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Hajime wakes up to an empty bed and the scent of something cooking in the kitchen. He groans at the thought of eating whatever it is Tooru is making in there. His boyfriend wasn’t the most… culinary inclined individual, if he was putting it nicely. He kicks the sheets off of himself and slides his feet into his slippers. He had to piss, then he’d figure out what Tooru was doing in the kitchen. Except — he finds when he enters the bedroom again — there’s no need to go find Tooru, because he has brought himself to Hajime.

“Happy birthday Iwa-Chan~” His boyfriend trills as he sets a tray of food down on the nightstand. He comes over to drape himself over Hajime’s shoulders and plants loud, smacking kisses all over the side of his face and neck.

“Get off me, Idiot.” Hajime says, but wraps his arms around his boyfriend's waist. He plants a kiss of his own on Tooru’s cheek. “What did you make me?”

Tooru’s face lights up and he leads Hajime back to the bed. “Well, I was going to try to make you a super big breakfast, but we didn’t have half the stuff I actually needed to do it.” He rubs the back of his neck. “So I made you some french toast, bacon and eggs instead!”

Hajime inspects the plate of food as Tooru pushes him back into bed and hums. “Everything actually looks cooked.”

“Mean, Iwa-Chan!” His boyfriend whines. “It was one time. Are you ever going to let me live that down?”

“No.”

Tooru continues his whining as Hajime cuts into the french toast. It’s pleasantly soft in the middle, but not undercooked. He’s impressed. “Who taught you how to make this?”

This earns him a pout. “What? I can’t be good at things by myself? Someone had to have taught me?”

Hajime raises an eyebrow in response and sticks a piece of bacon in his mouth.

“Fine.” Tooru huffs, looking away. “Mattsun taught me last time I went over.”

“Thought so.” Hajime smirks. “This looks like his french toast.”

“He makes good french toast.”

“I’m not disagreeing.”

Tooru huffs again and stares dolefully at his plate of food.

“Did you not make yourself any?” Hajime asks him, scooping up a bit of egg onto his fork.

“This is for you, Iwa-Chan.” Is the reply, but the puppy eyes don’t stray from his plate.

“Is there more downstairs?”

“...yes.”

Hajime rolls his eyes. “Go make yourself a plate.”

“But it’s so far.” Tooru whines, throwing himself back on the bed.

“Oh my god- fine, you crybaby. Come take a bite.”

Tooru rolls himself over and props himself up on his elbow to take the bite of french toast and eggs Hajime holds out to him. The hand not holding the fork cupped under it to catch anything that might fall off. The brown haired male makes a pleased noise as he closes his lips around the fork.

“I really outdid myself this morning.” He says as soon as he’s chewed and swallowed.

“It makes sense that the only pleasant, edible thing you’ve made is because someone else taught you how to do it.”

“Why are you bullying me?”

“You make it so easy.” The dark haired male kisses Tooru’s cheek again to show him that he’s only teasing. “Now, what have you planned for the rest of my birthday?”