Okay! I'll make sure to prepare it for you after dinner!
[The thought of preparing Doppo's bed, making him dinner, doing all the normal things he used to do for Doppo got him feeling all emotional again. His heart felt so full and warm after the cold emptiness he experienced for so long.
Hifumi pokes Doppo on the cheek. Maybe if he's annoying he won't cry again. Though this time he felt he could cry out of happiness, he didn't want to worry Doppo by shedding any tears at all, even if Doppo could see right through him like he always does.]
I will cook anything you want. Even if I have to chase it. I will always do anything for you, my precious Doppo.
[ he exhales a quiet sigh. he can see it -- the things that hifumi holds back; he's never seen him like this before, bright-eyed and eager, his words tinged with an odd sense of relief, like he's coming back into something normal again.
but then he is, isn't he? so many months being on his own, and doppo has the oddest feeling that hifumi's trying not to cry. underneath the little gestures, doppo can sense the magnitude of hifumi's feelings, and he shakes his head as he grasps his wrist and gives it a faint squeeze. ]
There you go again. [ he chastises affectionately, unable to bring himself to be annoyed, not when hifumi needs him so. ] C'mon, I'll help this time. D'you have something for potato salad?
[What's even better than doing something for someone important to you? It would surely have to be getting to do literally anything with them. There is nothing in this world better than getting to spend time doing something with a precious person, making memories together, laughing together, enjoying each other's company. Nothing in this world is better than that.
When Doppo asks about potato salad, Hifumi can't help but to laugh a little. Always so endearing]
Of course I do!
[Hifumi cups Doppo's head with a hand, holding him close.]
I am always ready to make potato salad. You can have that and anything else you would like.
[ doppo can't help but smile despite himself, softening when he sees just how happy hifumi is, when he practically opens up and the light in his eyes chases the dark clouds away. doppo doesn't think he's worth very much, personally, but in moments like these he glad hifumi cares for him the way he does -- it means doppo gets to at least make one person happy.
he stays close now despite himself, leaning in to press his forehead to his -- daring, deliberate; more than what he's ever done in his life. his hand comes up to the back to cup the back of his neck, too, his heart racing in ways he hasn't expected. ]
I just -- want you to know I'll be here, for as long as you need me.
[ a gentle squeeze, determined but warm, before he gently lets him go and heads towards the fridge. ] I'll just get the potatoes --
[ -- whoa. those are a lot of chopped vegetables, hifumin. ]
[It must be the moon that makes Doppo's touches feel more incredible than he remembered. Or maybe it's because of not having had him for a long time. Perhaps it's a combination of both. Whatever the reason, Hifumi knew that he was doomed because he craved for more.
Potato salad though, he shifts his focus on that.
He gets a couple bowls and utensils needed for making potato salad. But before they get started, there is one thing he simply must do! He goes into one of the lower cupboards.]
Please hold!
[Hifumi gets out two aprons, handing one over to Doppo.]
[ doppo's still staring at the bountiful provisions in the fridge, stacked up neatly together and fit for an army. absently taking the apron from him and setting it aside instead of wearing it, he turns to him. ]
There are a lot of chopped vegetables here.
[ it means he was upset, unhappy, with no one to mitigate it -- plenty of times. ]
[Yes, there certainly are a lot of chopped vegetables in there - Hifumi knows this and yet he is still somehow surprised to hear it. It occurs to him now that he hadn't realized the extent of it until Doppo pointed it out.]
I have made friends!
[He chirps. Easy, to the point... because there isn't much else to add. He has made friends. And despite this, none of his friendships could compare to what he has with Doppo.]
Lots of them.
[It's as if he's trying to convince himself of this. No one knows him beyond what he shows on the surface. No one is warm and comfy like Doppo.]
[ hifumi definitely sounds like he's trying to convince himself of it, and doppo says nothing. no one knows hifumi better than doppo does, and so he simply chooses to take about three bags of the neatly chopped servings of vegetables and holds it out to him. hifumi draws people to him like the social butterfly that he is, but the man has somehow perfected the art of being warm without being close to others, as kind as he is.
so, really, doppo is the lucky asshole here, and he knows it -- even if hifumi's an immense pain in the ass sometimes. ]
Let's make some normal salad, too. Do I really have to wear the apron?
[ hmmm. doppo eyes the apron, then puts it on anyway, no matter what hifumi says -- despite his own reservations about it, a big part of him wants to really cheer hifumi up, and so, yes, he puts it on. ]
Come on, tell me what to do.
[ hifumi's the master chef, but doppo wants to help! and he wants to be near him however he can. ]
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HIFUMI.
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[The thought of preparing Doppo's bed, making him dinner, doing all the normal things he used to do for Doppo got him feeling all emotional again. His heart felt so full and warm after the cold emptiness he experienced for so long.
Hifumi pokes Doppo on the cheek. Maybe if he's annoying he won't cry again. Though this time he felt he could cry out of happiness, he didn't want to worry Doppo by shedding any tears at all, even if Doppo could see right through him like he always does.]
I will cook anything you want. Even if I have to chase it. I will always do anything for you, my precious Doppo.
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[ he exhales a quiet sigh. he can see it -- the things that hifumi holds back; he's never seen him like this before, bright-eyed and eager, his words tinged with an odd sense of relief, like he's coming back into something normal again.
but then he is, isn't he? so many months being on his own, and doppo has the oddest feeling that hifumi's trying not to cry. underneath the little gestures, doppo can sense the magnitude of hifumi's feelings, and he shakes his head as he grasps his wrist and gives it a faint squeeze. ]
There you go again. [ he chastises affectionately, unable to bring himself to be annoyed, not when hifumi needs him so. ] C'mon, I'll help this time. D'you have something for potato salad?
[ that's his favorite! ]
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When Doppo asks about potato salad, Hifumi can't help but to laugh a little. Always so endearing]
Of course I do!
[Hifumi cups Doppo's head with a hand, holding him close.]
I am always ready to make potato salad. You can have that and anything else you would like.
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he stays close now despite himself, leaning in to press his forehead to his -- daring, deliberate; more than what he's ever done in his life. his hand comes up to the back to cup the back of his neck, too, his heart racing in ways he hasn't expected. ]
I just -- want you to know I'll be here, for as long as you need me.
[ a gentle squeeze, determined but warm, before he gently lets him go and heads towards the fridge. ] I'll just get the potatoes --
[ -- whoa. those are a lot of chopped vegetables, hifumin. ]
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Potato salad though, he shifts his focus on that.
He gets a couple bowls and utensils needed for making potato salad. But before they get started, there is one thing he simply must do! He goes into one of the lower cupboards.]
Please hold!
[Hifumi gets out two aprons, handing one over to Doppo.]
Ta-da~! Now we can get started!
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[ doppo's still staring at the bountiful provisions in the fridge, stacked up neatly together and fit for an army. absently taking the apron from him and setting it aside instead of wearing it, he turns to him. ]
There are a lot of chopped vegetables here.
[ it means he was upset, unhappy, with no one to mitigate it -- plenty of times. ]
Do you... have you -- made friends here?
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I have made friends!
[He chirps. Easy, to the point... because there isn't much else to add. He has made friends. And despite this, none of his friendships could compare to what he has with Doppo.]
Lots of them.
[It's as if he's trying to convince himself of this. No one knows him beyond what he shows on the surface. No one is warm and comfy like Doppo.]
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so, really, doppo is the lucky asshole here, and he knows it -- even if hifumi's an immense pain in the ass sometimes. ]
Let's make some normal salad, too. Do I really have to wear the apron?
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You don't have to, you big silly! I was only teasing!
[Normal salad, check. He takes the bags and lays them out to gather everything needed for them.]
Maybe tomorrow though...!
[He giggles, teasing again.]
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Come on, tell me what to do.
[ hifumi's the master chef, but doppo wants to help! and he wants to be near him however he can. ]