This was Our Childhood
By – Hime no Ichigo

Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Characters: Ichinose Tokiya, HAYATO, Ittoki Otoya
Story Type: Drabble
Summary: Some things should never change.

Disclaimer: Uta no Prince-sama is the intellectual property of Broccoli.

Notes: This is from Toki's prompt: "shampoo". AU where Tokiya and Hayato are actually identical twins instead of alternate egos.

When Tokiya came back to the apartment, his younger brother was already snoozing on the couch with no intent of moving. Hayato was still dressed in his concert clothes, the elaborate laces and patterns getting wrinkled in the current sleeping position.

"Welcome home, Tokiya," a voice chimed from the kitchen. A mop of red hair popped out from the door. "How was rehearsal?"

"It went well, we should be ready by next week," he replied, his exhaustion finally seeping out in his tone. "What are you doing, Otoya?"

"Ah, Hayato called right after his live and said he wanted to eat my apple pie, so I'm making one for him now."

Tokiya made a face; he knew how sweet Otoya's desserts often turned out to be (not to mention fattening) – but he couldn't deny that the smell emanating from the oven was very nice, especially on a day where he was extra tired.

"It'll be ready in fifteen minutes," Otoya said, hoping that Tokiya would give it a try this time.

"All right, I'll go change first then." He walked over to his brother. "Hayato, get up, let's wash you off."

"Five more minutes nya..."

"No, we have to get you cleaned up, or do you not want to eat the apple pie Otoya worked so hard to make for you?"

At those words, he sat up slowly, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Food nya?"

"Yes, food, but only after you wash up. Come on now." Tokiya hoisted him up by his arms, tugging his hand as he led them to the bathroom. Still in a half-asleep state, Hayato put up no protest as Tokiya stripped him of his clothes and made him sit in the bathtub. The warm water was a little too relaxing, and Hayato found himself starting to doze off again.

...Until Tokiya also slipped in behind him and started to rub and scratch at his scalp vigorously, the scent of their shampoo filling his nostrils. He giggled, leaning back on his older brother's chest, putting his arms on the edges of the tub as if he was king, and Tokiya was his throne.

It was just like when they were younger, and Hayato didn't mind at all that some things never changed.

- Owari -

Authoress' Notes: So I also wanted to turn this into a 3p but I didn't. /still in a fluffy mood