Fic : Most Bitter Sweet
Form : [K-Project]
Pairing : sarumi
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Fushimi Saruhiko's birthday fic. Yeh because she's crazy about her powers. Finished 3 days before his actual birthday, but please upload on your father's birthday!!!!
We really liked the opening moments in this story, actually.
LoL
- Thank you to Kabka for the proof and the sample fic name. I took it and tricked it until it worked. Hehe <3
- Thank you for the idea of chocolate like a dog. It's something we've talked about for a long time. As for real chocolate, it's bitter compared to love. True love is a little bitter. But stay for a long time And it will be sweet.
Phrases to start ideas “Or have you only ever eaten chocolate to trick children? So I don't know how bitter chocolate tastes. How delicious it really is."
It occurred to me that it would suit Sarumi well.
XD
Bitter and sweet, life has its flavours, fighting and fighting almost to the death. Until you can really taste the sweetness of the chocolate.
Happy birthday, Saru. We love you. From the hearts of my girlfriends who almost wanted to marry you, but you didn't. Happy number 2!!!
Awashima Seri looked at the document in front of her. The only tough girl on Team Sept. 4 scanned the documents carefully and carefully. It is not a white paper about unregistered strains or any supernatural terrorist acts. as it used to be She swept her eyes and read again. He put it down and looked at the young man in front of him.
Fushimi Saruhiko, the head of the special unit under the orders of Commander Munakata Reishi of Scepter Four, stood still. Gaze calmly into the eyes of a person with a higher position.
“The documents are in order. It's as good as you, Fushimi." The beautiful Deputy Commander said in a calm voice. Put it in a file folder. “Everything is fine. Fushimi has also been certified by the commander himself. She has received the permission requested in this document. But don't forget the conditions, I understand."
The owner of the blue-black hair answered with a muffled feeling in his throat. while making a sound of dissatisfaction in his throat At the same time the clock struck to mark the end of work for today. Fortunately, there are currently no supernatural phenomena to be investigated. Fushimi then chose to excuse himself before walking away.
Seri let out a soft sigh. Looking at the back of the younger man who silently walked away. There was no stopping to greet the people around us at all, which was normal. Therefore, she was not too surprised by the behavior of not making friends with other personnel in the organization.
“Sorry, Deputy Commander, this document was blown up,” Hidaka Akira said, handing the document back to him. Seri just accepted and thanked her with a neutral face. "Just now, what kind of documents did Fushimi-san submit? Whether it's sick leave or vacation, he probably isn't that kind of person." The young man broke out of his old habits.
Who likes to let out his mouth and say what's on his mind every time. Before he slammed his mouth hard, he glanced at the deputy commander who was putting the aforementioned documents back in place.
“Just like you said, Hidaka,” the woman glanced at her subordinate. Then he finished speaking as soon as he saw Hidaka's eyes filled with doubt. And noticed that the atmosphere around her unit was filled with people trying to listen intently to the details.
“Fushimi just applied for permission to stay outside of the Sept. 4 dormitory. As for the condition, it is every time an incident occurs. Must return to carry out the mission quickly. Just like when we were still staying at the dormitory.” Serik looked at the entire office.
“The commander himself has confirmed this. He also accepted the conditions. The dormitory was originally intended to allow the Sept. 4 to carry out their missions quickly. and convenient for the officers only If you're confident, there's no problem. Moreover, the owner himself is already of legal age. Renting a dormitory alone without parental consent or at work is no problem.”
“Does anyone else have any questions? By the way, I made too many red bean paste. I hope you all take it back to your rooms. Fushimi hurried over just now. It's really a pity.”
The deputy commander's single word caused the whole room to fall silent. Even more stunned than when someone applied to leave the dormitory.
There are very few cases where a Sept. 4 employee will leave the dormitory...
Sure, free dormitory close to work. Comfortable after performing a mission The maintenance of the dormitory inside is considered to be up to standard. Anyone who doesn't want to stay is crazy. In cases where it is absolutely necessary to leave the dormitory So there are a few things.
One has expired in working for the Sept. 4 agency. If we speak easily I quit working in this agency.
Second, there is already a house close to the workplace. Therefore, there is no need to move into a complicated dormitory.
And third, move away to have a family. Because here the employees are separated into male and female dormitories. And then there are still limitations on space. Moreover, the dormitory itself allows only staff members to stay. Those who are married Build your body Therefore it is necessary to apply to leave the dormitory.
Fushimi moved away for unknown reasons. But after submitting the documents The next day the young man packed up his own belongings and prepared to move. Entering the second day The moving service truck came to take care of everything. Only Fushimi Saruhiko's former room remains empty...
Everything was completed quickly, only on November 6th.
"What... What? You came here first?" a voice said after looking at the condition of the luxury condo room being moved by the movers and putting some of the furniture in place, Fushimi Saruhi. Go turned around and looked at the source of the voice. Behind him, there were friends helping her carry things. Unlike him who already hired a moving company.
Yata Misaki shouted to his friends from the bar. Homura placed his things in an empty space. Kusanagi Izumo stopped by to greet the young man wearing glasses. Asking about your welfare is a kind of ceremony that the interlocutor is rarely willing to do. before turning to talk about general miscellaneous matters with Yata instead
Kushina and Anna followed her as they walked around curiously, and she seemed especially pleased. When some of the furniture turned red, Fushimi Saruhiko watched the movers take care of everything alone. until the move is completed At the same time, the Kusanagi group decided to take Anna and the others. Let's go back to Bar Homura.
"I'll come visit later. Oh, Fushimi-kun, you might as well stop by the bar. Anna and everyone will be happy." The bartender and bar owner smiled in a friendly way. You could see Fushimi's face pretending to be upset as Yata waved his hand.
Even though Kusanagi doesn't have a clear view of people like Totsuka Tatara, his close friend who lost. But now I can understand it. Fushimi doesn't mind or distance himself like he did three or four years ago.
In the end The entire room was left with only Fushimi Saruhiko and Yata Misaki standing among the cluttered boxes all over the floor. The beautiful images from when they went to see the project before deciding to make a permanent purchase disappeared before the eyes. How does the ad look good? After all, the whole room must be organized like before.
“Fuck each other like usual,” the tall man said in a calm voice. While starting to unpack the neatly packed utensils Arrange some parts into place. Yata chuckled. And he himself began to unpack the things he had packed as well.
"Saru, you're still as inhuman as ever. Let's face it, it's a lot better than before." The smaller man smiled widely as always. A young man of twenty-two years old Arrange your belongings in a spot you are comfortable with. The sound of something moving was heard as well as the sound of arguing over where to place this spot.
But in the end... It always ends with laughter.
The day was spent in an empty room with only a few pieces of furniture. Now it's full of stuff. And it seems the work doesn't stop at just organizing things. The sound of the vacuum cleaner turning on Followed by a new sound of mopping the floor instead. Change from organizing things to cleaning. It took some more time before everything was in order.
Finally, the entire room was clean. commensurate with their efforts
“Ha... Damn it, until I'm finished... What time is it?” Yata panted, taking off the turban he used to cover his head while cleaning. His small hand wiped away the sweat that was flowing down his neck. I really accept that moving is a serious thing. It consumes the most energy. Even the winter months made him sweat like this.
“It's 8 p.m. and I haven't really bought any fresh food to put in the refrigerator. There's only pork left. of someone attached to it The behavior is still not broken. But maybe tomorrow.” The bespectacled young man closed the refrigerator door. Looking at the pile of instant noodles that were attached to the moving house box. Not sure if it's his or the other party's.
Fushimi decided to pour water into the pot. Turn on the gas stove immediately without waiting to ask the other party. From the condition of both of them Just look into your eyes and you'll know. They definitely wouldn't walk around to get something to eat at this time.
“Put on a lot. I'm so hungry I could eat a whole elephant,” said the owner of dark orange hair that was damp with sweat from his feet and chin to the dining table. Looking at the people making dinner through the counter that is used as a kitchen. Within a few minutes he could smell the aroma of dinner wafting over.
“Hey Saru, is this cup okay?” Fushimi turned towards the voice and nodded to the questioner, who had removed himself from his chair. He walked holding two bowls to the table. I moved to avoid the cook wearing heat-resistant gloves and picked up a pot of cooked noodles.
“Next time, I won't let you make anything else to eat,” Yata muttered, looking at the noodles in the bowl that had no green color or vegetables, only leftover pork that had been put into the pot.
“Say that, and do you want another cup?”
“Ah... come on, I used three days' worth of energy.” It was the few times he saw Fushimi smile and let out a soft laugh. Of course it's not often. Because of that, Yata let out a small smile before quickly closing it as if embarrassed. Receive a cup full of noodles. Drag and take into another conversation
"Next time, Misaki, do it yourself." The tall young man calmly blew out the noodles. Glancing at the other person through the lenses of his glasses. “How about starting tomorrow? Haven't you started working at a restaurant yet? Oh, you're just a part-time dishwasher, aren't you?” It was like a half-hearted challenge. Yata placed his chopsticks on the rim of the cup with a loud noise.
Ready to accept the challenge to be worthy of the former nickname Yatagarasu
“This time, I'm not part-time washing dishes. Promoted to assistant chef Plus I'm hired regularly!! So prepare yourself. Your food is nothing compared to mine.”
"Huh... I'll just wait. If it doesn't taste good, I'll tell the restaurant I can fire you, right?"
“This monkey!!!”
The meal was simple. The sound of arguing The outcry still exists. It's no different than during the daytime. Yata collects the dishes, turns on the sink faucet in the kitchen. Let the other person take a shower in advance.
“Oh, it's already 10 p.m.,” the little man glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the room. before glancing at the calendar hanging not too far away
"What? It'll be another year in just a moment." The former Yatagarasu smiled faintly. Wiping his wet hands, he answered the person in the bathroom who asked him to bring some shampoo.
The sound of the bed sheet flapping was loud. Fushimi Saruhiko pulled the sheet on. On the other side of the sheet was Yata Misaki, who was trying to cover the bed sheet next to the soft mattress.
“Oh, you go get a blanket. I can continue laying here.” A blink of an eye after that sentence. The tall person who had been ordered to disappeared, carrying the soft duvet and placing it on the bed floor. He lay down and supported himself on his arms. While looking at the other person who was trying to put on a pillowcase
“This weekend. Do you want to buy more bed sheets or pillowcases? You can buy more pillows.” The owner of the deep blue eyes spoke up, breaking the silence. "The pattern doesn't match at all. Whatever. Let's make it tasteful." Yata let out a loud laugh. Throw two pillows at the head of the bed.
Let yourself sit in a comfortable position. In long-sleeved pajamas, perfect for winter.
It's true what Fushimi said. The bedsheets and duvets are not similar in color and pattern. That still doesn't compare to the funniest joke of the day. It's the pillow they use to sleep on. The designs on the pillowcases go in different directions. It's so messy that you can't find anything called taste. It looked like the most bizarre bed.
How will the entire room be allocated in order? Things that each other bought when they were alone. When placed next to each other No matter how I look at it, it doesn't make sense. Not just the bed or bedroom, but all parts of the room. 3
LDK
“I just found out that people like you care about things like this.” The little man heard a muffled sound in his throat, as if he was dissatisfied with his protest. With that, he threw himself onto the bed. Turn over and lie on your side. Turning his head to look at the other person, “Okay, like this, I think the pattern is really too strange, I can't help it.
Well, some pillowcases that you bought yourself. I bought some myself, haha.”
Fushimi raised her hand gently to the cheek of the person nicknamed Crow. Run your fingers through the dull orange hair that's starting to grow a little. It's like he's teasing, "Plates, bowls, something else. Do you want to buy anything else?"
“You don't have to rush to buy it, you. What are you in such a hurry about?” The thin man's brows furrowed into a knot. The face slightly colored up. When the other person moved their face closer until the tips of their noses were only a few centimeters apart.
“Sorry, I forgot.”
“It's strange too. Saru usually comes to stay in my room. Knowing that I didn't have to carry things back and forth between dorms was strange."
“Isn't this good…” He felt dark blue eyes staring at him. It's getting closer and closer. Of course, Yata didn't show any disgust. “The bed is bigger than before. When we were in Misaki's room, the bed was small, cramped, and hard. How could we sleep in it?"
“Ah, this is all piled up!! So you always complain that the blue dormitories are cramped. Plus a shared bathroom. If my room is that bad Why are you stopping by, Saru?” Fushimi moved his hand to gently touch the other's lips with his fingertips. The little man instantly became quiet. The sound of their grumbling changed to only the sounds of their breathing and the sound of their hearts.
“Now, isn't it just my room, is it your room?” Dark blue eyes saw the other person's funny face and color reflecting in his eyes. Then Fushimi's lips curved into a faint smile again.
“Isn't it already? It's not anyone's room.” The owner of the amber eyes reached up and touched the other's cheek. Fushimi is usually cold. But this time was different. He felt strangely warm.
"By the way... Happy birthday, Saruhiko." The hands of both clocks stopped at midnight. November 6th has passed. This is a new day, November 7th. The voice said softly with a faint smile on it. face
I understand today. Why is the other party called Misaki?
“Eh, this means I'm the first person to say it. Sounds cool.”
“Let's have dinner to celebrate. I will cook the food with the best of my skills.”
“Regarding the gift, I'd like to post it first. I'll buy it for you when I get my salary. What does a workaholic twenty-two year old like you want? Hmm…”
"Hey, Saru, what's wrong? You look so quiet, you monkey. Are you listening..." Both strong arms pulled the other into an embrace. Fushimi lowered her head into the other's shoulder. The sound of Yata's heart beating loudly and rhythmically was heard. I saw red ears. Along with an outcry he was suddenly pulled into a hug.
“It's okay, that's enough…” The little man calmed down in the tall man's embrace after the sound stopped. The small hand slowly hugged the other in response as Fushimi pulled the thick duvet over them both.
"Thank you for making this room a home, Misaki," a voice whispered in his ear. Before placing a soft kiss on the ear, then moving to kiss the other person's rounded forehead. Every action is gentle. The black rectangular frame of the glasses was pulled away from the face. Put it down next to the bed.
“What do I have to say? Oh, yes, Fushimi Saruhiko, please take care of me.” He heard the other party laugh. It's like a joke. It's like I just woke up. Fushimi returned to a neutral, sullen expression. Followed by a muffled murmur.
"What is that? That's so funny. The ceremony is crazy." Yata continued to laugh. The whole body trembled. He tried to hold back his laughter for just a fraction of a second. Destroying the atmosphere just a moment ago in the blink of an eye.
“Forget it. Go to sleep. I have work early tomorrow.” The owner of the dark blue and black hair sounded dissatisfied. But unlike the other party, he still smiled.
“Can't help it... Then, Yata Misaki, please take care of me.” The surroundings turned blurry without the lenses of his glasses. Plus, the other party kept hugging and hiding, unable to see his face clearly. But he was sure that Yata Misaki was smiling just like him right now.
It's not my room, it's your room.
But it's our room.
Our home...