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[The feed cuts on to Gokudera in the kitchens, a bright smile on his face. He's wearing an apron and the air seems a bit smoky, but that's pretty standard for him.]

Takeshi I made you a gift!

Don't laugh... I know messed up on it a bit.

[The camera is tilted down on his device, and he's showing off a loaf of bread that is completely burnt on the outside. If he were to cut it on camera, then the lovely other folks inhabiting the dome would see that it's all but raw on the inside.]

It wasn't supposed to turn out so dark...

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[He blushes at the kiss, at how public a setting this is, and he moves to get out of Takeshi's embrace so he can pack up the ugly bread loaf he'd made. Hopefully it will hold until they get back to the apartment, but it's got a strange weight to it, like it's not even. or just some sort of dense liquid. The charred outside doesn't feel very thick.]

Can't I just throw it away?

[Yamamoto figures he was behaving, it was just a kiss on the cheek and it is not as if he hides the fact that he is with and in love with Hayato from anyone in the Dome. Truth, no one seems to care, everyone here is just trying to lead as normal and happy of a life as possible. But the blush makes him grin and he finishes wiping things down.]

What? No way, it's mine and you made it for me so you can't.

[He was behaving. Gokudera's just a very private person and he's not so used to affection being public. That... and Amoi plays some influence on his already repressed romantic side.]

I haven't given it to you yet and I don't think it's good enough.

[He knows, unfortunately for Hayato, he just happens to be in love with a romantic idiot, who will be persistent in his sweet, caring gestures, he can't help himself.]

Uh-huh, you said on the video you made it for me, so that makes it mine. Anything from you is good enough for me.

[He holds his hand out.]

Come on, let's go home.

Fine, but I'm telling you ahead of time it's no good.

[With a roll of his eyes, he grabs the wrapped up bread and takes his lover's hand.]

I love it no matter what, it means a lot that you thought of me.

[He links his fingers through Hayato's, leading them through the dome and back to their apartment. He throws in random mentions about his day, how his work is going. What he scavenged that they or someone else might need.

When they reach the apartment he steps in, toes his shoes off, and lets go of Hayato's hand to lift the strap of his bag from his shoulder and hang it on the little hook inside the door.

It feels good to come home to a place they share and he enters all the way to their kitchen.]

So you going to make me wait through my shower?

[Gokudera walks along with him, listening and feeling included, peaceful in this act as simple as it is.

He spent a lot of time on his messed-up bread loaf, and even if it's the best looking one, it still is very clearly wrong. It's a nagging worry that haunts him even before they get back to their apartment and he sets it down.]

I love you, so we should at least try it together. If it's really bad, please don't eat it. I don't want you getting sick, ok?

And as far as the shower goes, It's up to you if you want to wait or not.

[Telling Hayato about his day is one of Yamamoto's favorite things to do, he likes imparting what happens during the time they are not together. It may seem simple but it is an important part of his daily routine that he would not want to give up.

Those words make him beam, no matter if he hears it for the first time or the millionth, Hayato saying he loves him are his three favorite words in this world or any other. They warm him right through his body.]

Okay! I'll get plates and a knife, I can shower after. [He chuckles]

I won't get sick, don't worry.

[The chattering on feels so mundane, comfortable and familiar. Gokudera is happy to hear it, and he is a patient audience.]

Okay.

If it's really bad and I think I may get sick, you have to stop eating it.

[He really is the best audience. Then again, he is Yamamoto's favorite person so it stands to reason he's his favorite audience too.

As it is, he is carefully unwrapping the bread. Forgive him the little chuckle as he gets a good look at it. It feels funny, but he's not saying that. No matter what, he does love it.]

Promise, if you say don't eat it, I won't.

[With that he takes the knife and makes the first slice carefully. It definitely does not feel like any bread he has cut before. Uh oh.]

[Gokudera watches, almost holding his breath when Takeshi moves the knife to slice in, and once the burnt crust is punctured, the blade can easily just... squish right into the doughy center.]

We’ll both take one bite, then see if it’s bad.

[He’s not going to dismiss it, but... he’s also never tried his own bread before. Maybe it just looks weird and will be surprisingly delicious?]

[He does not make a face but he does chuckle a little, he's pretty sure bread is not supposed to squish like this but maybe that's just the kind of bread it is?]

It's squishy, it feels nice. [He grins.]

Deal.

[And Yamamoto gets the knife through, carefully splitting the first slice aside and putting it on the plate, it probably should not sound like that when it hits a plate, should it?]

[Gokudera watches, disgusted as the remainder of the loaf seems to be hollow, when actually the doughy center is collapsing and becoming a gross, sticky puddle.]

Let’s just uh.. split that slice in half.

[He walks right up and pokes it, and that-]

It’s raw!!

[Yamamoto tries best to keep his expression neutral, he's no bread expert, having only made it one time with Poison but he's pretty sure it's not supposed to do that.]

Okay! [He grins. About to split the slice when his lover pokes it, he can't stop the chuckle that comes out.]

Nuh huh, really?

[But it's so extra crispy on the outside!]

Really!

[Dramatic as usual, he puts a hand to his forehead, then picks at the dough, stretching it some and then gesturing with his other hand.]

Takeshi! It's dough! Somehow I only baked the outside!

[Where he is dramatic, his baseball idiot is just amused, reaching out and poking his finger into the dough, laughing at the way it squishes in.]

Maybe the oven was broken?

[Probably not, but he can try, right? it could be possible.]

[Gokudera doesn't look very amused when Takeshi pokes at the dough. He's stuck pouting his unhappiness at it, as if that might help.

Then he considers what his lover says and blinks before giving a considering hum.]

Maybe...

[The pouting is adorable, not that Yamamoto is going to say it out loud and he is of course going to do anything he can think of it to make it stop, for as cute as it may be, that smile and happy light in those green eyes is the most breathtaking sight to him.

He reaches out, taking his fiance's chin gently between his fingers, turns his head, smile sincere.]

I still love it, you took all that time just for me.

[And he does the one thing he has yet to see fail to bring a smile to Hayato's face, leans in and kisses him softly.]

[Gokudera tenses up for a second at the touch upon reflex, then looks down in a bit of shame before back up at Takeshi's face. He blushes gently.]

I did work really hard on it...

[He wishes he'd done a good job for all the time and work he put in. The kiss to his lips wipes the pout away, but it also just sort of stops every other expression as he sighs against Takeshi and kisses him back.]

[Yamamoto aches for his love at the flinch and the look of shame, always making sure he reminds and shows the other that he is not going to be put down, thought less of, or anything else from making a mistake like burning bread or not baking it right. The blush does make him smile.]

You work hard on everything, it's one of the reasons you're so amazing. I bet you'll get it next time, maybe I can even help?

[He had fun making bread with Poison, it would be more fun with Hayato he is sure. Though none of that matters, for the time being, he's doing one of his favorite things, kissing the love of his life. He lets the gentle, loving touch linger, when he does break it he is smiling, heart in his eyes.]

[It isn't that Gokudera expected Takeshi to think less of him or put him down, but that he's so accustomed still to being conscious of who touches him, even in the simplest way like brushing up accidentally. He has a heightened sense when it comes to the proximity people with darker hair keep around him.

Even his own lover. The shame isn't over anything he's done, but just at the involuntary reflex.]

I uh....

[Oh geeze, he can't handle the compliments well, scratches at the back of his neck and looks off to the side bashfully.]

It wouldn't be a surprise. [But he also might not ruin his next attempted loaf.] Poison said she could help, too.

[Maybe it would turn out okay if they all made a big loaf of bread together... or prevented him from setting it on fire in the oven.]

[Whatever brings on the reactions, his lover is here to remain patient through them all. His biggest goal in life is showing Hayato every day that he is loved and worth so much more than Amoi ever let him believe. That hair color does not matter.]

You're cute when you get bashful. [Sorry, he's probably making it worse but that sideways stare and neck scratch just make his heart all fluttery he can't help it.]

Oh, you're right, but if you guys want me to I'll help, but if you'd rather surprise me, I'd like that too.

[Yes, the second set of eyes should make the process less burny more successful right?]

[It's involuntary, something he doesn't think about. He does not love Takeshi any less over it.]

You don't need to point it out! [He says, face going a bit pink at being called-out like that.]

Alright, I'll ask her, then. If she doesn't mind...

[Yamamoto knows all of this, but he can not stop the part of him that wants to continue proving to Hayato what he is to him, it can't be so bad, can it, to be loved so completely that someone always tries their hardest, just for you?]

[He chuckles at the "reprimand.] Oh, so I shouldn't point out how much I like your skin with it's flushed?

[He smiles.]

I bet she won't mind, she gets bored too.

No! [That just makes the flush to his face that much brighter, and he brings a hand up to hide his eyes, shaking his head softly. The burning pink even seems to light up his ears and he gives a soft whine.]

okay okay I'll ask her

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