[ Kazuya laughs, a short, amused, almost delighted little sound at the back of his throat. It immediately puts something into his head, but he holds onto it for now, for after breakfast when Mei's mouth is as sweet as the syrup he's thrown together for the pancakes. (he will not be eating it) (mei eating it is the only time he'll taste something so sweet willingly)
Settling into this life, as what most of his younger staff would call old men, was not something he anticipated. They both help with coaching youths sometimes, their experience invaluable, but for the most part... working with baseball professionally is behind them, now, after a glorious road that they traveled together. That, at least, he anticipated, because Mei was always going to wind up the end game there. They've been breathing the same ambitions since they first met, young and knocking their heads together over stats, sharing apple rabbits and him picking at fresh bandaids.
His eyes slide away from Mei to his task, and he adds to the stack of pancakes calmly, flipping it out of the pan and atop the others so he can get the rest together. ]
Not before you've finished your coffee and had breakfast, babe, the counter's too cluttered right now.
[ the pet names, sarcastic or not, still get to mei just a little--his lips quirk as he downs the last of his coffee, though he'd deny that's why until they day he dies.
over the many years that he's known (and loved) kazuya, it feels like this section of their relationship has been a long time coming. mei still wears his championship ring from his two years in the US, still keeps his NPB trophies in the house. his player of the year award sits right next to kazuya's rookie of the year award (a fact that mei was very petulant about; he was pretty sure he deserved rookie of the year, actually, and will still bring it up to this day) in the same cabinet. baseball is not forgotten--it's in everything he does, and there are days that he catches kazuya outside after a hard day at work for them both and they just play, catch ball and pitcher and catcher, the relationship they'd always had combined with the one they'd made of it.
he used to joke that he'd catch kazuya eventually, after all the time he spent avoiding him, and he was exactly right. but, kazuya's a lot more than that. he's mei's best friend, his person, someone who flips a mirror on all his bad traits and forces him to suck them up and get over himself, who nurtures the good and helps quash the bad. he loves him--always has--but perhaps never more than he does now, when baseball ended they both stayed side by side.
sentimentality aside, mei slips behind kazuya to stand on his toes and put his chin on his shoulder. (it's annoying, how kazuya grew just enough to make their height difference more than negligible.) he then hums, playful, and pinches his butt. ] Hope that's a promise. [ ♥ ] Are they ready yet? I'm starving!
[ Much of the reason why Miyuki's of the year award sits next to Mei's, despite him still having most of his baseball memorabilia at his apartment, is because of Mei's petulance about it, just so that it'll always taunt him with its presence. Admittedly, it's not the only thing of his that's wound up here - most of his clothes are scattered throughout the rest of Mei's, and a lot of his cooking equipment has wound up in Mei's kitchen.
He's on his way to moving in fully, and he's not sure yet whether Mei has realized it or not. While a lot of his books are still on display, the rest are in boxes, ready to be moved, as well as the last dredges of his wardrobe. The shit he knows Mei would throw away.
But he's got a mitt here. Most of his time is spent in this penthouse. His championship ring sits in the same spot that Mei puts his when he's not wearing it. Hell, Kazuya even has a spare pair of glasses and a sleep mask in the top drawer of a nightstand.
Maybe he was always ready for the domestic lifestyle, where he knows he loves Mei and knows Mei loves him back.
There's no reaction when he sets his chin on his shoulder, but the pinch makes Kazuya jolt slightly, as he reaches for a plate to start serving Mei, a soft but half-hearted click of his tongue the answer at first. ] I promise nothing to impatient people. Here - [ He turns to give him the plate, but, also, to take his toll for it - a kiss good morning. ]
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Settling into this life, as what most of his younger staff would call old men, was not something he anticipated. They both help with coaching youths sometimes, their experience invaluable, but for the most part... working with baseball professionally is behind them, now, after a glorious road that they traveled together. That, at least, he anticipated, because Mei was always going to wind up the end game there. They've been breathing the same ambitions since they first met, young and knocking their heads together over stats, sharing apple rabbits and him picking at fresh bandaids.
His eyes slide away from Mei to his task, and he adds to the stack of pancakes calmly, flipping it out of the pan and atop the others so he can get the rest together. ]
Not before you've finished your coffee and had breakfast, babe, the counter's too cluttered right now.
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over the many years that he's known (and loved) kazuya, it feels like this section of their relationship has been a long time coming. mei still wears his championship ring from his two years in the US, still keeps his NPB trophies in the house. his player of the year award sits right next to kazuya's rookie of the year award (a fact that mei was very petulant about; he was pretty sure he deserved rookie of the year, actually, and will still bring it up to this day) in the same cabinet. baseball is not forgotten--it's in everything he does, and there are days that he catches kazuya outside after a hard day at work for them both and they just play, catch ball and pitcher and catcher, the relationship they'd always had combined with the one they'd made of it.
he used to joke that he'd catch kazuya eventually, after all the time he spent avoiding him, and he was exactly right. but, kazuya's a lot more than that. he's mei's best friend, his person, someone who flips a mirror on all his bad traits and forces him to suck them up and get over himself, who nurtures the good and helps quash the bad. he loves him--always has--but perhaps never more than he does now, when baseball ended they both stayed side by side.
sentimentality aside, mei slips behind kazuya to stand on his toes and put his chin on his shoulder. (it's annoying, how kazuya grew just enough to make their height difference more than negligible.) he then hums, playful, and pinches his butt. ] Hope that's a promise. [ ♥ ] Are they ready yet? I'm starving!
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He's on his way to moving in fully, and he's not sure yet whether Mei has realized it or not. While a lot of his books are still on display, the rest are in boxes, ready to be moved, as well as the last dredges of his wardrobe. The shit he knows Mei would throw away.
But he's got a mitt here. Most of his time is spent in this penthouse. His championship ring sits in the same spot that Mei puts his when he's not wearing it. Hell, Kazuya even has a spare pair of glasses and a sleep mask in the top drawer of a nightstand.
Maybe he was always ready for the domestic lifestyle, where he knows he loves Mei and knows Mei loves him back.
There's no reaction when he sets his chin on his shoulder, but the pinch makes Kazuya jolt slightly, as he reaches for a plate to start serving Mei, a soft but half-hearted click of his tongue the answer at first. ] I promise nothing to impatient people. Here - [ He turns to give him the plate, but, also, to take his toll for it - a kiss good morning. ]