When Kagami tells the story, he always oversimplifies it.
"I made some hot cocoa and got engaged by the end of it," he says, with no sense of suspense, no real head for storytelling.
It undermines all of Himuro's efforts, and he knows it's not intentional, but it's why he tries to take over before Kagami can tell people his version of things.
"In the winter," he tells people who ask and, to be honest, absolutely anyone who will listen, "we have a habit of having hot cocoa at three o'clock in the afternoon on the weekends when we're home together. So I knew that would be the perfect time for it. I bought all the decorations—"
"—heart confetti," Kagami helpfully supplies, "and rose petals. Where he even got those from, I have no idea—"
"—and hid them so they'd be ready while he was in the kitchen," Himuro continues. "I knew I had just over three minutes while he was busy making out hot cocoa, so I used the time to pull everything out of its hiding places and set it all up. I even lit a couple of candles to add to the romantic atmosphere."
"So here I come back into the room carrying two mugs," Kagami takes over, "and I find him down in front of me on one knee, holding this ring box open with heart confetti and rose petals scattered all over the lounge room. It took forever to vacuum all the confetti out of the carpet. Tatsuya cr—"
"Taiga cried, of course," Himuro interrupts smoothly. He smiles fondly at Kagami, who simply grins in amusement at this part now. "He's always so emotional. I knew how much it would mean to him, so I made sure to make it absolutely perfect. Memorable."
"I think about it every time I'm making hot cocoa," Kagami adds. "It' sa nice thing to think about."
Himuro's smile grows as he turns to Kagami. "I didn't know that."
"Yeah, well…" Kagami shrugs. "It makes me happy every time. Even if we never got to finish our hot cooca. In fact, I don't think we ever got around to starting on it. Oops."
"It was worth it, though," Himuro murmurs, and Kagami rubs the back of his neck with a shy grin.
The movement has Himuro's gaze catching on Kagami's silver ring and then he can't look away, can't keep himself from reaching out and touching it, interlocking their fingers and squeezing, smiling at Kagami.
Kiyoshi, who is sitting across the table from them, is dozing, snoring lightly. They might have told him the story two times already but, well, they want to tell everyone and sometimes that means accidentally repeating the story a few times, to a few people.
Himuro honestly doesn't mind going over the story again and again, for however many times he needs to. He's probably going to do the same thing when they actually get married, remember everything well enough to give an accurate blow-by-blow. To the people who don't get to make it just as much as for the people who do.
"Hot cocoa's my favourite drink now," Kagami murmurs, wrapping his arm around Himuro and pulling him close.
FILL: SWAG 2016
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When Kagami tells the story, he always oversimplifies it.
"I made some hot cocoa and got engaged by the end of it," he says, with no sense of suspense, no real head for storytelling.
It undermines all of Himuro's efforts, and he knows it's not intentional, but it's why he tries to take over before Kagami can tell people his version of things.
"In the winter," he tells people who ask and, to be honest, absolutely anyone who will listen, "we have a habit of having hot cocoa at three o'clock in the afternoon on the weekends when we're home together. So I knew that would be the perfect time for it. I bought all the decorations—"
"—heart confetti," Kagami helpfully supplies, "and rose petals. Where he even got those from, I have no idea—"
"—and hid them so they'd be ready while he was in the kitchen," Himuro continues. "I knew I had just over three minutes while he was busy making out hot cocoa, so I used the time to pull everything out of its hiding places and set it all up. I even lit a couple of candles to add to the romantic atmosphere."
"So here I come back into the room carrying two mugs," Kagami takes over, "and I find him down in front of me on one knee, holding this ring box open with heart confetti and rose petals scattered all over the lounge room. It took forever to vacuum all the confetti out of the carpet. Tatsuya cr—"
"Taiga cried, of course," Himuro interrupts smoothly. He smiles fondly at Kagami, who simply grins in amusement at this part now. "He's always so emotional. I knew how much it would mean to him, so I made sure to make it absolutely perfect. Memorable."
"I think about it every time I'm making hot cocoa," Kagami adds. "It' sa nice thing to think about."
Himuro's smile grows as he turns to Kagami. "I didn't know that."
"Yeah, well…" Kagami shrugs. "It makes me happy every time. Even if we never got to finish our hot cooca. In fact, I don't think we ever got around to starting on it. Oops."
"It was worth it, though," Himuro murmurs, and Kagami rubs the back of his neck with a shy grin.
The movement has Himuro's gaze catching on Kagami's silver ring and then he can't look away, can't keep himself from reaching out and touching it, interlocking their fingers and squeezing, smiling at Kagami.
Kiyoshi, who is sitting across the table from them, is dozing, snoring lightly. They might have told him the story two times already but, well, they want to tell everyone and sometimes that means accidentally repeating the story a few times, to a few people.
Himuro honestly doesn't mind going over the story again and again, for however many times he needs to. He's probably going to do the same thing when they actually get married, remember everything well enough to give an accurate blow-by-blow. To the people who don't get to make it just as much as for the people who do.
"Hot cocoa's my favourite drink now," Kagami murmurs, wrapping his arm around Himuro and pulling him close.
"Mine too," Himuro replies with a smile.