Everyone moves at their own pace (2)

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"Oh. P'Fight. You're there already?"

Fighter gave Tutor a playful smile as he followed him in his apartment, while the other young man kept examining him from head to toe with an astonished air.

"What is it, Tor? Aren't you happy to see me?"

"No, it's not that," Tutor denied in a low, hesitant voice, seeming quite taken aback nonetheless. "It's just that... I haven't finished preparing the dinner yet."

Fighter chuckled when he noticed that his junior's ears were starting to redden as he spoke. He cleared his throat not to burst into laughter, and put down his bag, next to the door, at the foot of the coat rack.

"That's good, then" the older young man claimed, under the doubtful gaze of his boyfriend, who raised an eyebrow when he saw his large hands placed on his hips in a confident pose. "Let me give you a hand."

"But that's not necessary, P'Fight

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"But that's not necessary, P'Fight..." the younger man protested while taking a step towards him to prevent his senior to go into the kitchen. "In addition, you must be tired after your exam day..."

Fighter slowly moved his head to the side, until his eyes fell on his boyfriends' hands, that were now placed on both his shoulders. He could not help but smiling in anticipation, portraying Tutor's reaction in his mind regarding what he was planning to do.

"Can't I be helpful to you sometimes?" Fighter questioned while bending forward until he touched his boyfriend's bangs. "You helped me for my studies. Don't you think it's my turn now?"

Tutor had a slight backward movement, for obvious safety reasons

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Tutor had a slight backward movement, for obvious safety reasons.

"But..."

"But what?"

Even if a hint of doubt persisted in his lover's eyes, Fighter could nonetheless note that he looked now more relaxed as eye contact extended between them.

"Hm... Alright" the younger man ended up saying in a quick nod, as he was not left much choice but to give up anyway.

To these words, he waved at his senior to invite him to join him in the kitchen. Just like Fighter expected. And it was certainly the reason behind the triumphal look that had suddenly appeared on his face.

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