I LOVE THIS SHIP.
“Eh? What time is it?” Houji glances at the clock.
“Don’t worry. I called out of work for you.” Tatara sashays back into their bedroom, two mugs of steaming coffee in his hands.
“You what?”
“You deserve a day off, you know.” Tatara sits at the edge of the bed. “Besides, we were up late last night.”
Houji colors. “True.”
“I made you breakfast, too!” Tatara puts his mug on the carpet and hurries out of the room. He returns with eggs and bacon, cooked to crispy perfection.
Houji is impressed. “You have good taste.”
“I like you, so I don’t know,” Tatara jokes. He, of course, does not partake in the good. He never can, Houji knows.
For a moment, he feels the tragedy of Tatara’s life as acutely as if it were his own. And he wishes it were. He wishes he were a ghoul who could stay with Tatara forever.
But for right now, he can spend a day with him. With the person who makes him breakfast in bed.
Houji holds up his mug in a toast. “To taking a day off.”
Tatara clinks his mug against Houji’s. “It’s about damn time.”