka had spent in her new home with hergirlfriend, and she still wasn’t quiteuse to waking up to Momo making breakfast for her every morning.
It had taken two yearsafter graduating for Kyouka to get her crap together and finally confess toMomo, but once she had, it had gone surprisingly well, and within four months,they’d found a nice apartment for themselves close to the agency they hadstarted together after high school. It had all happened so quickly, thetransition from friends to lovers, but Kyouka wouldn’t have had it any otherway.
Cinnamon, egg, sweetbread, houjicha, sugar, maple syrup, strawberry and raspberry jams, it was sodamn sweet in the living room. The scent was almost overpowering, but in a pleasantway; of all the scents you could be overwhelmed by, sugar wasn’t the worst, andit made her think of Momo.
Momo sat in her usualseat, long black hair flowing down her back, not yet styled for the day. Momo alwaysseemed so pleasant in the mornings, Kyouka wondered how that was possible. Sheherself really wasn’t a morningperson, she liked sleeping in when she could, and she was usually grumpy beforegetting some food and a drink, usually tea or coffee, into herself. Momo, onthe other hand, was somehow able to be a perfectly lively and cheerful personeven before food and tea, which madeher even more of a superhuman than she already was, as far as Kyouka wasconcerned.
“Good morning!” Momochirped, “Did you sleep well?”
“I’m still getting use toyour bed…” Kyouka mumbled, lazily pulling out her chair and falling down intoit. “You really don’t need to do this every morning, Momo…”
“I know, but I loveseeing the look on your face when you taste what I’ve made for you!” Momoreplied, smiling sweetly.
She had always had thatquality about her, a sweet, bubbly nature. She was cool, and thoughtful, but asmuch as she was those things, she was also excitable, and silly— childlike,even. The smallest of things could bring Momo joy, and as cheesy as it was, andas much as Kyouka hated to admit it, that was one of her favorite things aboutMomo. She wasn’t hard to please, even if she had high standards, and Kyoukawondered how exactly she fit into all of that.
“What time is it?” Kyoukaasked, grabbing the kettle and beginning to pour tea into one of Momo’s way tooexpensive tea cups.
“Half past seven!” Momoanswered sweetly, pushing the bowl with sugar cubes closer to her. “I have tobe out the door by eight, but I wanted to make sure I saw you before I left,since you won’t be coming into the office today.”
“You could have justkissed me goodbye, you know…” Kyouka mumbled, setting the kettle down andreaching for the sugar.
“I know, but that wouldn’tbe as romantic,” Momo sighed. “Besides, if I was cooking for myself, I might aswell have cooked for you too, right?”
Kyouka nodded, bringingthe cup to her lips and sipping. The steam emanating from the cup brought the earthytones of the houjicha to her nose, flooding her with a sense of comfort, andmaking her stomach growl. Momo was a saint for getting up so early and cookingfor the two of them like that… Maybe she should try it sometime, return thefavor… The scent was softened just a bit by the sugar cubes she had added tocut the bitterness, but the tea retained its flavor well even with the sugarmixed in.
All Kyouka could feel waswarmth; the tea moving down her esophagus, the heater gently humming in cornerof the living room keeping the place warm, the warmth coming off the frenchtoast, and the warmth she felt looking across the table at Momo, who was sippingon her own tea, cheeks rosy.
Her own cheeks began toflush with color, the warmth seeping into her hands as she held the cup,watching Momo mirroring her actions. As Momo set her cup down and reached for aknife, she felt overwhelmed by the urge to say something.
“Hey, Momo,” Kyouka saidquickly, watching as Momo stuffed a fat piece of french toast into her mouth.
“Yes, Dear?” Momoresponded, cheeks full of toast.
“I love you,” Kyouka crooned,smiling softly and taking another sip of her tea.
“I love you, too, Kyouka,”Momo returned, giggling and smiling back.
