Happy For House Help | A Genmui Fanfic

The Society

Another work day; another hot coffee.

Genya grimaced in response to the sight of Muichiro's smile as he handed over the coffee to his husband. The smile plastered upon Muichiro's lips seemed almost artificial to the taller male who glanced at a side.

He could nearly savor the essence of Kafo's gaze as it met his own, especially when he leaned in to tenderly kiss his husband's forehead while accepting the cup of coffee. The wisps of steam rising from the tall cup enveloped the married pair in a haze that felt almost like a poignant symbol of their love.

Once his husband was fully out of the door, Muichiro swiftly headed for the master bedroom, ensuring he avoided any interaction with Genya. However, Genya continued to maintain unwavering eye contact with him, even if it remained unreciprocated.

Hours had passed, and at long last, Muichiro emerged from the master bedroom. He was adorned in attire that clung to his form, a stark departure from his usual, baggy clothing. Genya couldn't help but notice this change, for he was more observant than he'd readily admit, especially when it concerned Muichiro.

Muichiro donned a set of straightforward gray shorts, a matching tank top, and a jacket. The seemingly unremarkable color surprisingly took on an appealing aura in Genya's gaze, almost accentuating the figure of the smaller one standing opposite him.



"I'm gonna go walk now," He informed; absolutely no emotion to his voice.

Genya nodded, sinking into the couch with an air of nonchalance. He feigned a yawn, shifting his gaze to the side, projecting an image of complete comfort. Almost as if he didn't even need Muichiro. He could stay away from him for all he cared.

However, he did care, deeply so. His concern bordered on being almost excessive. To the extent that the moment Muichiro's hand made contact with the doorknob, the urge to speak surged in his mind. He longed for Muichiro's attention, with a persistence that left no room for being overlooked or avoided any longer.

"Hey... Mui," He addressed, sitting up in a relaxed manner and slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Mui, huh?"

"Yeah," He confirmed. "You like it?"

"I mean, I guess," Muichiro shrugged, finally letting go of the knob.

Genya let out a sigh of relief, glad to see that the smaller one had momentarily forgotten about evading him. He resolved to give his full attention to whatever Genya had to share, keeping the brief lapse in their vigilance a secret from Kafo. As long as no significant issues arose, he was content to let those few seconds remain undisclosed.

"Remember the show we were watching yesterday?"

Muichiro looked up to the ceiling in thought before looking back at Genya with a puzzled expression.

"We've watched a lot of shows, y'know?" He crowed.

"The Society, I mean,"

"Oh, yeah..."

Genya gracefully rose from the couch and sauntered over to the smaller one, his gaze fixated on Muichiro's countenance as he aimed to discern any response to his impending confrontation. There was nothing detailed in his face, but stillness. This, strangely, brought a subtle sense of relief to Genya.

"We should probably finish it once you come back," He suggested.

Just as he turned his attention to Muichiro, an unsettling revelation struck him: the bruise beneath Muichiro's eye had vanished, hidden beneath a mask of various powders. Genya couldn't help but find this deeply disconcerting. This, in a way, never failed to disturb him as he would finally perceive it. Something about the situation was just so eerie.