Happy For House Help | A Genmui Fanfic

Prologue

Muichiro perceives the cacophony of raps on the front door. He pauses a little, refusing to move until the knocks persist.

Tap, tap.

He sighed, slightly pulling up his pajama pants to hang a little bit off his waist. Folding in his lips, he removed the coffee pot from the maker and set it on the counter. The wind coming from the slight gap in the window brushed against him, making him shiver ever so slightly. He rubbed off any lingering debris from his clothes before making his way out of the kitchen.

"Baby, could you please get the door?" He yelled out toward the quarter of the bedrooms. "I'm making your coffee."

From their master bedroom, a faint grumble could be heard as his husband reluctantly emerged from beneath the cozy duvet. In what seemed like an eternity, but was probably just a minute, an expression of annoyance finally overtook his face. His husband, with disheveled black hair that looked overdue for a wash and striking amber eyes, grumpily approached Muichiro.

He gave the smaller one a lovely embrace from behind, resting his chin atop his shoulder. Slowly but surely enough, he pressed his lips against his neck, letting them sink into the soft skin that was Muichiro's. He breathed a silent hum, closing his eyes and letting the wind that once attacked Muichiro hit his back as well.

"Yes, good morning to you too," Muichiro said. "Could you open the door? Somebody's been knocking,"

His husband began a series of tender kisses that slowly trailed from where he started. Soft pecks leaving a dash of love from every spot he placed them.

"Maybe they already left," He whispered after each kiss.

"Baby..."

His husband stood still for a moment, raising his head to watch as Muichiro attempted to grab a coffee cup from the top cabinet. He got on his toes, leaning against the counter before him. His husband chuckled, opening the cabinet for him and receiving himself a cup. He handed it over to Muichiro, who just let out a relieved sigh.

"I'm gonna start putting those cups and mugs in the bottom cabinet," He mused.

Without a word, his husband gave him another peck on the side of his head before heading out of the kitchen. He made his way to the door, opening it slowly as he was still unaware of the guests true intentions.

"Hello?" He addressed, peeping his head through a slight creek of the door.

"Ummn...," the man on the other side hummed, pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Isn't this, Mr. Yamazaki?"

Mr. Yamazaki himself opened the door ever so slightly to reveal a little bit more of what he thought was safe.

"Yes? And you must be the house-sitter, correct?"

"You'd be right," the voice on the other side claimed.

"State your name,"

"Genya Shinazugawa,"

"Come in,"

Swiftly, Mr. Yamazaki opened the door for the enviously taller one. He watched as he entered the abode quite gently so as not to rush things. He screened his eyes over his toned physique and the attractive battle scar over his face. If he knew how he was going to look beforehand, he definitely wouldn't have been hired. This wasn't somebody he could leave his husband alone at home with.

No... he thought to himself. Have some more self-confidence.

"I'll be off to work in a few," He said, pointing to the comfortable looking couch in the living room. "My husband leaves for his walks shortly after. You could sit there on the couch. Rules are on the fridge,"

Genya nodded and took a seat on the plush couch. He sank into the luxurious cushions, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the opulent surroundings. He knew the married couple was wealthy, but this was a bit over the top.

"Feel free to use the remo-,"

"Kafo, your coffees ready," an angelic voice sang from the open room of the kitchen.

It swam out of the bijou room to the ears of the taller one. Genya couldn't recall a voice such as that before. It was calming, yet assertive, and he could swear on the slight hint of pert. He knitted his eyebrows together in response to his sudden concentration.

Kafo scratched at his head, walking over to meet his husband once again.

"Okay, let me get ready," He insisted before leaving the room for yet another time.

The sound of the master bedroom closing in became evident as he departed. Genya, still feeling a little intimidated by the clearly wealthy atmosphere, hesitated to pick up the remote. He placed his palms uniformly onto his lap, sitting straight with good posture. He didn't want to seem out of place where everything else was not.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a much shorter figure emerging from the kitchen. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down as Muichiro walked over to the living room. Their eyes met briefly, and there was an inexplicable connection. Genya swallowed nervously, quickly looking away to avoid an unnecessary staring contest.

"Where did... he go?" Muichiro lightly sputtered, holding his husband's coffee in one hand.

Genya struggled to distinguish between rhetorical and genuine questions, a challenge that vexed him in this moment. He didn't want to risk sounding foolish on his first encounter, but he also felt the need to provide a response. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words.

All that came out was a hesitant "umm," before he looked away, unable to articulate a clear response.

"Sorry," Muichiro whispered, feeling embarrassed for even asking the question.

He turned toward the master bedroom, suspecting that he would find his husband there, getting ready. Muichiro wasn't known for his eloquence, especially when flustered. It appeared he had met his match, someone equally as tongue-tied. This could be an intriguing experience for the both of them.

Word Count: 990