Growing up as a social person, Sora Suzuki was surrounded by love and affection- even from the most random people. Tender strokes, gentle kisses. Love came to him in the form of five unique beings, and damn, he's in deep. But when shit happens, and...
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JANUARY SIXTH, TWO THOUSAND AND THIRTEEN
08:54 in the morning.
EYES FELL UPON THE LARGE dining table, stationed right before the floor-to-ceiling windows, the wisps of sunlight seeping through. A delicious spread laid on top of it, dishes ranging from different types of cooked eggs to bacon to toasted bread plated on porcelain plaits. Awe bubbled within them.
"Did you make all this?" Kindaichi inquired, his jaw threatening to drop. Pools of saliva burgeoned in their mouths.
"Yeah." Sora shrugged, walking over to the kitchen's marble counter. "Figured it'd be nice since I made a bento for Tobio."
Crimson stained their cheeks.
"Thanks."
Sora only hummed. He raised the kettle in his hand. "Would anyone like coffee or tea?"
Kunimi nodded. "Coffee, please."
"How would you like it?" he asked, grabbing a mug from the cupboard below him. Sora picked out a plain white one; it sat with the rest of its similarly-made models. He preferred to keep his kitchenware simple.
It made everything less intimate.
Without a beat, Kunimi replied, "As dark and bitter as my soul."
"Hand him a glass of milk if that's the case," Kindaichi snorted, pulling out one of the chairs and sitting on it. Oikawa took the seat beside him, and Iwaizumi sat opposite him.
Akira frowned, poking his tongue out.
"No. Leave the milk for Tobio." His hand clasped the top of the grey cushioned chair. "Kami-sama knows he'll come back and devour the whole thing." Akira sat down, eyes still on his older soulmate as he watched the male place the milk carton back in the fridge. "He always does that after his matches."
Sora could only shake his head in fond amusement. He poured Akira and himself some coffee and joined his soulmates on the table, taking the seat at the head. An empty chair sat opposite him, and a tightness spread along his chest. Sora had to manually breathe, inhaling and exhaling in periodic breaths.
He's okay, he reminded himself.
His fingers shook around his cutlery.
He's with Ukai and Daichi. They'll take care of him. They'll make sure nothing happens.
Even then, Sora believed that the safest place for Tobio was right in his arms. Who could protect a king better than his knight?
"Imagine if he turns out to be lactose intolerant?" mused Tooru, reaching over and grabbing the plate of bacon. He dropped some onto his plate and Yuutarou's plate.
