𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬! ━━━━ mao isara (on hold)

24. beanbag (hokumao)

ᡣ𐭩 . no au | fluff

The day was finally over, and instead of heading to the dormitory as he usually does, Mao followed Hokuto to the olders' family home after he asked in doing so once school hours had ended.

The temperature of the evening was warm. Comfortable and welcoming, as Hokuto wrapped one of his hands around Mao's own hand, side glancing towards the beaujolais-haired boy who seemed in awe of the scenery around the route they decided to walk.

Mao has only ever visited Hokuto's house a few times, but the couple always take the same road, and it surprises Hokuto every time with how fascinated Mao was with the said road. Kiddy parks were always full. The greenery was lush and vibrant even during the colder times of the year, and what made it more beautiful was just over the horizon of the town down below, Mao can see the ocean that seemed to sparkle during the hours of sunset and sunrise.

The door to the house opens with a click once they arrive a few minutes afterwards.

"Dad? Are you in?" Hokuto's voice echoed.

Mao placed his bag down on the empty hook on the wall and slid his shoes off whilst he placed them against the skirting board. The carpet beneath his figure was as soft as the other times he's visited the Hidaka house, like as though it was brand new.

Echoed pads were heard up ahead, and the sounds of Hokuto struggling came with it. "Can you not? Isara is here!"

Mao glanced up at the mentions of his last name and saw Seiya giving Mao's boyfriend the most tightest hug a dad could ever give his child. "So what! I'm not allowed to give my son some love?"

"You're embarrassing." Hokuto tuts as he finally managed to shove himself away from his male parent.

Mao steps up to the family, chuckling in amusement and taking notice of Hokuto's flushed features. "Good evening, Mister Hidaka!" He grins up towards the adult male.

"Good evening to you too, Isara. I'm guessing you're staying here for the weekend again?"

"If it's not too much hassle."

"Of course not! You're welcome here any time!"

"Okay... that's enough from you, dad. Stop stealing my boyfriend's attention now." Hokuto huffs as he latches onto Mao wrist and dragging him past his dad.

Faint teasing murmurs could be heard from Seiya Hidaka as the couple walked on by and towards the stairs.

Mao was then brought to Hokuto's bedroom. He glances around the room, always astonished to how someone can keep their bedroom so clean like as though it was on show for a furniture shop.

The bedroom was of mostly neutral colours, the theme matched all around at every corner inch that Mao casts his eyesight over.

A sudden gasp then parts between his lips. "You've got a beanbag now?!" Immediately, without thought, Mao jumped down onto it as he wriggled his back around to get more comfortable.

Whilst he was doing so, Hokuto was going through his chest of drawers for some pyjamas for himself and a spare pair for Mao. "Yeah, my grandma bought it for me a month ago. She said it's to make my room look somewhat more 'cosy'. I don't understand why, I think my room is already cosy enough..." Hokuto turns around after grabbing a pair of pyjamas and a onesie, throwing the onesie Mao's way.

"I can see where she's coming from!" Mao says after catching the onesie in his hold. "Your room does kind of look monochrome with all these shades, but I kind of like it, you know? It's a relaxing sight from all the colours we see when we're performing. You don't have to worry about your eyes feeling so sore from such vibrancy."

"That's true, I guess."

They both get changed into their preferred pyjamas sets as Hokuto places his and Mao's school uniforms into his linen bin beside his bedroom door.

Mao stood around in the middle of the room for a second, fiddling with the onesie's hood that sat above his head fairly loose and large. Once Hokuto turns around from doing his small chore, Mao grabs a hold of Hokuto by the wrist and drags him to the beanbag, immediately sitting back down onto it with pulling the black-haired boy down with him, causing the mentioned older to yelp in surprise in the middle of the action.

A small and bright laugh comes from Mao as once again, he gets himself comfortable onto the furniture piece, twisting and wriggling himself to his side as he leans his head on Hokuto's right shoulder, a sigh of content and relief releasing between the small gap of his lips.

"Hey, Hokuto?"

"What's up?" The older hums.

A slight hesitancy came from Mao, his lips parted as he spoke, "I love you." He confesses as he glances up to Hokuto. Green meeting blue, like a lush field during spring reaching to the calming sky.

Hokuto leans down and pecks a kiss to Mao's forehead - causing the beaujolais-haired younger to smile softly with closing his eyes at the sensation, "I love you too."