#i was like what is something yuichi would be this distracted in... dishes? cleaning? sure

[kowaindar0u]

[ with @zantedeschia-praesul | from here ]

With Saseki busy taking time to prepare for his exhibition, Yuichi had decided to brace himself and do some grocery shopping for him. It's an odd thing, shopping for food when by now he's almost forgotten what a lot of it truly tastes like. Sometimes he gets tempted and tries some for himself, but at best, it tastes weird or bland; at worst, even a taste makes him sick-- all of this, of course, with the exception of tasting through blood.

But he knows what Saseki usually gets, and he tries to be mindful of what in the kitchen is low, most often so he can bring it home from work.

The shopping was done, and he'd made it back to the apartment and started putting everything away. But as he pulled out the bag of rice from the bottom of the sack, the sound of grains landing on the table had him zeroing in. There had been a hole in the bag, and now, about a third of the bag had spilled across the table... and every corner of his mind had set on counting each and every piece.

He's at 'one hundred and seventy-three' when he vaguely hears Saseki enter the apartment. 'One hundred and eighty-five' when he barely senses Saseki come into the kitchen, and 'one hundred and eighty-seven' when he feels Saseki's hands and lips on him.

He's so aware, but still, he can't stop, even to reciprocate or acknowledge his seemingly frisky boyfriend at his backside, nor the hand slipping under his skirt. He's almost in a trance, counting aloud under his breath as he moves each grain aside to its 'counted' pile.

"One hundred and eighty-eight... one hundred and eighty-nine..."