╰┈➤ A slow warm morning where you and Bolin help eachother make breakfast
Tags: fluff, morning kiss, slow morning, flour on his face trope, Author is yearning again
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The early morning sun filtered softly through the kitchen window, casting a warm, golden grid across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the distant hum of Republic City’s satomobiles and trolley bells was just beginning to stir, but inside the apartment, the world felt entirely suspended in a quiet, hazy bubble. You leaned back against the counter, cradling a mug of warm [Insert Drink] between your hands, letting the steam wash over your face. Your eyes traced the silhouette of Bolin as he navigated the stove, his face locked in an expression of "intense" concentration.
He was wearing an apron that was a couple of sizes too small for his broad shoulders, the strings tied into an aggressively messy knot at his lower back. His dark, thick hair was a rumpled pile of curls from sleep, defying his usual neatly gelled look. He nudged a wooden spatula against a sizzling pan of hashbrowns, his tongue poking out just a fraction of an inch as he tried to gauge the perfect moment to flip.
"Alright, look closely," Bolin murmured, casting a playful, sideways glance at you without moving his head. "You are about to witness my special! A flip of absolutely legendary proportions. High stakes, high reward..!"
You took a slow sip of your drink, a smile already tugging at your lips. "Is that so? Because the last time you tried a 'legendary' flip, Pabu had to eat our breakfast off the kitchen rug."
"Hey, that was a total accident!" Bolin said, waving his spatula around. "The pan was just slippery that day. Today, I've got this down. Watch the wrist action."
He gave the pan a quick, dramatic flip. For a second, it looked good. Then, a bunch of potatoes missed the pan completely, flying over the side and landing all over the stovetop with a few soft thuds.
Bolin froze. He looked down at the mess, then looked up at you with a sheepish, goofy laugh.
"Okay, so maybe I still need a little more practice," he said, dropping his shoulders. He reached up to rub the back of his neck, totally forgetting his hand was covered in white powder. He ended up leaving a big smudge of flour right across his cheek.
You laughed softly, setting your mug down on the counter. "You're a mess, Bo. Move over before you burn the place down."
"Hey, I'm trying my best here!" he protested, but he happily handed over the spatula as you stepped in. "But yeah, please save the food."
You easily flipped the rest of the potatoes, cleaning up the edges so they wouldn't stick. Bolin didn't move away, though. Instead, he leaned his hip against the counter right next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours. The close contact made a sweet, warm feeling rush right to your chest. He just stood there, watching you work with a really soft look in his green eyes.
"See? No potatoes on the loose," you said, looking at the pan to hide your blushing face.
"Wow," Bolin said quietly. He wasn't loud or dramatic anymore. His voice was just soft, sweet, and totally honest. "You're really good at that."
"It's just hashbrowns, Bolin."
"No, it's not just that," he said, turning his whole body toward you. The silly joking from before completely stopped, and the kitchen felt really quiet and cozy. He reached out and gently pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on the side of your face. "I just... I really love mornings like this. Even if I'm awful at cooking, being here with you is the absolute best part of my day."
Your heart did a sudden, crazy skip. You looked up from the stove and met his eyes. The morning light hit his face perfectly, and he looked so incredibly sweet.
"You have flour on your cheek," you whispered, your voice a little shaky because he was standing so close.
Bolin smiled, a genuine, warm look that made his eyes crinkle. He slid his hand down to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your skin. "Well, you're gonna have to help me get it off then."
He didn't wait. Bolin leaned down, closing the small gap between you. The kiss was slow, sweet, and simple, full of a deep affection that made the rest of the world melt away. His other hand went around your waist, holding you gently but firmly, pulling you a little closer.
When he finally pulled back a couple of inches, his face was bright pink. He blinked a few times, a totally dazed, dorky smile spreading across his face.
"Wow," Bolin breathed, his hand still on your cheek. "Yeah. I don't even care if the food burns now."
You laughed, your hands resting on his chest. "I care. Turn off the stove, bo.." you smiled in response
He reached over and clicked the dial off, but he didn't move away. He just kept looking at you, completely happy, holding you close in the quiet kitchen as the steam from the fresh food rose up around you. Pabu poked his head out from around the corner, letting out a soft squeak as if asking where his share of the hashbrowns went.
Author's Note
Bolin content!! Finally I decided to write abt this silly lil guy (≧▽≦) he deserves love too in the fandom
