HAPPY BIRTHAY!! *throws confetti* Sorry I’m a few days late! I really hope you had a great birthday, and congrats on turning 24!
Have some firmaments, friend XD
“Okay,” Haruto says, hands on Shun’s shoulders and a clear sigh in his voice. “Can I take off the blindfold now?”
“Um,” Shun says, and nudges a small candle into place. He had been so confident earlier, smirking proudly at the setup with Ruri giggling beside him and Yuuto looking quietly pleased. Now, only a few hours later, all Shun can see are mistakes. Are there too many candles? Has the food gone cold? What about the weather? Shun hadn’t thought about the weather, and he kind of wants to hit himself for it.
“…No,” Shun decides, and Haruto heaves the sigh that’s been building behind his throat for the past hour, even as a fond smile curves his lips.
“You know,” he wheedles, exasperation clear but undercut by the obvious amusement that threads its way through his words, “when you said you had a surprise for me, being blindfolded for an hour wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.” He huffs a soft laugh, bangs fluttering. “Especially not on our anniversary!”
Shun feels the heat rise to his cheeks and looks away from him, nervously nudging another candlestick into… an empty space? An aesthetically pleasing direction? A more romantic angle?
Shun doesn’t know. He’s not sure why he thought a candlelit dinner would be a good idea now. For all that Haruto appreciates the cheesy side of romance, Shun has always skirted the edge with a wariness he usually reserves for battle. Overly cheesy romantic gestures and Shun do not mix, and he’s not entirely sure why he thought tonight would be different.
“Sorry,” he manages finally, and gives up on the candle. And the mismatching utensils. And the clashing plate colors. He’s dug his grave, the least he can do is lie on it. Besides, he at least knows the food will be adequate. “You can take it off now.”
“Yes!” Haruto exclaims, and both hands come up to yank at the black cloth Shun had carefully tied over his face. “Now what was all the fuss…”
His voice drops off; his eyes go wide, eyelids fluttering rapidly to adjust to the light and sudden return of vision. Haruto’s mouth drops open in small “o” of surprise, eyebrows way up and jaw slack. Shun can feel his cheeks heating as his boyfriend’s eyes roam the small balcony, from the pale lights strung up on the railing and pinned to the walls, to the tiny wooden table with the ragged checker-print tablecloth and the plates carefully set out on top. Rich gold eyes linger on the smooth china plates, the clean wineglasses, the candles littered between the two small, rickety seats.
“Oh,” Haruto breathes, his eyes alight and a small, wondering smile curling his lips. He blinks, looking around slowly, his sharp exhale sending stray strands of blue hair fluttering about his face. His expression is slowly lightening with every new detail he sees, delight etched in his quivering shoulders and slow smile.
Shun clears his throat, stomach flip-flopping as Haruto turns stunned eyes in his direction. “You always said that you’d wondered what candlelight dinners were like…” He feels his cheeks turn red, the words sticking in his throat.
Haruto still looks a bit like a deer caught in headlights, only indefinitely cheerier about it. “But—but, you hate cheesy romance!”
“You don’t,” Shun says simply.
Haruto blinks, mouth opening and closing. He looks back at the table, to the mismatched plates and flickering lights, and his smile stretches into a full-blown grin, wild and free and absolutely enchanted.
“I don’t,” Haruto agrees, sounding breathlessly delighted. “I don’t, I don’t… it’s perfect.” He turns back to Shun, picking up his hand and squeezing it tight. “Perfect.” Another squeeze, and then Haruto is pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Shun’s mouth before turning away to flee to the chairs. “I love it!”
Fingers still trapped in Haruto’s cool palm, Shun lets the other pull him forward, well aware of how red his face must be. “Ah,” he says, and clears his throat to hide any embarrassment. “Good?”
Haruto just laughs, spinning on his heel to take in the small expanse of balcony, candlelight shining bright in his eyes. “It’s beautiful,” he says, almost wistful. “Like something out of the movies…”
Shun feels a small smile pull at his lips, quiet pride a warm glow in his chest. “That was the intention,” he agrees, going to the small box where he’d kept the food and the wine. “Ruri helped with the set up.”
Haruto grins at that, eyes deliberately flickering away to fix on the distant skyline so as to avoid spoiling the surprise of Shun’s planned dinner. Ruri and Haruto get along like a house on fire—in that they are the types to accidentally set one ablaze. The only reason Shun knows anything about cheesy romance at all is due to the many movie marathons they’ve sweet-talked him to sit through.
He takes out the bowl, placing a heavy helping on both plates, noodles still steaming hot despite his worries and the rich sent of sauce and cooked vegetables rising into the cool night air.
Caught by curiosity, Haruto turns, and after a moment of surprise he laughs. “Noodles!” he cries, sounding delighted. “Like that movie—only not spaghetti—" he starts laughing again, one hand hiding his face from view. “Oh my god, Shun.”
Shun just smirks. The noodles had been his idea and his alone—he’d known Haruto would get the joke.
Haruto’s laughter tapers off, head shaking with the last vestiges of amusement. Pale blue hair frames his face, his expression lit up like the city at night. “This,” Haruto says, and shakes his head again. “This is—“ he breaks off, laughing. “I don’t know what to say!”
“Happy anniversary?” Shun offers, and pours some wine in Haruto’s cup.
Haruto laughs again, eyes dancing. “Yes. And—thank you.” His smile gentles into something soft and his eyes crinkle into a look of deep affection. “For everything, Shun.”
Shun smiles too, pouring some wine into his own cup. He raises the glass with careful fingers, dark liquid swirling and reflecting the shining lights. “To five years,” he offers.
Haruto raises his own cup. “To many more,” he adds, and together they down their glasses.
