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Holland sighed in his sleep, shifting his hold on the pillow he was holding. He was having the best dream, letting out a content sigh while smiling. Once Yuki brushed his curls out of his face, sadly there would be a bit of a shiny spot where a bit of drool escaped his mouth, small light snores coming from his mouth as well. A shiver ran down his spine after the trail Yuki's hand left, causing the small man to wriggle in his sleep, a soft sigh of "Yuki" came from his mouth followed by a smile and him nuzzling his face into the pillow.

Holland sighed in his sleep, shifting his hold on the pillow he was holding. He was having the best dream, letting out a content sigh while smiling. Once Yuki brushed his curls out of his face, sadly there would be a bit of a shiny spot where a bit of drool escaped his mouth, small light snores coming from his mouth as well. A shiver ran down his spine after the trail Yuki's hand left, causing the small man to wriggle in his sleep, a soft sigh of "Yuki" came from his mouth followed by a smile and him nuzzling his face into the pillow.

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That was a heart-melting moment for Yukio. How on Earth (or the Moon, or anywhere else in the galaxy) was Holland so ******** adorable??? "Hol," he whispered low and softly, lightly petting his brown curls, thinking to wake him up. Then he thought of a better way to wake the smaller man up, a much more enjoyable way, given last night. Planting a feather-light kiss on Holland's temple, he began to work his way down…

…By the time all was said and done, Yukio was as smug as a cat, and Holland was quite awake, if still muzzy round the edges. "Good morning, you," the blue-haired DJ murmured with the contented smirk still on his face, stretched out alongside Holland with his arm around him. "Hope you weren't looking to sleep in. Sorry not sorry?"

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Quite awake was definitely one way to put it. Holland turned his head to look up at Yuki, teal eyes a bit hazy, but still cognitive. He gave the taller man a dopey smile, “Morrrrrnnnningggg~” was all he could manage for being one that was brought awake in the most pleasant way possible. He arched off of the bed in a stretch, arms raising above his head, then proceeded to turn onto his side so he could face Yukio directly. Eventually he shimied his way to lay on top of the taller male teal locking onto amber while he playfully poked his chest. “I mean I wasssss planning on sleeping in, until a blue haired incubus decided I should be awake instead.” he was teasing of course, thinking briefly about all the other times he slept with a couple choice partners.

If he had stayed would waking up next to them feel like this?

The answer in his mind was a resounding no. He wouldn't trust any of his other partners enough to stay overnight. But with Yuki he felt nothing but safe with him, which seemed odd but interesting at the same time. He decided to pack that feeling away to be analyzed with the others at a later point. Holland sat up, hands placed on Yuki’s chest while he looked down at him, head tilted to the side, “Well now that I'm awake…Shower?” he winked, “Wash my back and I'll wash yours?~”

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"Sounds like a good deal to me," Yukio purred. "We both really do need a shower. We're filthy filthy beasts." Instead of relocating Holland off of him so he could get out of bed, though, he just laid there, looking into the other's teal eyes. It still seemed like a dream; only a scant handful of days ago, Holland was just some guy who dug DJ Buster's music. Now… now he was so much more. He was the impetus of self-discovery for Yukio, learning more about himself and coming to realize there was more to him than he ever realized. There was something about Holland that was amazing and special and wonderful, something that Yukio knew but couldn't put his finger on just yet. It was going to nag at him, he knew, but he shoved it onto a back burner in his mind for now.

For now, there was only the two of them, together, in Yukio's bed.

The DJ raised an eyebrow. "Um, it's a little difficult to go to the bathroom to take a shower with you in this position," he half-teased. "I can't exactly get out of bed…"

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Holland actually giggled, nodding his head in agreement. “Filthy filthy~” He rocked side to side with each word that was said in a sing song manner. He did blush at that last bit, coughing to clear his throat, “What? You mean to tell me THE DJ Buster cant pick up something as small as me? Le gasp!” he covered his mouth in mock offense, looking directly at him with a cheeky grin. If Yuki really wanted him to, he would get up and go make his way towards the bathroom without a fuss. For right now, it was just fun to tease and mess around. Although now that he was thinking about it, he didn't really bring his duffle bag with him from the car so he didn't exactly have a change of clothes either.

Eh, wearing the same clothes would be fiiiiiine.

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Yukio raised both eyebrows and slow-blinked at Holland. Oh, they were gonna play that game now, were they? Scooting back, he sat up, schooling his face into his normal flat expression and scooping Holland up by the rump, which would force him to wrap his arms around Yukio's neck or fall over backwards. Yukio then swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, firmly holding onto the small pink-fringed man as he did so. Without batting an eye, he strode to the bathroom with Holland wrapped around him, then gently set him down so that he could stand on the tiled floor.

Taking Holland's head in his hands, Yukio leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "And you thought I wouldn't do it. I'll get the shower started."

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Okay so Holland didn't know what to expect whenever Yukio gave him that expression. When he scooted back, Holland swallowed, “C-Challenge abort! Challenge---!!!” He let out a rather undignified squeak, wrapping his legs and arms around the man carrying him if only to keep from falling. He watched with amazement and another feeling he was not about to acknowledge at the moment as Yuki all but carried him to the bathroom. Surprised Teal stared at amber the entire way, causing the owner of the teal to subconsciously bite their lower lip. He almost didn't want to let go when Yuki set him down, one eye closing when he kissed the top of his head. The pout was instant after,

“No I didn't…..ButitwasalsokindofhotsoIallowedit.” He coughed and looked away then heard the shower running in the background.

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"I'm sorry if I startled you," Yukio apologized, "it was just too good to resist." Taking Holland by the hand, he stepped into the shower, figuring (hoping) the smaller man – his lover, he decided right then and there – would join him…

…And after a sliiiightly longer than expected shower, including toweling-off shenanigans and the whole effort of getting dressed oh-whose-shirt-is-this those-are-my-pants (Yukio's bedroom wasn't exactly the tidiest), Yukio puttered into the kitchen and put a kettle on for tea. "I hope you're not a coffee drinker, because I don't have any," he apologized again. "I have several varieties of tea, however, and things to put in it. I uh, also don't have much in the way of food, I mostly eat out or order in. Oh, I do have rice and eggs. Would you like to try some tamago gohan for breakfast? It's really good."

He realized he was babbling and didn't know where Holland was in relation to the kitchen. Turning, he looked around. "Or um we could go out for breakfast? If you want?"

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Holland wasn't exactly allowed to drink coffee….Last time he had coffee he was so amped that he didn't sleep for almost two and a half days. His parents told him no, his boss AND bestfriend told him no. “I'm not allowed to have coffee haha…” he puffed out his chest, making a sad attempt at deepening his voice to appear mode macho, “You wouldn't like me when I'm caffinated~” when he couldn't keep at the macho attempt any longer he stopped, laughing, “ummmnn….About earlier.” He tried and failed not to blush as he continued, “You have my explicit permission to pick me up at any point in time.” His face was beet read at this point, “Iactuallydontmindbeingmanhandled.”

He shifted a little, “Do you have green tea?” He looked quizzical, “I'll try the….Taaaamago….Gohan? What's in it?” He looked embarrassed. “S-Sorry if I messed up the name….” He was sitting right were Yuki could see him, dressed in one of his shirts. He didn't feel like struggling with his own clothes at the moment.

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Yukio felt that melty-tingly feeling again at the sight of Holland wearing one of his t-shirts. It looked a little big on the guy, but he could still make out the lean dancer's body of the smaller man, and he felt his face go warm. "Uh, yeah, I have green tea. I'll make you a cup." He turned back to fiddle with the kettle and fetch the requested tea from his tea stash cabinet, along with his own preferred black tea. Taking a deep, steadying breath, the DJ set the tea to brewing and turned around with the full round cups to face Holland. Hol was sitting on the couch – a piece of furniture that rarely got used in Yukio's apartment – so he set the steeping tea mugs on the top of the kotatsu, using it instead as a coffee table.

"Tamago gohan literally means 'egg and rice' – that's all that's in it," he said as he headed back into the kitchen. "Cooked rice, all nice and hot, with an egg mixed into it. You can add other things, like scallions, a fried egg on top, it can get as elaborate as ramen, but I like it with soy sauce and bonito flakes." The explanation helped distract him from how <******** cute Holland looked. "Still interested?"

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Holland slid from the couch to grab his mug, taking a sip while he thought about what he wanted to eat. “That sounds amazing~ But what are bonito flakes?” He's had Japanese food before…Well just teriyaki. But he knew there is so much more to that type of cuisine. He wanted to try everything and if he could sit still enough, learn how to cook it. He wasn't sure why the urge to learn how to cook Japanese came up, or the fact that he wanted to make it for Yuki but once again, something to unpack for later.

“Ramen sounds good too~” He wanted to try it all really. He smiled up at Yuki, trying to keep his eyes from drifting down to the taller man’s lips. He really really really wanted to feel them again…He shook his head, face bright red [was that all his face was ever able to do around this man?!] Yet again. “I'll have the Tamago gohan same as you!”

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"Bonito flakes are bits of dried ahi tuna," Yukio replied with a small smile. "You don't have to try them if you don't want to – I'll leave them off and let you decide." Mussing Holland's still-damp hair with one hand (only realizing he might have offended him after he'd done it), he fished a container of rice out of the fridge and portioned it out into a couple of bowls. He shoved the bowls into the microwave and retrieved a couple of eggs from the egg bin on the counter.

On the surface, Yukio was his typical stoic, cool self as he fixed breakfast; inside, though, his emotions were flitting about like a fishbowl full of butterflies, as was evidenced by the blush that rose up on his face. Holland wasn't like anyone else he'd met in his entire life. A song popped into his head: Daft Punk's "Something About Us" from the Discovery album. The words resonated with him on a deep level just now, and he felt his heart thumping harder. Was he falling in love with the small young man? Was this personal discovery he'd come to not too long ago the key to finding his heart's desire?

The beep of the microwave returned his thoughts to the here and now. Removing the bowls of rice, he cracked an egg into each one at a time, mixing it all in well with chopsticks. Once satisfied that it was edible at least, he splashed soy sauce into both bowls and brought them out to set before Holland on the kotatsu surface. "Oh s**t, forgot utensils for you. Do you want chopsticks or a fork, Hol?"

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Ahi Tuna….He knows what that is, he's had poke before. “I don't mind trying the bonito flakes, that's okay.” The musing of his hair had the exact opposite effect and he had to swallow a very suspect noise coming from his throat. The smaller man sighed contently once Yuki’s hand left his hair, teal eyes looking hazy for all of a second before refocusing. He watched Yuki work, moving his head to a tune that he was humming, which was Lauv’s “Steal The Show” from the movie Elemental. He should go see that or at least stream it some time, maybe he could do that with Yuki today? Then he frowned, what if he wasn't into movies like that? Would he be asking too much? There was quite the storm going on in his head currently, all while Yukio was making them breakfast.

Then as suddenly as the storm came, it…Just…stopped. Why was he even over thinking things? He knew the answer the moment he locked eyes with Yuki that day in the cafe…But that would just be crazy right? Love at first sight didn't exist…Did it? But wouldn't that explain the explosions, the sparks, their big bang?

He thought so.

His attention was brought back to the present when Yuki asked if he wanted a fork or chopsticks, Holland blinked, “Fork please. I do want to learn how to use chopsticks though.” Now that it was clear to him what his feelings were, he was a bit scared. What if Yuki didn't feel the same way? What if he got freaked out? The thought made his heart hurt a little. But all the same he just couldn't deny the tug on his whole soul anymore. He…He loved Yukio…

He.

Loved.

Yukio…

His body felt light, his heart was beating out of his chest, his face was super red and oh god. What should he do? He really didn't know….

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Yukio retrieved a fork and the bonito flakes from the kitchen and returned, automatically sitting on the floor next to the couch where Holland was sitting and shoving his long legs under the cover of the kotatsu. "Here you go," he said with a small smile, setting the fork and packet of fish flakes next to Holland's bowl. "I hope you like it – it's pretty much a staple in Tokyo, according to my mom, and it's a great meal for when you're not feeling well."

He looked up at the pink-fringed young man then, golden-yellow eyes meeting teal ones, and his heart started thumping in his chest again and the butterflies returned to his stomach. "Um. Yeah, I'd be more than happy to teach you how to use chopsticks," he half-mumbled before turning his attention to his breakfast. Stirring around the tamago gohan in his bowl, he once more felt like this was maybe more than just a fling, more than just two people who were hot for each other hooking up for the night. This might be the real thing this time. This really might be love.

A grain of rice escaped the bowl from his stirring, and that snapped him out of his reverie. He picked it up with his chopsticks and dropped it back in his breakfast. He felt so… he really hoped Holland liked it. Liked him. Even loved him. But his primary love language was music; and Hol had said he wanted to be more than just the inspiration for a song. He didn't know what to do…

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Holland tilted his head and shimmied down onto the floor next to Yukio, bowl in his hand, packet of bonito flakes in his mouth. Once he was settled under the kotatsu with Yuki he tore open the packet, almost wincing at the somewhat silence that was happening. With the way things were going, Holland started to shift in his seat while he ate, face brightening at the taste of the food. He brought his hand to his cheek, humming. “So good….” He set out to quickly eat his food, the silence once again making him feel awkward. Once he finished, he just couldn't take it any longer. Swallowing, Holland cleared his throat and worried his lip. Turning to face Yuki, he started twiddling his thumbs. “Y-Yuki….Ummmn…”

Why was this so hard?

“Ummnnn…I-I….”

The smaller man tried to steel himself to say what he needed to say, get it out in the air.

“I know you probably think this is crazy but I-ITHINKILOVEYOU! A-And I know it's weird and you might not want me to be around you, or kiss you or eat your Tamago Gohan but I just wanted to tell you a-and a-and!!” He opened his mouth to keep going, the word vomit just wouldn't stop, “Thesexisamazingandthatsnottheonlyreason, but I trust you and I--”

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Yukio had his bowl up to his mouth, shovelling the last bits of eggy rice out with his chopsticks. He froze in place, eyes wide as he looked at Holland after his confession. Love. For real. Not questioning it, not at all; it was like the DJ knew in his heart of hearts that Holland was sincere, that he really loved Yukio. And trusted him, and that to Yukio meant at least as much as professions of love.

"Hol, I… I um." He set down his bowl. "I… I mean… ILOVEYOUTOO okay," he blurted. "You– like you're– you're amazing and I feel it too and I want you in my life all the time and holyshitthesex um butit'smorethanthat and… yeah. You. Just… you." His heart was racing now as he stared at the man he'd just told he loved. But it felt so right. "I want you in my arms and I want to taste and kiss you and experience you in like all the ways I possibly could and if that doesn't make sense I don't know how to explain it but I… love you, Holland…"

He was babbling but he didn't care. Daft Punk was thrumming on his mental playlist and it felt so so right.

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Wait…What?

Holland’s eyes widened and without thinking he leaped onto the man next to him, kissing him full on the lips. Yuki loved him! Like really and truly! He wasn't weird, he literally felt the same damned thing. He pulled away, giving the man he loved the most dopiest smile ever. “I love you too Yuki~” It was nice to finally be able to sort out that feeling he first felt what seemed like so long ago, like millenia ago, which was so strange. He’s barely been on this earth for 22 years. Why would he feel like it was millenia? THAT was something to think about later.

However, he needed to think about the NOW. He had someone he loved right in front of him, what should he do? Holland leaned forward to whisper in Yuki’s ear, “We should have sex now~” He was never not ready and willing to just drop everything to just be one, and now he was more than ready at this point.

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Yukio was half ready for Holland to pounce on him, though it nearly knocked him backwards. He wrapped his arms around the small energetic dynamo of a man whom he loved and returned the kiss with enthusiasm – more enthusiasm than he had mustered for anyone in his life, even the girl who had broken his heart back in college. That had never felt as real as this did right here, right now.

Holland's breath and whispered suggestion made him tingly all over, and he turned to n** his earlobe playfully. "I think you're right," he whispered back. With as much grace as he could muster under the circumstances, Yukio scooted out from under the kotatsu, still holding onto Hol, and maneuvered himself into a kneeling position. He wrapped Holland's legs around his hips and kissed him again, then held onto him with one arm while hauling himself up onto his feet. Standing a moment to catch his breath – this was a lot all at once, emotionally at least, and he was rather breathless overall – he carried Hol off to the bedroom, tea all but forgotten.

FIN