You Are Everything

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"I'm going to throw something next time."

Kotetsu groans, pulls a pillow over his head as he rolls onto his stomach in an attempt to avoid the topic. "Bunny, just let it go."

"No." For once, the man's laptop is set aside, and Kotetsu feels that intense green gaze – feels it boring through the pillow, through his skull, seeking out his eyes even though they're shut tightly in an attempt to ignore, to push away. "You're upset. I'm upset." And I'm used to hearing things like this went unsaid, made Kotetsu cringe.

He's a grown man. He shouldn't be so fazed by a couple of insults thrown his way – but the fact of the matter is, they're insults of a different sort. Not the jabs at him being a failure of a hero. He could always take that.

He's never been insulted for loving someone, though.

"Kotetsu. Look at me."

And Kotetsu sighs, rolls back over, tosses the pillow aside, staring up at Barnaby – his Barnaby, his Bunny-chan for god's sake that he fought so hard for. Fuck if he'll let a few insults shake that kind of resolve, but it still hurts.

"I'm going to throw a car at them next time."

"No, you're not," Kotetsu mutters, and Barnaby snorts, leans down so that their foreheads are touching and their lips are just nearly brushing.

"I am."

"No, you're not. You'll just kick 'em outright, I know you."

The scowl pulling on those perfect lips softens a bit, cracks into something of a smile. "In the mouth, if I have any say in it."

"You've better aim than my kid, at any rate." Kotetsu pauses, corrects himself: "Our kid."

Barnaby pauses, too, and then kisses him, and Kotetsu figures he can put up with anything – listen to anything, go through anything as long as he has a slice of this to come home to, again and again.