Akio looked around the room. It was nice and neat, and nothing about it felt like it hadn't been cleaned in months. He smiled softly, looking around at everything. He looked back over at Misaki who was looking around and smiling, clearly pleased with his room.
"Your room looks great, Misaki," Akio commented.
"Thanks," Misaki smiled, "I love this room. My dad made it for me when I moved into the house. I spent many nights sleeping in this room because I couldn't sleep in the guestroom and it was kind of cold, but I think being able to relax in here and sleep comfortably is better."
"Yes, I agree with you entirely."
They both giggled quietly for a moment before falling silent.
"Do you want to start working on homework now? Or do you want to continue talking?"
"I want to do our homework," Akio responded quickly, hoping to avoid any further conversation.
"Me too."
Chapter 4
"Where did you learn to cook, Misaki?" Akio asked, leaning over the kitchen island towards the brunette.
"Um..." Misaki trailed off for a moment, "My mother, probably. She always loved cooking. I remember watching her cook all the time when she was alive. Sometimes she'd ask me what I wanted to try and teach me."Oh... I wish I could have grown up with that kind of life."
"Yeah..." Misaki nodded slowly, his eyes focused on the plate of eggs in his hands, "Me too."
Akihiko took a seat on the barstool across from the brunette, resting his forearms on the countertop. He rested his chin on his hands and gave Misaki an analyzing look. His eyebrows raised slightly at him, trying to figure something out. He glanced down and saw Misaki staring intensely at the plate of eggs in front of him. He smiled lightly and reached out his arms, grabbing the plate of eggs from Misaki's hands and placing it on the counter.
"Thanks," Misaki smiled lightly. He grabbed the bottle of milk sitting nearby and poured a little into two glasses. He held up one glass towards Akio, waiting for him to take it. When Akio finally accepted the glass, Misaki smiled widely, holding up his own and taking a sip of his milk. He hummed happily as he finished off his milk, setting the empty cup next to the sink. Then, he started preparing another plate, placing two eggs, two pieces of bread (he didn't bother to cut the bread into thirds), and some cheese on the plate, along with the toast and milk he poured himself.He set the plate on the counter next to the first one before pouring himself more milk and drinking from his glass, humming happily.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Akio questioned, concern etched onto his face.
"Yeah," Misaki nodded, "I'm fine. Thank you for asking though."
Akio nodded and picked up the fork that was resting near his plate and began eating the eggs. He watched Misaki carefully, curious as to how much milk he took from his glass, how much cheese he put on his toast, whether he sliced the bread, etcetera.
The raven haired male watched as Misaki sat down next to him, eating his eggs and cheese and bread. Once he'd finished his meal, he placed his fork and knife on the plate, reaching out his hand toward Akio, "Would you mind helping me clean up?"
Akio stared at his empty plate for a brief moment before nodding, reaching out and grabbing his dish towel and placing it under Misaki's hands, "Sure thing."
Misaki then leaned in close to him, putting his elbows on the counter, his face mere inches away from his. Akio swallowed heavily at the close proximity and the feeling of Misaki's hot breath against his lips. Misaki wrapped his fingers around the dish towel that Akio held in his left hand while his right hand gently caressed the side of Akio's face.
Akio stared at Misaki's intense gaze with a nervous look in his eye as the brunette leaned closer to him. His heart rate began to accelerate and his breathing became shallow. He was completely captivated by Misaki's beautiful chocolate orbs. He gazed at Misaki as he stared back. Their faces were just a few inches apart as their gazes met. Akio closed his eyes briefly before opening them again and gazing at the brunette again. He couldn't seem to stop staring into those mesmerizing eyes. He felt as though Misaki was reading his mind, or maybe he was simply just hypnotized by the boy in front of him. Akio was certain it wasn't possible for him not to stare at the boy. He continued staring into the brunette's eyes, transfixed. He knew that he needed to do something, but he also didn't want to. He was afraid that he would be seen as rude or awkward if he stopped staring at the boy in front of him. He was afraid of rejection. He didn't want to lose his chance. He didn't know why. He didn't understand why he couldn't move his gaze away, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to break the eye contact between them.