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A loud rasping from the door, Kira’s shoulders jumped a little, so focused on reading through the recipe he forgot why he was making it. Turning the stove top on to boil the water, he wiped his hands on the apron around his waist, walking towards the front. Josuke and Okuyasu were always late, he slid the front door open ready to reprimand them,” You boys…” He noticed the band aid over Josuke’s cheek, bruise formed around it and a freshly split lip,” What happened?”
The two stepped inside, Josuke rubbing his neck, smile on his face as he closed the door behind them,” Ah, It was nothing. Just a fight after school.”
“Couldn’t use our stands, but we still whooped ass.” Okuyasu added.
Before Josuke could bend over to put his bag down, he felt Kira’s hands tender on his cheeks, bringing his face down to match the blonde man’s lips; first under the bruising, the side of his nose and the corner of his lip close to the gash. Josuke’s breath felt hot in his mouth, frozen as their eyes met when Kira pulled away.
Before he could muster up a thing to say Okuyasu sniffed,” Damn, I already got healed.”
Kira and Josuke both laughed, hands freeing the pompadoured teen,” Where did you get hurt?” The older man asked, taking both of their school bags to set on the lounge in the vestibule.
“It’s embarrassing to say but…”
“You’re not getting your dick kissed, dude.”
Okuyasu shot Josuke an annoyed glare,” Guy broke my nose and busted my two front teeth.” Kira’s thumbs rubbed faintly down the old scars dug into either side of his face, from where they cut around his eyes to his cheekbones; Okuyasu shivered both at the ministration and in anticipation. He was tugged down all the same, Kira’s lips soft on both sides of his nose, leaving a wet smack on the tip before landing on his upper lip, nipping the skin before pulling away,” I think I bit my tongue too.” He felt like he was steaming, watching the blonde grin at him, Josuke elbowing his shoulder.
“Come tell me about the fight while I make dinner.” Okuyasu stumbled over his feet trying to get his shoes off and catch up to Kira, Josuke catching him before he hit the wood; a quick thanks to the other as they walked to the kitchen together. Kira was in the freezer, pulling out the mixed vegetables, wrapped in a hand towel he pushed it to Josuke’s bruised cheek,” At least for 10 minutes.” The blonde man said, waiting for Josuke’s hand to replace his.
Josuke heart sped up a little, welcoming the cold,” What’re you making?” He asked, turning the older man’s attention away as he joined Okuyasu at the kitchen’s island stools.
"Hm, oh …" Kira turned towards the stove, pulling the cutting board off the wall mount," Just some katsu curry. I hope that's alright, I know you don't like it spicy, Okuyasu."
“He’ll eat anything you make.” Kira laughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
“ANYWAYS.” Okuyasu cleared his throat,,” About the ass whoopin’!”