[ There's something about gift giving that gets to Aki; he's not sure how good he is at it himself, has never had to go out of his way to actually try and give anyone a decent gift. He had barely done anything decent for Denji's birthday, and he has no idea what he would be able to do for any kind of celebration for Tsurumaru, but he hopes that he could do something good.
He hopes that he could do something like this.
It's simple, it's easy, and it means so much. It shows how much attention Tsurumaru has paid to him, that even something as simple as his morning habits had been noted and made to be recognised. Carefully, he places the mug to one side and reaches to draw his lover closer, to tug him onto his lap as much as he can, to hold him tenderly, sweetly, softly. ]
Denji is an idiot, sometimes.
[ Aki kisses him again, soft and gentle, before he touches their foreheads together and closes his eyes.
His birthday had been a nightmare for the last decade, but here, now... It feels okay. ]
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He hopes that he could do something like this.
It's simple, it's easy, and it means so much. It shows how much attention Tsurumaru has paid to him, that even something as simple as his morning habits had been noted and made to be recognised. Carefully, he places the mug to one side and reaches to draw his lover closer, to tug him onto his lap as much as he can, to hold him tenderly, sweetly, softly. ]
Denji is an idiot, sometimes.
[ Aki kisses him again, soft and gentle, before he touches their foreheads together and closes his eyes.
His birthday had been a nightmare for the last decade, but here, now... It feels okay. ]
It's perfect, Tsuru. Thank you.