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Old timey music played throughout the kitchen, song after song passing by with the time.
The early sun pooled through the multiple windows that were throughout the house, leaving bright and beaming shadows atop the wooden floors.
Eiji would attempt to start breakfast, mixing the pancake batter in a bowl with a spoon— something simple. He’d reach for the egg carton from the fridge, before crack after crack complements the sound of a light sizzle in the pan. Should he scramble the eggs or should he leave them as they are? Worries as small as these are the only burdens that litter his mind in today’s age.
A pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind as another song emerges from the radio. An orchestral serenity starts, music notes practically dancing around the two of them.
“Morning,” the blond will say. “I smelled breakfast.”
“Well Ash,” Eiji inhaled, reaching for the spatula as he began to scramble the eggs, “your nose did not deceive you.”
Ash only observed Eiji’s maneuvering in silence, watching the way his calloused hands would be quick with multitasking.
“You’re as pretty as a picture...”
Ash jumped lightly at the first line of the song, as if an opportunity had occurred for him.
“Has anyone ever told you before?”
He’d brace his lips as he began to sing along in a low, raspy tone. He’d rock his lover side to side, though lightly— careful not to disturb him.
Eiji would laugh as he turned his head to face him with haste, mouthing the next line of lyrics.
“You’re the image of an angel from above.”
He’d smile when he catches the way red dusted Ash’s cheeks.
“And you were just meant for me to adore.”
They’d both be wondering in their heads, how did they ever get so lucky? But in time, they’d realize they deserve this— this luck.
Eiji would release himself from Ash’s loving grasp for just a moment, grabbing plates as he silently instructed Ash to grab two tall glass cups. And when they turned to face each other, one with plates and another with cups, they’d both think...
“You’re the model of perfection...
...the others are only copies of you.”
Bare feet made their way across the tiled floors as they began to tread to the wooden table, a light clink chiming in earshot as they would place utensils and such atop.
Ash surely had woken up now, making pace by grabbing the orange juice from the refrigerator. And upon pouring the juice into his own cup, he’d pour just a bit more into Eiji’s, for he deserved it. He’d tie his long hair into a half-ponytail with a pink rubber band from a drawer, careful not to get it in his mouth as he ate.
“Your eyes, your hair, you’re a perfect color scheme.”
They always absentmindedly admired each other, whether it was from afar, or really up close, where every scar, every freckle, could be spotted.
“You’re much too fair.”
Utensils in hand, they began to dig at their scrambled eggs and the fluffiest of pancakes, butter atop and syrup streaming downward up until it filled the plate.
“You must have stepped out of a dream.”
Eiji’s hair was disheveled from sleep, and his glasses were on the verge of falling off the bridge of his nose. But even then, he was such a sight for sore eyes, or more specifically green ones.
“What should we do today, Ash?” Eiji will say, finishing the last on his plate, every crumb gone.
Ash fidgeted with a few strands of his blond hair, lightly humming to himself as he took a glance outside. Perhaps they could take a walk, or go to the store— he doesn’t care, as long as he was with the one he loved most.
“You’re as pretty as a picture.”
Eiji awaited a response, but as the question resided airborne between them, he’d glance at Ash’s furrowed brow and pursed lips— a look of concentration that was just so charming.
“A beautiful exhibition of art.”
Even after answering, that charm of Ash’s had lingered within those eyes of his.
“When I say you fairly take my breath away...”
Eiji will forever have found himself captivated by eyes such as those. Such a sweltering green that always reflected his deep brown.
“...just picture what you have done to my heart.”
The last line of the song was finished off by the sweet farewell of the instrumental, before the radio quickly transitioned to the next song ready to be streamed. But their hearts shall remain full of love, even as they washed the dishes together, equally annoyed by the task.
But they had a day ahead, with eyes prepared for beautiful, sun-kissed scenery.