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scriveynerTitle: another day
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 315
Summary: "I don't want to rush you."
“I am never letting you out of my sight again,” Gotou said, somewhat seriously. Masayoshi hesitated, chopsticks in hand, and then looked over at Gotou seated beside his bed and weighed the words.
“You’d have to quit your job,” Masayoshi said finally.
Gotou blinked, he clearly hadn’t expected that response. Or considered that, either. “You didn’t think it through,” Masayoshi said, his mouth full. “I’m not quitting my job, I think Ishihara would skin me if I tried, I’m bringing in a lot of publicity for Cesar Pro anyway - also it’s just not a very good idea.”
“You really are concussed,” Gotou said, a little awed.
“I don’t have to have head trauma to make sense,” Masayoshi said, a little indignantly. “I’m fine, Gotou-san.”
“You’re not fine,” Gotou snorted. He sat forward in the folding chair and put his hand over Masayoshi’s, where he was holding the bowl of rice. Masayoshi looked down at his hand, and then up to his face, puzzled - he still put more rice in his mouth, though. “When,” Gotou said, and his voice caught on the syllable. He paused, wet his lips and said with a level tone, “when do you want to get married?”
Masayoshi managed to not drop his chopsticks. They hadn’t really discussed it, not after agreeing to just see how things went as their relationship progressed. Masayoshi put down his bowl and chopsticks and took Gotou’s hand in his own. “I don’t want to rush you,” he said, and Gotou smiled at him.
“You’re not,” Gotou replied.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 315
Summary: "I don't want to rush you."
“I am never letting you out of my sight again,” Gotou said, somewhat seriously. Masayoshi hesitated, chopsticks in hand, and then looked over at Gotou seated beside his bed and weighed the words.
“You’d have to quit your job,” Masayoshi said finally.
Gotou blinked, he clearly hadn’t expected that response. Or considered that, either. “You didn’t think it through,” Masayoshi said, his mouth full. “I’m not quitting my job, I think Ishihara would skin me if I tried, I’m bringing in a lot of publicity for Cesar Pro anyway - also it’s just not a very good idea.”
“You really are concussed,” Gotou said, a little awed.
“I don’t have to have head trauma to make sense,” Masayoshi said, a little indignantly. “I’m fine, Gotou-san.”
“You’re not fine,” Gotou snorted. He sat forward in the folding chair and put his hand over Masayoshi’s, where he was holding the bowl of rice. Masayoshi looked down at his hand, and then up to his face, puzzled - he still put more rice in his mouth, though. “When,” Gotou said, and his voice caught on the syllable. He paused, wet his lips and said with a level tone, “when do you want to get married?”
Masayoshi managed to not drop his chopsticks. They hadn’t really discussed it, not after agreeing to just see how things went as their relationship progressed. Masayoshi put down his bowl and chopsticks and took Gotou’s hand in his own. “I don’t want to rush you,” he said, and Gotou smiled at him.
“You’re not,” Gotou replied.
