Koisuru Boukun One-Shots

The Little Things

        On days where the weather is balmy, the breeze is just right, and everything in life is slow but steady, time seems to slow, and it is only then when a person starts to delve a little deeper; where they start to observe more, and add what they note to their already cluttered heart.
        Where the soft moments in domestic life really pulls at the heart strings to make you grin just that little bit wider.

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        Morinaga Tetsuhiro was fairly accustomed to his oddly animated roommate, Tatsumi Souichi, but his tendencies to always have his lab impeccably clean, yet the spot in which he usually worked at their coffee table was not just messy, but chaotic, puzzled him.
        The little idiosyncrasies that contradicted his personality were always strange: Modest but proud. Horrible cook yet had an exquisite palate for meals. Extremely messy in general but was impeccably clean bodied. Harsh and belittling at times, but at the core is extremely thoughtful and caring; wants to be loved but in turn doesn't know how to show it.
        With all that in mind, that didn't mean Morinaga's attention wouldn't snag on something that he hadn't seen before—on something hadn't thought of before.
        For example, when it was a day off from school, Morinaga noted the way Tatsumi would haphazardly go about his quiet day. How he paced around the apartment when he read papers—his lips moving however slightly—from researchers he admired, scratching behind his right ear when he was deep in thought.
        Or that when he sat on couch with a book in hand, he'd crossed his legs—always right over left—sipping lazily from his mug of coffee or tea.
Or the times when he would tuck a strand of stray hair behind his ear when it had fallen in his face.
        Or even when he was dead asleep from a nap, how his sensuous lips would part... They always seemed to tempt Morinaga into wanting to steal a kiss from him... Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't; it all depended on whether of not if was ready to accept another slap or punch.
        A memory that he was particularly fond of and dearly beloved, was that of a time when he was making dinner and he accidentally cut himself with a knife. He hadn't cut deep enough to cause permanent damage, but he'd done enough to bleed. Nonetheless, he'd barked in pain, immediately dropped the knife, and held his bleeding finger.
        Tatsumi had rushed over in concern at Morinaga's sudden yelp—albeit he scolded him in being so careless—and went to get salve and bandages. Though Tatsumi wasn't any good at house chores and making simple meals—he'd managed to burn rice, which something that was beyond Morinaga—the young kohai had learned that evening that, not only did his senpai know his way around his work and research, he surprisingly knew his way around medical attention and care.
        He'd taken Morinaga's finger with swift actions, cleaned and disinfected the wound, put salve on it to ensure a quick healing, and bandaged him up; his lithe fingers had been a blur of quick confidence.
        Morinaga realized then that this had been the work of the—always doting—big brother with a true heart of gold. He'd come to the conclusion that one reason, aside from learning procedures should a lab accident occur, he was so good at first aid was because he had to take care of his younger siblings with his aunt.
The brunet had thanked him graciously and insisted that he could finish the rest of their meal but the older man had forced the issue that he not risk the chance of getting blood in or on anything, and cooked off the rest of the food—and had even went as far as setting the table.
        Morinaga was touched by the gesture and promptly made his thoughts known by attacking his lover with a shower of kisses, to which Tatsumi had locked himself in his room until noon the following day.
That thought alone made Morinaga chuckle; he enjoyed trying to figure out his lover's thoughts—the enigma that he was. Though he didn't always deduced much, when he did, he found it to be almost as pleasuring as certain...other activities they engaged in.
        Nonetheless, Morinaga loved the little things.