Happy For House Help | A Genmui Fanfic

Rice and Salmon

Genya jolted to the sudden sound of the front door opening beside him. Into the house came a slightly sweaty Muichiro who showed very obvious signs of exasperation. In both hands were drooping grocery bags of snacks he had planned to eat later.

He desperately shut the door behind him, sliding down from it in a comically exaggerated way. In his mind, it was as if Genya didn't exist in his world. He was way too spent from the brisk he recently experienced on his way home to notice the others' presence.

"You good?" Genya suddenly asked in worry.

Switching off his phone and rising from the couch, he watched as Muichiro closed and reopened his eyes at a glacial pace, as if confirming the other's presence. Muichiro grinned sharply, laced with a hint of sarcasm, all while getting back on his feet.

"Have you eaten?"

Genya looked to the side, placing his hands in his pockets nervously.

"Ahh..." He breathed. "I don't know what to eat,"

"The whole fridge is yours," Muichiro quipped.

Except, it was more sincere of a statement, if anything else. Genya was definitely a house-sitter rather than a guest. He could trust him to the fridge for a while as long as his husband didn't mind the sudden change in position. Kafo didn't even bat an eye to a lot of differences anyway. This wasn't something Muichiro had to worry about so much, but seeing as Genya refused to move from his current place it was hard for him to argue with himself on that one.

"Or, I could whip something up for you of course," Muichiro suggested with a shrug of his shoulders as he wiped his forehead. "I'd just have to take a shower first,"

Genya shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows as he did it.

"I'll prepare something myself," He promised. "Don't want to tire you anymore than you already are,"

Muichiro nodded, picking up the halfway filled bags of snacks off the floor. On his way home his stomach began to grumble at the realization that he didn't have any breakfast. After all, he did begin his trip a little bit too early as seven obviously wasn't the usual time his journeys typically began.

He decided to stop at a local gas station around their suburban family home that didn't quite contain a family, and scavenge for bite-size delicacies. Looking back at the bags, he realized he might've gotten a little bit carried away, but it didn't bother him.

Instead, with all confidence remaining inside him as he held the bags in his hands, he walked proudly to the master bedroom for a fresh shower. Ignoring him, Genya made his way toward the kitchen to prepare himself a delicious meal. By the time Muichiro came back, he was almost finished with his rice and salmon.

He took his last bite of salmon, sliding his teeth against the porcelain that was chopsticks until the very end. As Muichiro walked past the living room Genya tilted his head in confusion, surveying his additional change of clothes. It was almost magic how he appeared in something different every two seconds that would exist.

This time the smaller one was wearing Adidas shorts, along with a white oversized tank that nearly covered them whole. On top of the tank sat a gray drawstring jacket that was just as oversized as the tank. He wore long sporty socks, but not too long to touch his knee. Just long enough that they were considered more than ankle. The UGG slippers complimented the rest of what was left to it all.

"How you liking your food?" He inquired.

Genya nodded his head in satisfaction with a slight laugh. He lowered his head a little, bringing a finger up to his lips as he swallowed all that remained. Once finished with his last gulp, he licked his lips with a contented smile. He lifted his head, sucking on his teeth to engulf the debris of lingering flavor.

"Huge fan of the salmon," He admitted. "Who made it?"

He lowered his eyes as his eyebrows cocked up. That was quite an expression Muichiro could confirm he's never perceived. Although it hurt to think of it, something about it impressed him. Impressed him enough to answer.

"It was I," He sang, bringing both thumbs to his chest with a smile.

That was the first time somebody has ever complimented his food. It's not like he was typically a bad cook in the kitchen. Neither was he a top chef working on a strict cooking show where George Raegan was probably complaining about lamb sauce. He just didn't really have a husband to rely on for something so strangely positive, so it was hard for him to figure out how he performed on a stove.

"I'll bet," Genya responded with a very subtle smirk.

Muichiro crossed his arms, tilting his head with the crease of his eyes. He was puzzled as to how a guy he just met could already be so amusing.

"Why do you say that?" He asked. "You don't even know me..."

Genya shrugged before saying, "I don't know, you just... look like it I guess,"

"I look like a cook..." Muichiro repeated, casting a sidelong glance and lowering his eyes as if to ask, "Are you serious?"

Genya subtly shook his head, before realizing that it wasn't evident enough, and redoing the shake a little more emphatically. Muichiro remained silent, his gaze locked on the apologetic emotion that was Genya's. Slowly but surely, the right sleeve of his jacket drooped right off him, revealing the smoothness of his round arched shoulder.

Muichiro noticed it, staying silent in embarrassment to notice the taller one's reaction.

"Might wanna get a size down,"

"Might wanna keep your eyes in your sockets," He lifted the sleeve back up to fit him right. "It's my husband's," He mumbled.

Genya slightly parted his mouth, hoping he wasn't getting accused of anything he wasn't aware of. Muichiro chuckled at the sight of this, leaning against the wall he was standing beside. He folded in his lips, looking up at the ceiling in thought. Whatever that very same thought was.

"You're nice," He mentioned, the fold in his lips gradually turning into a gentle smile.

"So I've heard,"

"And cocky," He added before noticing the decrease in Genya's sly demeanor. "But... but I like it,"

"Right,"

It went silent as the two absorbed each other's presence. It was only brief, but the tension between the two definitely happened. Genya was evidently one of the two to notice it first, and boy did it make him nervous if not awkward.

With a desperate sigh of relief, he broke whatever eye contact they had left and got up from the dining chair, bringing his dish with him. He found the sink of the kitchen before it found him, and gladly took the role of washing his plate as well as the rest lingering inside.

"Thanks," Muichiro praised, grabbing a broom from the side of the fridge. "Kafo expects me to handle all of this on my own,"

Genya didn't say anything to that as he didn't know what. There were a lot of things people told him where he couldn't come to form a response. This was one of those times. As much as he didn't want to stay silent, there was nothing else to say. Just let it sink in. He would let it sink in. Even if it meant losing the sane enough mentality that was left of the small man behind him.

This was only the beginning.

Word Count: 1277