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Mutsaura platonic headcanons? Please? Have a nice day!!! đź’śđź’śâťŁđź’—đź’–đź’žđź’ťđź’•đź’“đź’“đź’“

– Aura doesn’t know the fullllll backstory to Mutsuki, but he can guess most of it. And so he doesn’t ask, because he knows Mucchy will tell him when he’s ready.

– But if Mutsuki seems particularly stressed or triggered, he calls him “Tooru” and makes him dinner and does whatever he can to calm him down.

– The story of how their friendship began:

1. Aura admits he feels like a fuck-up and insecure to Mutsuki, who grows incensed. Because Mutsuki guesses correctly: that Aura is only telling him this because he knows Mutsuki is arguably MORE fucked-up.

2. They glare at each other, and then Aura agrees he was out of line. And wrong. And tells Mutsuki all his good attributes.

3. Mutsuki tells Aura he wishes he had his life, and they exchange wishes for each other and themselves and realize they have many feelings in common. 

4. After that, Aura becomes very protective of Mutsuki and Mutsuki of Aura. 

Aura and Urie regularly lowkey fight over Mutsuki when he’s not around but one time Mutsuki catches them in the middle of an argument and neither Aura or Urie know what to do so Urie just blurts out “marry me” to Mutsuki

“Mutsuki, here’s some coffee.” Aura bustles over to greet Mutsuki the moment he steps out his door, rubbing his eyes in the morning light.

Urie scowls. “Mutsuki! I hired Touka to make pancakes.” Having Sasaki and Touka in the Chateau has certainly improved their food quality. 

Mutsuki’s eyes brighten. “Yes, please.”

As Mutsuki hurries to the kitchen Aura narrows his eyes at Urie and draws a finger across his throat. Urie sticks his tongue out.

That’s it, Aura realizes with a snap. He’s going to bake Mutsuki the best cake ever. 

Three-layered. Like a wedding cake.

Aura sits back to allow Urie to fawn over Mutsuki during breakfast. He’ll make up for everything with his cake idea.

That afternoon, Aura steals Higemaru’s strawberry-stuffed cake recipe and slips into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Saiko looks up, her hand most definitely in the cookie jar. Her other hand is on Hsaio’s chest.

Aura gulps. “Baking Tooru a cake.”

Hsaio and Saiko exchange grins. 

“We’ll leave you to it then,” Saiko says slyly.

Urie bounds in five minutes later. “I smell baking!”

“I’m baking Tooru a cake,” Aura grumbles, hugging the mixing bowl to his chest. 

“Let me decorate it.” 

“No!” Aura grabs the bowl of emerald frosting he made, balancing it precariously with the mixing bowl. “Mine.”

“Tooru’s!” Urie begs. “Not yours. Let me help, please.” He will not be owned by this overgrown runt.

“Nope.” Aura screams as Urie lunges for him. The bowls fly in the air. 

“What’s all this?” Mutsuki strolls into the kitchen to see Urie covered in frosting and Aura dripping vanilla cake mix.

Well, that’s it. He’ll take a page out of Takeomi’s book. Urie drops to his knees. “Marry me!”Â