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Trick or treat - AsaSugaDai
come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat) send me “trick or treat” and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and I’ll write you a short little thing (I’ll be doing these all of October so send away!)
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“Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer,” Daichi says as he drops his backpack onto the floor and kicks it a few times for good measure.
“Self-destruction it is,” Koushi calls from the bedroom.
“How about not?” Asahi asks.  “I feel like that is kind of an extreme.” 
Daichi shuffles over and flops onto the couch next to him, curling up tight against Asahi’s side with a pout.  A few seconds later Koushi joins them.
“I don’t think it’s that much of an extreme,” Koushi grumbles.
“You also think that applesauce should have actual chunks of apples in it and mages and wizards are the same thing.”  Asahi sticks his tongue out at the face Koushi makes at him.
“My opinions are not invalid, Asahi.”
“Nope.  Just slightly skewed and more than a little questionable at times.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t like to step on—”
“Can we get back to my personal crisis now?” Daichi wiggles around until he’s fully tucked between the two of them.  “And get back to the bickering slash foreplay between you two later?”
“Just because you asked so nicely,” Koushi teases.  He kisses Daichi’s forehead.  “What’s got you so out of sorts today?”
“Shitty day in class.  Shitty day at the gym.  Shitty day all around.”
Asahi tugs Daichi closer and plants his own kiss on Daichi’s temple.  Daichi sinks into the couch cushions with a sigh.  Asahi shares a look with Koushi; it’s not a content sigh, not yet, but they can fix that.
“Are we combating the shittiness with scary movies, overly sugary expensive coffee from Yui’s shop, too much candy, or junk food?” Koushi asks.
“Or do we need to take a quick trip out of town and hit up the woods behind Chikara’s place?  Go frolicking in the woods and stomp on some crunchy leaves and find some shiny rocks?” Asahi offers.
“Yes,” Daichi says.
They grab coffees to-go from Yui’s shop, along with two bags of sugary pastries and a couple pocketfuls of candy, and head for Chikara’s house.  After a few hours spent wandering through the trees and stepping on every crunchy leaf on the path they shuffle into Chikara’s house and take over his spare bedroom, collapsing together in a pile of limbs buried under a pile of blankets.  Asahi buries his face in Koushi’s neck and hides behind Daichi’s broad shoulders when the jump scares get to be too much.
When Chikara pokes his head in just after midnight Daichi gives him a sleepy smile, Koushi and Asahi curled around him fast asleep.
“Want to watch the last movie with me?” Daichi asks.  
Chikara glances at the tv and shrugs.
“Why not?  I haven’t seen this one in a long time.”  He flops himself across the foot of the bed.
Daichi wakes up warm.  Asahi’s breath is warm and damp against his throat.  Koushi’s breath is that odd mix of warm and cool against his stomach.
He takes a breath and smiles.
Today will be a good day.
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