[ And that's part of why Naoshi timed it like he did. He can't do it all the time, that would be teasing too hard and he thinks that would either hurt Miyaji's feelings, or make him mad, or both, but Naoshi can't help but like inflicting those little dumbstruck moments on his favorite person. It makes him happy, to have that kind of effect.
But slipping out of the room immediately after that gives Miyaji time to absorb it and settle, or at least that's what Naoshi intends by doing so.
When he returns, it's with a single lap-tray, with two tall glasses of juice and two sets of silverware, but only one big pancake-loaded plate set upon it. There's plenty enough for two there, all drizzled with syrup and dolloped with cream and sprinkled with cut strawberries and blueberries. Call Naoshi a sentimental little derp, but he liked the idea of eating the exact same thing from the exact same plate. He'll indulge Miyaji's sweet-tooth, and share in it, too!
He sets the tray over the other's lap and tucks back into the bed beside him, grinning expectantly for Miyaji's reaction. ]
[If Miyaji knew that his dumbstruck reaction was Naoshi's intention, he probably would have gotten mad but Naoshi's could add a talent for phrasing alongside his talent for timing. By the time the energetic teacher leaves the room, Miyaji reflects on what happened, fairly certain that he should have mustered something more eloquent then 'ah'. But really, how are people expected to react when they hear something as bold as that come out from the person they liked...?
What Miyaji felt as he was left alone in the room was only the settling of delayed embarrassment as he looped the scene in his mind, Miyaji was painfully bad at remaining cool-headed when they were together.
However, it wears off as soon as Naoshi returns, breakfast tray in hand. The plate spread with pancakes catching Miyaji's eye and he's mesmerized by the decadence of it, so much so that just by looking at them from a safe distance was making his tastebuds jump for joy. Once Naoshi puts the tray on his lap, he all but fights the urge to devour these by himself. While Miyaji really wasn't the type to share food (indirect kisses and all that...), as long as they were using their own forks and knives it he had no complaints.] Can I...?
[Naoshi was famous for his bentos so the fact that Miyaji wasn't scoffing down a pancake at that very moment was a testament to his strength and self-control.]
[ He said it because he meant it too, of course... but Miyaji's reactions are still the best. Reactions for his eyes only, from his Miyaji. Naoshi's the outgoing and bold one in this thing of theirs, and he's completely happy with that because he gets those reactions. It's just how their dynamic is....
But it's a good thing he doesn't know Miyaji's thoughts on indirect kisses. After all the direct ones they've shared, not to mention last night... oh, Miyaji, you don't even have to try and you're too adorable for Sensei to handle sometimes.
But he can see how eager Miyaji is about the breakfast, which just pleases Naoshi all the more and his grin stretches practically ear-to-ear as he nods. ] Dig in! I want to know what you think! And there's plenty more, too~♪
[There's just something different about indirect kisses!! They're like surprise kisses, bold and unexpected...
I-In any case, Miyaji nods at Naoshi's invitation, before clapping his hands and bowing slightly.] Let's eat. [And with that formality out of the way, Miyaji arms himself with a knife and fork, slicing a (relatively) small piece of pancake. Watch as he dips it in extra cream and syrup before putting it in his mouth, chewing it steadily in order to savor the flavors. Why do you find him attractive again, Naoshi...? Miyaji smiles as it goes down his throat with ease, thoroughly pleased that the pancakes were as tasty as they had looked.]
Ah, it's really good. [So good that he quickly cuts up a second piece for himself]
[ Naoshi watches eagerly, almost more like a child than a grown man, but isn't that just always how he is? And he's never had someone special to cook for, even if it's something as simple as pancakes. And Miyaji's smiling. ]
Hehheh, I'm glad! Let's see.... [ He shifts himself about, still sitting beside Miyaji, but turns to face the opposite direction -- that is, with his folded legs towards the headboard, now -- so that he can address the shared plate from a different angle and not get in Miyaji's way. He takes up his own pair of utensils, cuts a piece from a different pancake (that's just politeness to him, no preoccupations about indirect kisses here!), and treats it just like Miyaji did, with extra cream and syrup. Hey, he wants to see for himself exactly what Miyaji likes so much!
......instant cavities, apparently. There was a distinct look of surprise on the little man's face as he chewed, and when he finally swallowed, he was laughing. ] It's like eating dessert for breakfast!
[Miyaji recognizes the shock on Naoshi's face as one that most people have when they steal taste-test the food that's been slightly adjusted to Miyaji's liking. He has a complaint about Naoshi's reaction at the ready before the teacher starts to laugh, an unexpected reaction when most people unknowingly scoff down sugar first thing in the morning.]
Isn't this what you usually eat for breakfast...? [While the question probably does sound like a complaint, he answers it for himself in his mind. A young male teacher probably doesn't make pancakes for himself, meaning that these must have been made especially for him... the words "made with love" repeats in his head and Miyaji can feel himself becoming flustered.] N-Never mind, let's just keep eating...
Un! [ Naoshi has no problems at all with this suggestion. With all the added toppings, the pancakes are... ridiculously dessert-like... but hardly bad! He dives back in with gusto, though he doesn't lavish his bites with quite so much extra sweetness after that first one.
Nevertheless, he doesn't take his pancakes plain, either. There's plenty of amused little chuckles and hummed 'yums!' of enjoyment from him as he experiments, finding just the right combination of syrup, cream, and fruit for his personal palate. Hope you don't mind a man that's vocal about enjoying his food, because Naoshi's definitely one of them. ]
Next time, [ he eventually decides between bites, and sorry about that Miyaji, he's someone who'll talk around a bite of food held in his cheek, too-- ] I'll have to give my waffle iron a try!
[A strawberry lodges itself in Miyaji throat when he hears Naoshi say that. Coughing, he reaches for a glass of juice and takes a large gulp before responding properly] Next time...?
[ Miyaji's sudden coughing fit clearly distresses Naoshi, wiping the smile off his face as he leans in worriedly to assist, though he's not sure how to--
When the boy recovers on his own, Naoshi blinks up at him, finally remembering to swallow the bite forgotten in his mouth. At first he just looks confused, but then he ducks his head a little uncertainly, blushing. He wasn't expecting Miyaji to be so startled, and his smile seems to be trying to decide if he needs to be sheepish or not. Too much? ]
Well... yeah! Next time! [ He absolutely wants a next time. Whether it's the whole overnight indulgence or just lazy cuddles or even just breakfast with company. ...Doesn't Miyaji? ] Is that... bad?
[Noticing the reaction, Miyaji shakes his head, tapping his chest lightly as the strawberry falls down his throat. He hadn't meant to incite doubt in Naoshi, it was just something he didn't expect to hear.] No, it's not.... I'm just... ['Next time' implied that Naoshi had enjoyed their time together, to the point that he still wanted to be with him. While it was the same for Miyaji, he didn't want to assume Naoshi had felt that way. Reaching a hand towards Naoshi's cheek, he strokes the side of it gently, offering another Naoshi exclusive smile.] I'm really glad. I'll be happy if you make waffles for me next time, Haruki-sensei.
[ Naoshi's sigh of relief is unmistakable. He has his own worries too, after all. A student-teacher relationship is difficult on so many levels, but now that he's in it, there's nothing he wants more than for it to work. If feeding Miyaji the sweet kinds of foods he likes best is something Naoshi can do to show how much he cares, then by all the stars, he's going to do it. But... for a minute there he was afraid he was too eager, too clingy, all too ready to make future plans when Miyaji wasn't....
But he gets over the little scare Miyaji gave him very quickly. His flush deepens at the hand on his cheek, but it's with absolute pleasure, his usual grin returning to his face without the slightest difficulty. ]
Then waffles it'll be! You can absolutely count on it! [ And he turns his head to put a kiss in Miyaji's palm, just for that added touch of return affection. ]
But slipping out of the room immediately after that gives Miyaji time to absorb it and settle, or at least that's what Naoshi intends by doing so.
When he returns, it's with a single lap-tray, with two tall glasses of juice and two sets of silverware, but only one big pancake-loaded plate set upon it. There's plenty enough for two there, all drizzled with syrup and dolloped with cream and sprinkled with cut strawberries and blueberries. Call Naoshi a sentimental little derp, but he liked the idea of eating the exact same thing from the exact same plate. He'll indulge Miyaji's sweet-tooth, and share in it, too!
He sets the tray over the other's lap and tucks back into the bed beside him, grinning expectantly for Miyaji's reaction. ]
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What Miyaji felt as he was left alone in the room was only the settling of delayed embarrassment as he looped the scene in his mind, Miyaji was painfully bad at remaining cool-headed when they were together.
However, it wears off as soon as Naoshi returns, breakfast tray in hand. The plate spread with pancakes catching Miyaji's eye and he's mesmerized by the decadence of it, so much so that just by looking at them from a safe distance was making his tastebuds jump for joy. Once Naoshi puts the tray on his lap, he all but fights the urge to devour these by himself. While Miyaji really wasn't the type to share food (indirect kisses and all that...), as long as they were using their own forks and knives it he had no complaints.] Can I...?
[Naoshi was famous for his bentos so the fact that Miyaji wasn't scoffing down a pancake at that very moment was a testament to his strength and self-control.]
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But it's a good thing he doesn't know Miyaji's thoughts on indirect kisses. After all the direct ones they've shared, not to mention last night... oh, Miyaji, you don't even have to try and you're too adorable for Sensei to handle sometimes.
But he can see how eager Miyaji is about the breakfast, which just pleases Naoshi all the more and his grin stretches practically ear-to-ear as he nods. ] Dig in! I want to know what you think! And there's plenty more, too~♪
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I-In any case, Miyaji nods at Naoshi's invitation, before clapping his hands and bowing slightly.] Let's eat. [And with that formality out of the way, Miyaji arms himself with a knife and fork, slicing a (relatively) small piece of pancake. Watch as he dips it in extra cream and syrup before putting it in his mouth, chewing it steadily in order to savor the flavors. Why do you find him attractive again, Naoshi...? Miyaji smiles as it goes down his throat with ease, thoroughly pleased that the pancakes were as tasty as they had looked.]
Ah, it's really good. [So good that he quickly cuts up a second piece for himself]
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Hehheh, I'm glad! Let's see.... [ He shifts himself about, still sitting beside Miyaji, but turns to face the opposite direction -- that is, with his folded legs towards the headboard, now -- so that he can address the shared plate from a different angle and not get in Miyaji's way. He takes up his own pair of utensils, cuts a piece from a different pancake (that's just politeness to him, no preoccupations about indirect kisses here!), and treats it just like Miyaji did, with extra cream and syrup. Hey, he wants to see for himself exactly what Miyaji likes so much!
......instant cavities, apparently. There was a distinct look of surprise on the little man's face as he chewed, and when he finally swallowed, he was laughing. ] It's like eating dessert for breakfast!
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Isn't this what you usually eat for breakfast...? [While the question probably does sound like a complaint, he answers it for himself in his mind. A young male teacher probably doesn't make pancakes for himself, meaning that these must have been made especially for him... the words "made with love" repeats in his head and Miyaji can feel himself becoming flustered.] N-Never mind, let's just keep eating...
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Nevertheless, he doesn't take his pancakes plain, either. There's plenty of amused little chuckles and hummed 'yums!' of enjoyment from him as he experiments, finding just the right combination of syrup, cream, and fruit for his personal palate. Hope you don't mind a man that's vocal about enjoying his food, because Naoshi's definitely one of them. ]
Next time, [ he eventually decides between bites, and sorry about that Miyaji, he's someone who'll talk around a bite of food held in his cheek, too-- ] I'll have to give my waffle iron a try!
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[There's going to be a next time...?]
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When the boy recovers on his own, Naoshi blinks up at him, finally remembering to swallow the bite forgotten in his mouth. At first he just looks confused, but then he ducks his head a little uncertainly, blushing. He wasn't expecting Miyaji to be so startled, and his smile seems to be trying to decide if he needs to be sheepish or not. Too much? ]
Well... yeah! Next time! [ He absolutely wants a next time. Whether it's the whole overnight indulgence or just lazy cuddles or even just breakfast with company. ...Doesn't Miyaji? ] Is that... bad?
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But he gets over the little scare Miyaji gave him very quickly. His flush deepens at the hand on his cheek, but it's with absolute pleasure, his usual grin returning to his face without the slightest difficulty. ]
Then waffles it'll be! You can absolutely count on it! [ And he turns his head to put a kiss in Miyaji's palm, just for that added touch of return affection. ]
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