Thread by @erisabesu3

#omigiri brainrot, lmao. sfw!

Since they started dating 5 months ago, Osamu has gone on about 47 dates with Kiyoomi. He keeps track of them in his secret pocket calendar that he hides in his work apron pocket by day and tucks under his pillow at night.

If anyone ever found it? He'd die a /thousand deaths/ of humiliation. But he's so head over heels for Kiyoomi he can't stop himself from chronicling their romance one date at a time—he gets all flushed and fidgety to flip through the months and see all the days with red hearts

drawn around them, and the little notes he adds after each date:

* 🍙 if they ate food
* 📽️ if they went to the movies
* 🌳 if they enjoyed the outdoors
* 🍙 AND a 🌳 if they had a picnic
* 🏐 if he watches one of Kiyoomi's matches, and
*🍵 if Kiyoomi comes over after to cuddle

*🐴 if they go horseback riding
*🛍️ if they go shopping
*👔 if they have a dress up date
*⛸️ if they go ice skating
*🌊 if they go to the beach
*🖼️ if they visit the art museum
*📚 if they hang at the bookstore
*🍷 if they meet for drinks
*🎵 if they see the symphony or a concert

* ✔️if they kiss goodnight
* ❗️ if they fool around a little~
* ‼️ if they get to second base~
* ❗️‼️ for third~
*💥 if they hit a home run~
*💥🏠 if Kiyoomi stays the night~
*💥🏠🍳 if he stays for breakfast the next morning
*💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 for a weekend getaway...

Osamu quickly shuts the calendar and shoves it back into his apron pocket, ears steaming red. That last weekend trip was /especially/ romantic, and he's never felt more twitterpated in his life.

He looks side to side to see if any of his staff may have caught him daydreaming,

but they're all busy at their stations and he exhales a breath.

/God./ He's so far gone he's a more pitiful sap than his brother, and that's really saying something.

After work, he showers and tidies up his apartment before meeting Kiyoomi at the docks. He finds him there

at the railing looking out on the water in a lightweight charcoal sweater over his blue button-down, and pressed off-black slacks, wind tousling his dark curls.

Osamu's so overcome with the disbelief that the man he's gazing upon is his real, actual, serious boyfriend,

that he sways on his feet a moment, and then overbalances to correct and trips on the steps leading up to the dock. He windmills and manages to get his feet under him without falling on his face, but it's close—and when he looks up, he meets Kiyoomi's eyes.

Damn. He saw it all.

Osamu runs fingers through his hair to compose himself before grinning and waving a hand in the air. He jogs over to Kiyoomi and and they stand there a beat, saying with their eyes what they wish they could do with their hands, but they're in public and wouldn't dare.

There's a loud horn signaling the departure of the largest riverboat at the end of the docks. Osamu cocks his head and offers Kiyoomi his elbow. Kiyoomi lifts a brow, eyes crinkled they way they do when he's amused. He skritches the back of Osamu's neck affectionately, and rubs

fingers along his hairline as they walk together to the boarding ramp and are escorted onto the boat and to their table with a scenic view.

The dinner cruise is lovely. The sunset gleaming on the rippling water, the wine and decadent food, the smooth ride. And /Kiyoomi./

Afterward, they stroll in the nearby park, and maybe find a secluded spot to makeout—but they keep it strictly PG-13, ofc. It still leaves Osamu breathless and smiling like a fool, arms twined around each other's backs as they exit the footpath to the streetcorner to hail a cab.

Kiyoomi gives Osamu's address, and they discreetly hold hands in the back seat during the ride, sitting close and soaking up each other's warm company. Osamu traces circles on the back of Kiyoomi's hand, thinking of the notes he'll add the next day after Kiyoomi spends the night.

But Kiyoomi gently begs off, saying he's got an early morning training session with a coach that's in town just for the week. He gets out long enough to hug Osamu tight and kiss him senseless, then gets back in the taxi. Osamu watches it disappear in the night, lips tingling.

Up in his apartment, he changes into pajamas and then lays across his bed, pen in one hand and secret pocket calendar in the other. He bites his lip, and carefully draws a heart around the 5th of August. He takes his time adding the rest of the notes:

🍙🍷🌳✔️‼️

Then he grins, kicking his feet with glee. Tonight he gets to add a new note, since they've never been on a riverboat dinner cruise before: 🛳️

He rolls onto his back and holds the calendar to his chest, taking a deep breath. What new notes are in their future?

*✈️ for a trip abroad?
*🏅 when Kiyoomi plays in the Olympics?
*🔑🗝️ for when they exchange keys?
*💍 and maybe a proposal?
*📦🧳 when they move in together?
*🍽️ when he opens a new branch?
*⛩️ when they get married?
*🐶🐕🐩 when they have kids???

Osamu chuckles and kisses the cover of his pocket calendar, rolling around on his bed like when he was a little boy too excited to sleep the night before a school field trip.

Whatever the future brings, as long as Kiyoomi's at his side, it's going to be /great./

💖💞💗💓💗💞💖

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