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scriveyner) wrote2017-09-28 10:23 am
scriveyner) wrote2017-09-28 10:23 am
Samurai Flamenco - cake day [Gotoyoshi]
Title: cake day
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 603
Summary: Masayoshi stared down at the box beside his bowl with a perplexed expression.
Masayoshi stared down at the box beside his bowl with a perplexed expression. Gotou had set it there, having returned from the kitchen with his surprise intact, a fresh beer in hand. “You’ve got a weird look on your face,” Gotou said, sprawled casually back against the bed and watching Masayoshi study the box intently.
“What is this, Gotou-san?” Masayoshi said. “You got me cake?”
“Yeah,” Gotou said.
“Why?”
The silence stretched between them as Gotou tried to reason out if Masayoshi was fucking with him or not. “Because…” Gotou said slowly, when Masayoshi didn’t cheerfully tell him he was pulling his leg. “It’s your … birthday?”
Masayoshi had set down his chopsticks, opening the pastry box to inspect the sugary treat held within. “No it isn’t,” he said, distracted.
“What do you mean, ‘no it isn’t’?” Gotou said, because he was certain that he had looked at the calendar before walking out the door on his mission to find Masayoshi a piece of strawberry birthday cake. “Don’t mess with my head, Masayoshi.”
Masayoshi placed the now-empty box on the other side of the table and eyed the piece of cake with a firm nod. “My birthday is on Friday,” he said. “Did you remember a fork?”
Gotou picked his cell phone up off the table because this was seriously messing with him. “Masayoshi, today’s the 28th.”
“Yes, and my birthday is on Friday.” Masayoshi got up, intending to go on a quest for forks that Gotou knew he didn’t have.
“Your birthday is on the 28th,” Gotou said. “Right? That’s what you told me.”
Masayoshi stared down at him, then blinked.
“You forgot your own birthday.”
“I did not, my birthday’s on Friday.”
“Tomorrow is Friday, and that’s the 29th.” Gotou waved his phone at Masayoshi. “Do I have to text Ishihara and check what day your birthday is because she will not let you live that down, Masayoshi.”
Masayoshi crossed his arms and tucked his head in. “That would explain why everyone was wishing me a Happy Birthday today,” he mused, and Gotou sighed loudly, leaning forward to tug on Masayoshi’s trouser leg.
“Sit down, idiot,” he said. “I don’t have any forks.”
“I don’t work tomorrow! I thought they were just being polite.” Masayoshi seated himself again. “Actually, that explains a lot.” Gotou leaned forward and made an attempt to pluck the strawberry off the top of cake, but Masayoshi was quicker than that and popped the fruit into his mouth and grinned. “Thank you for the birthday cake, Gotou-san.”
“If it’s going to be this much of a production every year don’t expect it again,” Gotou muttered, and Masayoshi beamed at him.
“You’re making plans for my future birthdays!” he said.
“I plan to be around for at least a few of them,” Gotou said, and picked up his beer can, flushed to the ears. “Eat your cake, Masayoshi.”
Masayoshi smiled at him. “Want to share?”
“Yeah,” Gotou said. “Okay.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 603
Summary: Masayoshi stared down at the box beside his bowl with a perplexed expression.
Masayoshi stared down at the box beside his bowl with a perplexed expression. Gotou had set it there, having returned from the kitchen with his surprise intact, a fresh beer in hand. “You’ve got a weird look on your face,” Gotou said, sprawled casually back against the bed and watching Masayoshi study the box intently.
“What is this, Gotou-san?” Masayoshi said. “You got me cake?”
“Yeah,” Gotou said.
“Why?”
The silence stretched between them as Gotou tried to reason out if Masayoshi was fucking with him or not. “Because…” Gotou said slowly, when Masayoshi didn’t cheerfully tell him he was pulling his leg. “It’s your … birthday?”
Masayoshi had set down his chopsticks, opening the pastry box to inspect the sugary treat held within. “No it isn’t,” he said, distracted.
“What do you mean, ‘no it isn’t’?” Gotou said, because he was certain that he had looked at the calendar before walking out the door on his mission to find Masayoshi a piece of strawberry birthday cake. “Don’t mess with my head, Masayoshi.”
Masayoshi placed the now-empty box on the other side of the table and eyed the piece of cake with a firm nod. “My birthday is on Friday,” he said. “Did you remember a fork?”
Gotou picked his cell phone up off the table because this was seriously messing with him. “Masayoshi, today’s the 28th.”
“Yes, and my birthday is on Friday.” Masayoshi got up, intending to go on a quest for forks that Gotou knew he didn’t have.
“Your birthday is on the 28th,” Gotou said. “Right? That’s what you told me.”
Masayoshi stared down at him, then blinked.
“You forgot your own birthday.”
“I did not, my birthday’s on Friday.”
“Tomorrow is Friday, and that’s the 29th.” Gotou waved his phone at Masayoshi. “Do I have to text Ishihara and check what day your birthday is because she will not let you live that down, Masayoshi.”
Masayoshi crossed his arms and tucked his head in. “That would explain why everyone was wishing me a Happy Birthday today,” he mused, and Gotou sighed loudly, leaning forward to tug on Masayoshi’s trouser leg.
“Sit down, idiot,” he said. “I don’t have any forks.”
“I don’t work tomorrow! I thought they were just being polite.” Masayoshi seated himself again. “Actually, that explains a lot.” Gotou leaned forward and made an attempt to pluck the strawberry off the top of cake, but Masayoshi was quicker than that and popped the fruit into his mouth and grinned. “Thank you for the birthday cake, Gotou-san.”
“If it’s going to be this much of a production every year don’t expect it again,” Gotou muttered, and Masayoshi beamed at him.
“You’re making plans for my future birthdays!” he said.
“I plan to be around for at least a few of them,” Gotou said, and picked up his beer can, flushed to the ears. “Eat your cake, Masayoshi.”
Masayoshi smiled at him. “Want to share?”
“Yeah,” Gotou said. “Okay.”