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[Mista, a monster, just laughs. Then he takes Shuji gently by the wrist to pull his hand away from his faces and kisses him, slow and sweet.]

Sorry I'm not sorry.

[And then Shuji's face explodes.

Well, not really, but he is blushing right up to the tips of his ears when Mista pulls away from the kiss. All of their kisses keep being more wonderful than the ones before them. It's unfair.]

I-I guess, I can maybe find it in me to forgive you.

Good.

[God, he's cute. Mista honestly has sort of forgotten what he came in here other than kissing Shuji. Good thing bacon smell is so distinctive.]

You gonna eat? 'Cause I'm starving.

Of course I'm going to eat, I can't let you do all that work for nothing.

[ Shuji pecks Mista on the cheek before turning to look at the tray more closely. Breakfast in bed... He's so lucky.]

[Mista grins and touches his cheek. It's been long enough now that every time shouldn't stunlock him, but he's just so happy. He Got A Kiss.]

[Once he recovers from his delight, he grabs a piece of bacon and munches it happily.]

You can go back to sleep after if you want. That's the best way to sleep is when you just had a hot meal.

Only if you're staying in with me. The best way to sleep is with my cute boyfriend in the same bed. Otherwise I might as well not bother.

[He picks up a pancake to start with that.]

Mm, I can do that. I don't work today, so I guess I'm all yours.

[He's secretly glad to be asked. He has stuff to do, but it's boring household stuff, unappealing on the best of days and even more so when there's a snoozing boy in one's bed.]

So I don't have to let you out of bed until you have to work? Great, I can do that.

[...he will, but it's nice to think about just staying here for a while.]

I don't know if you noticed, Shuji, but I'd pretty much do anything to make you happy.

[Mista takes a sip of coffee, raising his eyebrows at Shuji over the rim.]

So if hanging out in bed with you makes you happy, like hell am I going anywhere else.

[Shuji hadn't noticed, really. Or there'd been some kind of mental block that had prevented him from seeing it, the kind of block that said that Mista was so incredibly amazing that Shuji would have been happy with anything from him.

But, then, Mista is Mista because he's a generous and loving person. Shuji knew that from the start.]

Well, w-well, you have to at least get out long enough that I can make you dinner. Unless you want dinner in bed, I mean, I'm okay with that...

[He doesn't know how to deal with this. When do you get used to the idea of dating your crush, and when does your heart stop trying to pound out of your chest every time he says something?]

You're so cute.

[It's killing him. He kisses Shuji, who tastes like pancakes, and then kisses him again because that's cute too.]

I'll get up and hang in the living room while you cook, so I can pretend to watch TV except I'll really be watching you. And then we can switch things up and cuddle on the couch for a while, then come back and cuddle in here. How's that sound?

[Mista tastes like bacon. Shuji immediately likes bacon twice as much.]

Sounds perfect to me. TV's probably more interesting than watching me cook unless you're on the infomercial channel, though.

You think so?

[Mista, no. Mista, be nice.]

Your butt's not on the TV, is the thing.

[Okay, that's fair, Mista just wants to look at his buuuuaaaaaah?!

Shuji makes a high-pitched noise like a kettle and covers his face with his hands.]

Mistaaaa why are you like thiiiis...

[He can't possibly uncover his bright red face right now, even if Mista undoubtedly knows how flustered he is.]

Heh.

[In his agony, perhaps Shuji will not notice Mista stealing a corner of his pancake.]

Still not sorry.

[He absolutely won't notice food theft, he has better priorities like Mista being terrible.]

How are you the one saying that to me anyway? It's completely unfair when you walk around with - with crop tops, and tight pants, and how am I not supposed to stare at you?

[That does shut him up for a moment. But only for a moment.]

I thought you didn't like my crop tops? But really you've been staring this whole time, huh . . .

I mean, I don't really like the colors you pick for them, but...

[Shuji gulps, before setting a hand softly on Mista's exposed stomach.]

It's kind of hard not to look...

[Oh. He jumps a little before stilling and looking at Shuji sort of--wonderingly? His hand is very warm.]

Well hi there.

[He needs a moment to figure out more words than that.]

I didn't notice you looking. Guess I probably should've.

I'm not really that subtle...

[Everyone else noticed in like, five seconds.]

I guess I was too busy looking at you to notice you looking at me.

[Mista, stop trying to be smooth and just admit you're dumb.]

You only look at me because you can't look at yourself. Like...

[Shuji's hands hover for a second.]

...I was going to touch your butt but I don't know if I can work up the nerve.

[Oh, god. Mista bites his lip in a very earnest attempt not to laugh. It's funny, though. The announcement, not the nerves.]

That's okay. It's not going anywhere. You can touch it whenever.

...And it won't be weird and uncomfortable? I mean, you can touch my butt, that's fine, but...

[Shuji, Shuji please.]

Shuji.

[Babe. Please. Mista solemnly takes both of Shuji's hands in his own. He looks deeply into his eyes.]

You can touch wherever you want. It isn't gonna be weird. Like I said, I'm real into you, so I don't think you need to worry about it.

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