[ 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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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. ]