house a pump in four chambers [Junjou Romantica, Usagi/Misaki, G]
Title: house a pump in four chambers
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: G
Word count: 387
Prompt: June 23rd: Junjou Romantica, Usagi/Misaki, I need you more than you know.
A/N: Title borrowed from Erin Grace Brooks's Concerning Starling's Law of the Heart.
Misaki slouches against the kitchen counter, glaring balefully at the breakfast plates. It really is ridiculous, making octopus wieners and deviled-egg ducks and sliced-apple rabbits for a grown man rather than a child of four.
"Honestly, Usagi-san, you should be ashamed of yourself."
Then again, someone who lives with a roomful of Suzuki-sans, a scale model of the Great Wall, and an entire colony of marimo isn't likely to be ashamed of such a trivial thing as breakfast food.
The coffee-maker beeps, startling Misaki from his thoughts. Pouring two mugs, he sets them on the table and waits for the smell to wake Usagi-san.
Maybe other people would call it spoiling, all this effort that he puts into cooking and cleaning and running errands and interceding with Aikawa-san. It probably is, Misaki thinks ruefully, curling the ears of the apple-rabbits. With his 99-percent success rate, the Great Lord Usami Akihiko is a master of manipulation, as Misaki knows better than anyone. It's just that Misaki also knows how much Usagi-san spoils him.
Money isn't the issue, really, although it's singularly frustrating to watch Usagi-san throw it around like water just to shower him with presents and vacations and whatever happens to catch his eye. The problem is the words. With a novelist's vocabulary at his disposal, Usagi-san always has the upper hand, and the constant barrage of declarations drives Misaki utterly insane.
It also has the inconvenient side-effect of leaving him wordless. A simple "I love you" seems inadequate in comparison, even if Usagi-san never tires of hearing it, so things like this completely juvenile breakfast are sort of... an act of desperation? No, Misaki thinks. They're a kind of separate vocabulary, a way to express the things that sound utterly ridiculous when spoken aloud... and that sounds cheesy even in his head.
Stupid Usagi-san.
The thump of bare feet on the stairs distracts Misaki from his embarrassment, his stomach fluttering with something like anticipation. "Good morning," he says cheerfully.
"Morning..." Usagi-san's voice trails off as he notices the table. "Am I forgetting something? Are we celebrating?"
"No. It's just because-" Misaki stops with a horrified flush, but the rest of the sentence is perfectly obvious to Usagi-san anyway, judging from his wide, happy smile.
There's more than one way to say I love you, after all.
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: G
Word count: 387
Prompt: June 23rd: Junjou Romantica, Usagi/Misaki, I need you more than you know.
A/N: Title borrowed from Erin Grace Brooks's Concerning Starling's Law of the Heart.
Misaki slouches against the kitchen counter, glaring balefully at the breakfast plates. It really is ridiculous, making octopus wieners and deviled-egg ducks and sliced-apple rabbits for a grown man rather than a child of four.
"Honestly, Usagi-san, you should be ashamed of yourself."
Then again, someone who lives with a roomful of Suzuki-sans, a scale model of the Great Wall, and an entire colony of marimo isn't likely to be ashamed of such a trivial thing as breakfast food.
The coffee-maker beeps, startling Misaki from his thoughts. Pouring two mugs, he sets them on the table and waits for the smell to wake Usagi-san.
Maybe other people would call it spoiling, all this effort that he puts into cooking and cleaning and running errands and interceding with Aikawa-san. It probably is, Misaki thinks ruefully, curling the ears of the apple-rabbits. With his 99-percent success rate, the Great Lord Usami Akihiko is a master of manipulation, as Misaki knows better than anyone. It's just that Misaki also knows how much Usagi-san spoils him.
Money isn't the issue, really, although it's singularly frustrating to watch Usagi-san throw it around like water just to shower him with presents and vacations and whatever happens to catch his eye. The problem is the words. With a novelist's vocabulary at his disposal, Usagi-san always has the upper hand, and the constant barrage of declarations drives Misaki utterly insane.
It also has the inconvenient side-effect of leaving him wordless. A simple "I love you" seems inadequate in comparison, even if Usagi-san never tires of hearing it, so things like this completely juvenile breakfast are sort of... an act of desperation? No, Misaki thinks. They're a kind of separate vocabulary, a way to express the things that sound utterly ridiculous when spoken aloud... and that sounds cheesy even in his head.
Stupid Usagi-san.
The thump of bare feet on the stairs distracts Misaki from his embarrassment, his stomach fluttering with something like anticipation. "Good morning," he says cheerfully.
"Morning..." Usagi-san's voice trails off as he notices the table. "Am I forgetting something? Are we celebrating?"
"No. It's just because-" Misaki stops with a horrified flush, but the rest of the sentence is perfectly obvious to Usagi-san anyway, judging from his wide, happy smile.
There's more than one way to say I love you, after all.