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“Bro, your phone just went off again, you sure you don’t want to check it? What if it's your dad?”
“If it was the old man, he'd've called after the first text. It’s probably just the group chat,” Senku muttered into his microscope, adjusting the dials as he slid a new sample into place. He hummed in interest, blindly pawing for a pen to take note of his observations.
Chrome checked his own phone, “Nah, otherwise I’d have gotten the same,”
Senku opened his mouth to reply only for the phone to vibrate again. He huffed, “Can you check it for me, I can’t leave this,”
Chrome rolled his eyes, grabbing the phone off the counter and swiping onto the notifications. “It’s somebody named “Annoying Bastard”… with a heart emoji.”
Senku grunted, twisting the dial with careful precision. “What’s it say?”
“Why is there not a single vegetable in this apartment?
I’m going to dump all your energy drinks down the toilet
I’m making stir fry and you’d better be home to eat it or I’ll tell… Bya-chan about how much you secretly like Ke$ha.”
Chrome blinked. “You like Ke$ha?” His brow knit up, “Wait, who the hell is Bya-chan? …your dad? This isn’t your dad, is it?”
Senku let out a long suffering sigh and removed the slide from the microscope, “No, it’s not the old man,” he pulled his gloves off and held out a hand for his phone, not blinking an eye at the wall of emojis that peppered each text message, typing out a reply. “It’s my idiot boyfriend whose flight wasn’t supposed to get in for another six hours.”
“Boyfriend? Since when!”
“Since March,”
“Bro, it’s October! Why didn’t you tell me you’d started dating someone?!”
Senku shrugged, setting his phone aside, “It never came up.”
“The fuck you mean ‘it never came up’? We shit on you for being single all the time!”
Senku gave him a withering look before turning his focus back to his notes, “And I ignore you because when I argue you all get worse and start talking about me dying alone with a robot wife or something.”
Chrome opened his mouth to argue.
“Or you trick me into blind dates even when I tell you not to.”
Chrome winced, “That was Kohaku’s idea! Besides, Luna eventually realized you weren’t playing hard to get and backed off!”
Senku didn’t respond other than to raise a skeptical eyebrow, not even pausing in his writing.
After a long moment Chrome’s curiosity won over and he sidled up to Senku, leaning in close. “So… where’d you meet him?”
Glancing up suspiciously, Senku eyed him for a beat before turning back to his notebook, “At one of Lillian’s parties. He was as bored as I was and we hit it off.”
Chrome couldn’t really picture Senku hitting it off with someone, especially not someone he met at one of Lillian Weinberg’s parties considering how much he complained about the stuffy atmosphere and shallow fakeness of most of the attendees.
“How come you’ve never brought him around?”
“He travels a lot for work,” Senku shrugged, peering back through the eyepiece of the microscope. “Just got back from a few weeks in Canada and before that he was performing on a cruise for a while.”
“Performing? Is he a singer like Lillian?”
Senku shook his head and grunted, reaching for another slide, obviously finished with the conversation, “Go grab me more formalin, will you?”
Chrome huffed, knowing there was no way he was going to get any more details out of Senku at that point, taking out his phone to shoot a text to their separate group chat as he went to fetch more supplies.
Definitely Not a Coup
Chrome: Did anyone know Senku had a boyfriend?
Kohaku: WHAT
Kohaku: Impossible
Ruri: Don't be rude
Ryusui: Is he hot?
Chrome: No idea. He's not giving a ton of info you know how he is.
Kohaku: You continue to be useless.
Chrome: Well fuck you too
Yuzuriha: I'll see what I can get out of him when I stop by this weekend
Ryusui: Detective Ogawa is on the case 🔍
—
Yuzuriha had taken it upon herself to pop into Senku’s apartment every so often to check in on him, a running joke about making sure he was eating, sleeping, and showering. It was only sort of a joke, though, as she knew quite well how easy it was for Senku to let silly things like proper hygiene and feeding himself fall to the wayside.
She had been impressed when she arrived to find any and all dirty clothes in the hamper where they belonged, no dirty dishes piled in the sink nor a trash can overflowing with take out boxes and empty cans, and what appeared to be actual fruits in a basket on the counter.
Opening the fridge to make sure Senku hadn’t started any impromptu science experiments, everything suddenly made sense.
“Oh, I didn’t know your dad was back in town,” Yuzuriha called, pulling the sleek, black lacquered bento box from the fridge.
Senku grunted from down the hall where he was tossing clothes into the washer - practically dumping the basket in with no concern towards sorting anything. “He’s not, he won’t be back for another two months.”
She paused, lid halfway off, dread filling at her what she might find inside only to be pleasantly surprised by what appeared to be a freshly made bento inside.
A ridiculously adorable freshly made bento, with octopus shaped hotdogs, carrots cut into stars, and rabbit shaped rice balls with little nori facial features.
Senku approached and set down the now empty hamper, setting a timer on his phone to switch it over and reaching past Yuzuriha to grab a drink from the fridge.
“Did you… make this yourself?”
Looking at the bento, Senku scoffed, shaking his head, and Yuzuriha could see the way the tips of his ears started to turn red. “You know I didn’t.”
She waited for a long moment, watching as he pointedly took a long sip of seltzer water - another new habit of his. “So not you or your dad… was it the mysterious boyfriend Chrome mentioned the other day?”
The flush creeped over his cheeks and he ducked his head, mumbling something.
“Huh?”
“Yeah, it was him,” Senku said, not looking at her as he fidgeted in his seat. “Got mad when I told him I’d been eating conbini food all the time… made me dinner last night and put that together for tomorrow before he left for the airport.”
Yuzuriha blinked, processing the info for a few moments before breaking into a grin that was far too wide for Senku’s comfort.
“That is so sweet! You didn’t tell me your boyfriend was so cute!”
“I didn’t tell you anything,” he muttered, retreating out of the kitchen awkwardly and grabbing a pile of mail. Yuzuriha quickly repackaged the bento and put it back in the fridge.
“What’s his name? What’s he like? Is he into science, too? I bet he’s super smart!”
Senku rolled his eyes, “His name is Gen and of course he’s smart, and, no he’s not into science… well, not my kind of science. He’s… loud. And dramatic. The kind of guy that forces you to take breaks even when you’re busy and leaves his socks everywhere.”
“He sounds perfect for you,”
The corner of Senku’s mouth twitched, the way Yuzuriha knew meant he was self-conscious but proud. “He’s fine,” he shrugged, tossing a piece of junk mail into the trash.
“I can’t wait to meet him!”
“Could’ve yesterday if you and Taiju didn’t already have plans,” Senku replied absently and Yuzuriha frowned.
“...Taiju and I went out for brunch with my parents, we were home the rest of the day,”
Senku blinked, “Oh… big oaf made it sound like you guys were busy all day. My bad… maybe next time.”
“No maybe, definitely!” She nodded emphatically. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”
“Probably not for a while, he didn’t say exactly,”
He was still not looking at her and Yuzuriha’s eyes narrowed. Crossing her arms, she leaned against the counter and angled herself to try and catch his eye.
“Senku,” she started, tone a mixture of amusement and suspicion, “Why do you look like you’re lying to me right now? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“I’m not lying,” Senku shot back immediately, which in Yuzuriha’s experience meant that he was absolutely lying.
“Mmhmm…” she drew the sound out and clicked her tongue. “Then why won’t you look at me? You only avoid eye contact when you’re uncomfortable or trying to hide something.”
Senku raised his head to stare her right in the eyes, brow twitching.
“There, eye contact.”
Lips trembling to hold back a smile, Yuzuriha regarded him with a slow blink. “Uh huh. Do you not want us to meet him?”
Senku managed another few seconds of eye contact before looking away, awkwardly messing with some of the random items on the counter for something to do with his hands. “Sure I do, it’s just usually short notice when he can visit and not for more than a few days at a time so it hasn’t worked out.”
“You just want to keep him all to yourself, you meanie,” she teased, pausing when he glanced back up with a frown.
“Is that a bad thing?”
Yuzuriha blinked. Something in the way Senku had said it - not defensive or embarrassed, but genuinely asking had her backing down.
“Not bad at all,” she replied carefully, “you must really like him.”
“Of course I do,” Senku said gruffly, clearing his throat and putting on an air of indifference despite the spots of pink rising to his cheeks. “Wouldn’t be dating him if I didn’t, sort of the whole point of it.”
“Well, I can’t wait to meet him when you’re done keeping him all to yourself,”
Definitely Not a Coup
Yuzuriha: Boyfriend seems legit. Senku's apartment was actually clean for once and look at this ridiculously adorable bento he made for him!
Yuzuriha: *photo*
Ruri: omg so cute ❤️❤️❤️
Chrome: Did you get to meet him?!
Ryusui: Is he hot?
Ukyo: Stop asking that
Yuzuriha: No, he'd already left for the airport by the time I got there. Apparently could've met him yesterday but SOMEBODY told him we were too busy to hang out 😠
Kohaku: Cock blocked by Taiju
Taiju: Brunch was fun!
Yuzuriha: Anyways. His name is Gen and Senku is adorable when he talks about him 🥰🥰
Yuzuriha: I can't wait to get to meet him eventually!
–
“Oh, Senku, I love that sweater!” Ruri beamed from the kitchen as Chrome led him into the living room. “It suits you!”
“I didn’t know you owned anything other than t-shirts or hoodies,” Kohaku grinned, giving the black cable knit an appraising look. Even from across the room she could tell it was expensive.
Senku snorted, dropping into one of the empty chairs, “Says the Lioness still wearing tank tops she wore in high schoo-NGK.” He gave a pained grunt as she punched him in the arm, scowling at her retreating fist.
Ryusui leaned over, rubbing the sleeve between his fingers with a low whistle, “Loro Piana? Good choice,”
Ukyo choked on his drink, “Where the hell did you get a Loro Piana sweater?!”
Senku accepted a beer from Chrome only for Ukyo to snatch it out of his hand. “Hey!”
“Nope, no way I’m even risking you spilling beer on a three thousand dollar sweater, are you insane?”
It was Chrome’s turn to choke, “It was how much?”
Senku went for his beer with a scowl, “It was a gift and I’m not gonna spill on it, you asshole.” Ukyo held his arm away and Senku huffed, dropping back into the chair. “Ryusui gives you expensive shit like this all the time!”
“I’m not a walking bad luck factory,” Ukyo countered.
“Well, that’s why Gen gave me a black sweater,” Senku replied petulantly, arms crossing over his chest and scowling.
Ryusui raised a skeptical brow, “Gen, your mysterious boyfriend no one’s ever met?” he took the beer out of Ukyo’s hand and passed over, pausing with a sniff. “Is that… Versace?”
Senku popped the tab of the beer before Ukyo could snatch it away and took a long sip looking back at Ryusui in confusion. “...didn’t you say it was Luis Piano or something?”
“Not the sweater, your cologne,” Ryusui took another sniff before blinking. “You don’t wear cologne.”
“Sure, I do.”
“Axe is not cologne, it’s frat boy spray,” Kohaku countered, clambering over and giving him a sniff.
Senku looked uncomfortable, trying to lean away but stopped by Kohaku’s firm grip on his face, “Can you all stop smelling me?”
“Definitely not Axe,” she confirmed, nose wrinkling. “Smells good, though?”
Ukyo watched as Senku finally wriggled free, giving himself a sniff. “Another gift from… Gen, was it?”
Senku grunted, taking another pointed sip of his beer. “Nah, no way he’d give me stuff like that, says I’m not delicate enough with scents or whatever.”
“Well, yeah, anyone who’s seen you douse yourself in enough Axe to mace a bear could tell you that,” Chrome laughed.
Rolling his eyes, Senku pulled at his collar and gave it a more pointed sniff, “Probably transferred over when I dropped him off at the airport,”
Ukyo batted at his hand, “Stop stretching it out,”
Kohaku leveled him with a skeptical look. “So this guy buys you designer clothes, cooks for you, puts up with you,”
“Hey!”
“…and just so happened to be around for you to drop him off at the airport right before we were all meeting up, leaving you smelling like a perfume ad?” She paused for emphasis. “Sounds fake as hell.”
“He’s not fake, you’re just pissed that you can’t set me up with any randos anymore.”
“Then prove it, show me a picture,” Kohaku held her hand out for his phone and Senku scowled.
“I don’t have to prove anything to you,”
Ryusui smirked, “Maybe he’s a stripper and that’s why he won’t show us any pictures,”
“Oh, don’t be rude,” Ruri chided, setting down a tray with snacks and taking a seat next to Chrome.
“What? Travels a lot, buys expensive gifts, smells like Versace - sounds like an entertaining sort of person,”
Senku rolled his eyes, “He’s not a stripper,”
“Ah, escort, then,” Ryusui nodded, laughing when Ukyo smacked him on the shoulder.
Sighing, Senku rolled his head back and closed his eyes, “So at work the other day, we were working to design a special synthetic procedure to limit evaporation and potential degradation to the manganese diboride-“
“Now look what you did,” Kohaku groaned, flopping back onto the couch next to Ruri as Senku continued to drone on about his latest experiment, pointedly ignoring the sounds of distress around him.”You triggered his firewall.”
Ryusui shrugged, grabbing one of the brownie bites off the tray, “He’ll tire himself out eventually, did we still want to order pizza?”
Definitely Not a Coup
Kohaku: If this guy is real he's way too good for dipshit mcgee
Kohaku: Maybe he's a Sugar Daddy 😱
Chrome: Would explain why he won't show us a picture. It's some old dude with a five-head and old saggy balls
Yuzuriha: Don't be crass
Kohaku: Senku got himself a sugar daddy and is getting all his holes resized for expensive sweaters and cute lunch boxes 😢😢
Ruri: KOHAKU
Ryusui: Nah, Senku isn't the type.
Ryusui: And let's be real, he's way too mouthy for some rich old dude to put up with 😂
Yuzuriha: First, rude. Second, you're not wrong.
Chrome: ....maybe he is a stripper.
Taiju: 😂😂 you guys are hilarious
—
“So he’s fake, obviously,” Kohaku said, leaning back into the corner between the arm and backrest of the couch one month later, three trulies in, and sick of humoring the insanity of the situation.
“Glad I’m not the only one who thinks so,” Chrome laughed, gesturing with his beer. “Who dates someone for nearly a year and never so much as mentions them? Has no pictures of them on his phone?”
“He does sound too good to be true,” Ukyo conceded, drumming his fingers over his glass of wine as Ryusui sidled up, resting an arm around him.
“Who does, my dove? Me?”
Ukyo rolled his eyes, “No, Senku’s fake boyfriend.”
Ryusui laughed, “Oh, you mean Gen, the one who travels for work all the time so no one’s ever seen him before? You’d think someone as smart as Senku would have made up a more believable lie. Might as well have said he lives in Canada,”
Yuzuriha frowned, “Guys, I don’t think we should talk about Senku like that… I mean, Chrome you said you’ve seen texts from him on Senku’s phone? More than once?”
“Yeah, under the name Annoying Bastard. Those could be from anyone, they even have apps where you can have AI send you texts!”
“Well, what about the bento I saw? There’s no way Senku made it himself!”
Kohaku snorted, “And it just happened to show up in his fridge the day you usually come to clean it out? Only a few days after he casually mentions having a boyfriend to Chrome? Doesn’t that seem a little too coincidental to you?”
Yuzuriha shrugged, “I just don’t think he’d go through all this trouble… I mean, there are actual toiletries in his bathroom now, not the cheap 4-in-1 stuff he usually bought. There was a loofah.”
“If anyone would make up a fake boyfriend just to fuck with people, it would be Senku,” Chrome replied. “I blame Kohaku for trying to set him up with Luna, that’s probably what finally made him snap.”
Ryusui hummed thoughtfully, sipping his drink, “Still… it’s a lot of effort just to prove a point. Excessive even for Senku.”
Ukyo quirked a brow, “This is the guy who learned how to blow glass just to prove that the cheap flasks his boss had bought were negatively affecting his experiments.”
“I mean, they were…” Chrome conceded as Ryusui shrugged. He wriggled as his phone vibrated in his pocket, pulling it free. “Oh come on! Seriously?!”
“What? The guy you like wasn’t nominated for a Nobel prize?”
“First of all, you know they don’t release the nominees for fifty years til after the winners are announced so get fucked, second Senku’s ditching us next weekend.”
Kohaku rolled her eyes, “What bullshit experiment is he jerking off to this time?”
“He’s going to a magician exhibit at some museum with Gen. A magician exhibit,” Chrome threw his hands up in disgust. “This is the guy who shit on me for still collecting Pokémon cards!”
Ryusui raised an eyebrow, peering down at the phone screen in disbelief, “Oh he has to be fucking with us at this point.”
Chugging the rest of her drink, Kohaku raised a decisive finger, “I’m starting to think it’s time for that intervention we’ve been talking about,”
—
“Guys, don’t you think this is a bit… much?” Yuzuriha asked as Kohaku paced in front of the couch, their group huddled together in the living room and watching the door with various levels of anxiety. “Ambushing him?”
“He’s the one with the fake boyfriend,” Ryusui countered. “Not our fault he gave us keys.”
“He gave Yuzuriha keys,” Ukyo countered.
“Byakuya gave me keys,” she corrected. “For emergencies. Which I don’t think this counts as.”
The sound of a key in the door interrupted them and all eyes turned, Kohaku ready to chase Senku down if she had to.
Only for… not-Senku to walk in.
Tall, asymmetrical hair cut, sharp eyes and a handsome face, dressed like he’d just walked out of a fashion magazine, and looking at the literal crowd in the living room in surprise. He pulled his rolling suitcase out of the hallway, closing the door behind him with a small, awkward wave.
“Senku-chan didn’t tell me his friends were coming over.”
The silence dragged to the point that he awkwardly cleared his throat. Yuzuriha smiled, hoping she didn’t sound nearly as awkward as she felt, “You must be Gen. Senku’s told us a lot about you!”
His shoulders relaxed just a bit, and his smile was every bit as charming as Senku had led them to believe, “All terrible things, I’m sure. And you must be Yuzuriha-chan, I was very impressed by the mending you did to his coat, you’re quite talented.”
She blushed at the praise, stumbling over a response.
“Oh, hey, Gen! Thought you weren’t coming ‘til Thursday!”
All eyes immediately turned to Taiju, beaming as he returned from the bathroom, wiping his hands on his jeans.
“Wanted to surprise Senku-chan for our anniversary,” Gen beamed, accepting the crushing bear hug from the other man with a laugh. “Didn’t expect to find a surprise arty-pay when I showed up, though!”
Taiju laughed, “It’s an intervention!”
The room fell dead silent and the group turned to him in horror, eyes wide in disbelief.
“…intervention?” Gen asked, blinking in confusion.
“Yeah, everyone thinks Senku’s got this imaginary boyfriend which is wild cause he already has you!”
“Wait, you’ve known him the whole time?” Kohaku shrieked, staring at Taiju incredulously. “And you didn’t say anything?”
Taiju’s head tilted like a confused puppy, “Sure I did! Remember that time I was late cause I was helping Senku with a project? Gen was there! He gave me those new headphones I had!”
Yuzuriha hid her face in her hands, shaking her head in disbelief. “You only said they were new, not who gave them to you, hun.”
He blinked, lips pursing up in confusion.
“So all this time we were thinking Gen was fake and you knew he wasn’t? Why didn’t you say anything about that?”
“I thought you were all joking around, like when we talk about Senku’s future Robot wife,”
The door opened before anyone else could pipe up, Senku stopping at the sight before him. “What the-“
“Senku-chan!” Gen beamed, throwing his arms around Senku’s neck dramatically and snuggling under his chin. The scientist stumbled back a few steps, hands landing on Gen’s hips with a practiced sort of ease as he regained his balance. “Happy anniversary!”
“Oh, was that today?”
“Ahhh? Don’t tell me you orgot-fay! And after I did so much work to get time off to come see you as a surprise! How uel-cray~!”
Senku laughed as Gen gently rapped his fist against his shoulder, cheeks puffed up in a theatrical pout, pressing a loud smacking kiss to the Gen's forehead. “Just kidding, your gift is in my room already, figured I was gonna have to show you on a video call.”
Gen’s expression lit up, “Gift?”
The others stared, enraptured by the unbelievable sight of Senku being lovey-dovey with someone. Chrome found his voice first. “What the actual fuck,”
Senku raised a brow at the crowd, not letting go of Gen even as the other man craned his neck to also look back at them. “What the hell are you all doing here? I made sure not to have plans tonight,”
“We’re having an intervention!” Taiju beamed, the only one seemingly unbothered by the situation.
Kohaku smacked him in the chest.
“They think I’m fake, like Roboko-chan,” Gen hummed, eyes bright with amusement. “What have you been telling them about me?”
Senku snorted, “That you’re annoying and make me eat broccoli.”
Gasping in mock offense, Gen pushed Senku away, hands clutched to his chest. “Excuse me? I make you wonderfully balanced meals so you don’t leave me a widow at thirty-five. Broccoli is a symbol of my undying love and care for you!”
“You tricked me into eating brussel sprouts.”
“And you loved them!” Gen smirked, pinching his cheek and giving him a peck to the corner of his mouth. Turning and eyes sparkling with faux innocence, Gen looked at the others, “You all really thought Senku-chan would make up someone as wonderful as me?”
Kohaku grimaced, “Seeing Senku all… gooey is just so gross,”
“Hey, you’re the one who kept trying to trick me into going on dates!” Senku scowled, “If anything you asked for this!”
“We just never really pictured Senku as the… affectionate sort,” Ryusui shrugged.
Gen looped his arms back around Senku’s torso, butting his head into the other man’s chin with a hum, “Really? But he’s so snuggly,”
“Mentalist…” Senku hissed, face flushing but not making any move to push Gen away.
“My sweet little science gremlin,” Gen pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin.
“Keep it up and I’ll make you actually disappear, you hack magician,”
Yuzuriha gasped, eyes bright with excitement. “You’re a magician?”
Senku groaned as Gen whirled around, a deck of cards appearing with a flourishing shuffle to the amazement of his new audience. “Asagiri Gen, Magician, Illusionist, and performer extraordinaire - though I prefer to be called a mentalist,”
Ryusui clapped a fist into his hand, “I thought I recognized you! Asagiri, you’re the host of that new variety show starting next month!”
Gen beamed, flicking his wrist and changing a card into a flower, “One and the ame-say, but promotion for that isn’t supposed to start until next week so omeone-say got a sneak preview somehow,”
“Perks of having connections in the media,” Ryusui grinned.
“Wait! I saw you on TikTok, the trick with the sword box!” Chrome exclaimed, eyes wide in amazement. “Bro, it was so bad! You gotta tell me how you did it!”
Gen preened under the praise, shooting Senku a smug look as the scientist rolled his eyes. “A magician never reveals their tricks, dear,”
Kohaku eyed him carefully, “So you’re really dating Senku? For real?”
Gen reached back and took Senku’s hand, tugging him forward, “For real,” he glanced up with a soft fond smile that had the rest of them feeling like they were intruding.
Senku tried to look annoyed but the twitch of his lips gave him away.
“Then why are you Annoying Bastard in his phone?”
Senku’s eyes widened, looking down at Gen to find the other man watching him with a quirked eyebrow. “Annoying Bastard, really?”
“There’s a heart at the end!” Senku replied quickly. “A purple one!”
“Oh, well that changes everything,”
“You had me as the lettuce emoji until like two months ago!”
Gen looked up at his hair pointedly and Senku huffed.
Yuzuriha covered her mouth to try and stifle a laugh, “You two are adorable. I don’t know how you managed to hide him from us for so long,”
“I didn’t,” Senku scowled, “you all just don’t listen.”
Ukyo smirked, “Sounds about right.”
“Alright, mystery solved, boyfriend exists, you’ve all had your fun,” Senku opened the front door and stepped aside. “Now get out.”
“But I wanna see more tricks!” Chrome whined.
“And I wanna spend my anniversary with my boyfriend you all thought I made up,” he jerked his head to the open door.
“Translation, you wanna bone,” Ryusui cackled, letting Ukyo and Yuzuriha lead him and the others towards the door.
Senku scowled, a flush rising to his cheeks. “Leave.”
“Bye, Gen, see you later,” Taiju called brightly.
“I expect to see some cute couple selfies soon!” Kohaku shouted over Chrome’s shoulder. “And you bringing him to a game night one of these days!”
“Yeah, yeah…” Senku practically slammed the door shut behind them, flipping the deadbolt before one of them could sneak back in. He glanced back to find Gen watching him with completely undisguised amusement. “Sorry about that.”
“About what, darling, your friends all seem quite nice,”
“Nice and fucking nosy…” he huffed, stepping forward and pulling Gen into a hug.
Gen snuggled closer, clutching the back of his shirt, “They were worried about you,”
“No, they thought I made you up out of spite. That’s not being worried, that’s being a dick.” Gen laughed, relishing in the way the annoyance seemed to leech right out of Senku with a simple brush of his hand up his back. “Thought you weren’t coming til Thursday?”
Gen smirked, rubbing his nose against Senku’s in a way that the other man acted annoyed by but he knew he secretly loved. “That’s because it was a surprise,”
“Well, consider me surprised,” he leaned in to kiss him and Gen easily melted into it, arms looping around Senku’s neck as his boyfriend’s hands found his hips.
When they finally pulled apart, Gen hummed, eyes half-lidded, “Now about this gift you mentioned…”
Senku smirked, opening his mouth to reply when his phone went off in his pocket. Gen looked at his pocket and back at him expectantly, eyebrow raised.
“I’m not answering it,”
“Hmmm? But what if it’s important?”
“Can’t be more important than you,”
Gen blushed, “And you managed to keep me a secret for this long?”
Senku shrugged, “I don’t like to share, what can I say?” He moved to lean forward again, stopping when his phone vibrated again. Three times.
Gen giggled, “Might as well check it, now I’m curious,”
Chrome: Sorry for not believing you, bro
Yuzuriha: He’s so handsome! Congratulations!!
Kohaku: He is way too good for you
Ryusui: Congrats on the sex tonight don’t get pregnant 😜
Kohaku: 🤮🤮🤮
Kohaku: how dare you make me picture that with my own brain
His phone continued to vibrate in his hands, the group chat exploding in emojis and GIFs, and Senku chucked it onto the couch.
“Remind me to change my number tomorrow.”
“Of course, dearest,” Gen laughed, letting Senku pull him back into another kiss. “You said my gift was in the bedroom, right?”
Senku smirked at the suggestive tone in his boyfriend’s voice and gave a gentle nudge to start them in that direction. “I did say that, didn’t I? Let’s go see what it is,”
“Oh I have a good idea what it is,” Gen purred, “and once you get this sweater off me you’ll get to see one of your gifts…”
His yelp of surprise dissolved into giggles as Senku crouched down and lifted him with a surprisingly strong grip on his thighs, the pace suddenly far too slow for him.
Happy anniversary indeed.