How Families Communicate - Kimura/Yuko, Yamapi/Masami

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How Families Communicate
Kimura Takuya/Takeuchi Yuko, Yamashita Tomohisa/Nagasawa Masami
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Prompt: kimura/yuko & yamapi/masami, like father like son (or any family times) from sinonymity. Written here originally.


"So anything new?"

Masami looks over at Yuko over her glass of wine, lips curled into her usual smirk. "Are you asking about Piitan's acting dreams?"

Yuko narrows her eyes. "Still have a smart mouth, huh?"

"Sorry," Masami says, not looking the least bit sorry. "It comes with being me."

"And if you need it said outright, yes, is Tomohisa still entertaining the idea of becoming an actor?"

"You know, you say that like it's a bad thing. You really should see him. He hasn't been this excited since... well, I'm pretty sure it's since he defeated the Hydra." Masami raises an eyebrow. "Isn't it nice he has some kind of goal?"

"Well, of course," Yuko says as she swirls the wine in her glass. "I just don't know how far he's thought this out."

"Pretty far actually," Kimura chimes from behind them. Yuko turns to see Kimura and Yamapi walking into the living room, finally joining Yuko and Masami after having disappeared for 20 minutes. She resists from rolling her eyes as Kimura drops a kiss to the side of Yuko's forehead, half on skin, half on hair. "My son knows exactly what he's looking for." He settles into the seat next to Yuko's. On Yuko's other side, Yamapi comes up to kiss Yuko on the cheeks before joining Masami in the seats across from them.

Yuko tries to hide her smile, leaning into Kimura as Yamapi turns to Masami for a quick second, flashing her a smile that she's only ever seen him give her and lacing their fingers together. Masami catches her amusement and gives Yuko a wide grin, tilting her glass of wine subtly in Yuko's direction.

"So what is that exactly?" Yuko asks.

"I want to tell stories," Yamapi says, smiling. "We've gone through centuries of different emotions and different stories. I could channel all that to tell these different stories—some familiar, some not—and give the best reactions."

Yuko raises an eyebrow and looks over at Masami. "Trained him to say that, did you?" She ignores the "Hey!" that comes from Yamapi.

Masami giggles, taking a sip of wine. "Was it that obvious? We've been practicing the best way to say it too. I guess we'll have to change it around a little."

"He's my son. I know how his mind works and that was not a Tomohisa thing to say." Again, she ignores Yamapi's pout and accompanying "Hey."

Kimura laughs, shaking his head and wrapping an arm around Yuko. "So harsh to our son."

Yuko eyes him then smirks. "Well, the biggest giveaway really is that it's not something you would say. You know, like that phrase goes, like father, like son."

This time, both Kimura and Yamapi say "Hey!" Yuko and Masami grin, clinking their glasses together.

"Sometimes, don't you wonder about our choices in spouses?" Masami asks, sitting back in her chair. Yamapi pouts dramatically beside her.

"Pretty often actually," Yuko teases, looking over at Kimura.

Kimura rolls his eyes, placing his palms on the side of her cheeks. "Is that so?" he murmurs, leaning closer to her.

She grins. "Yeah, then all I have to do is see you again and remember why. Such eye candy."

He laughs, pulling her into a kiss—Masami giggles faintly in the side while Yamapi groans—but Yuko pays them no mind, just kisses Kimura back lightly.

"Your son is still here!" Yamapi interjects finally.

"Leave them be," Masami says, hitting him lightly in the arm. "After all, how do you think you came about?"

"Obviously a stork."

"Do we have to teach you about the birds and the bees?" Kimura says as he pulls away from Yuko. Yuko smudges off any sign of lipstick on him. "I thought we were centuries over that."

Yamapi goes pale. "You didn't teach me anything. You sent me to Satomi...that was a lesson."

Yuko tries to hide her laughter but she doesn't do very well. "Oh, that's right. If you want someone to blame, you should look to your father for that. He suggested it."

"Never again," Yamapi mutters.

"Well, she was thorough at least, right?" Kimura asks.

"A little too thorough."

Masami giggles. "Oh, please tell me you remember some of it."

"It's hard to forget," Yamapi grumbles as he crosses his arms.

Masami reaches over to smooth the wrinkles on his forehead. "Don't stay like that, it'll look bad on camera."

Immediately, Yamapi perks up, the wrinkles smoothing out quickly. "You're right. I have to make sure of things like that now."

Kimura leans into Yuko. "Never mind the fact that we don't get wrinkles." Yuko grins up at him.

"Well, whatever you do, I'm sure you'll be great at it," Yuko says to Yamapi. "You're our son after all."

Yamapi looks up at her, smiling brightly, and Yuko sighs, because honestly, he also took after his father in another respect—he was rather handsome, and she was sure it would work to his advantage. "Thanks," he says.