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this is sappy (but it's true)

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They’re in the middle of a rare, incredibly lazy Saturday off when Nico does it to him. He prods Levi’s thigh with the foot he’s got pressed against it until Levi looks up from his book, and then says it, casually. Casually will get the best results.  

“I forgot to tell you, my grandparents are going to be in town next weekend.”

Still is not Levi’s natural state of being, so when he is, it’s unnatural. Nico watches him, trying to keep a straight face. He can practically hear the internal panic that will inevitably spill out as a frantic monologue, and he’s wondering how it’ll start this time. Levi takes a deep breath and Nico sits up a little more, leaning in slightly. 

Luckily, Levi doesn’t pick up on it. 

“So, um,” he begins, folding the corner of his page and tucking his book between the couch and his other thigh. “Why are your grandparents coming to town?”

Nico shrugs, ducks his head as he fights off the grin at the strangled little noise Levi makes. 

“Mom said they wanted to see me in action, you know. I’m an attending now, with a serious boyfriend.”

“Me. I’m the serious boyfriend.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Nico can barely hold back his chuckle. He reaches out, takes one of Levi’s hand with his. 

“How do they even know about me?” Levi tries to gesture despite having an entire extra arm attached to his hand now.

“My mom mentioned you to them.”

“Your mom?” Levi’s voice comes out strangled, high-pitched. Nico allows a grin just until Levi looks at him, barely gets it off his face in time. “I’m not even sure if your mom likes me!”

“She likes you. That’s why she told them about you. And my grandparents are going to love you. I was thinking they could come over and you could cook for them.”

“What?” It’s a full on squeak as Levi’s whole body turns so that he can look at Nico with wide eyes. “No, no no. I’m not cooking for your grandparents the first time I meet them.”

“You’re getting really good at dumplings. You could make them that.”

“Nico Kim, I am not getting good at dumplings and you know it…” Nico can’t keep the grin off of his face with Levi’s sputtering, and as soon as he notices, his boyfriend stops, narrowing his eyes. “You’re messing with me.”

“I am.” Nico leans over, kissing Levi’s cheek. “I already made a reservation, and I told them you could only make it for dessert.”  

Levi’s glare is about as effective as a disgruntled kitten’s. Nico kisses him again, his jaw this time. Levi’s hands push at his chest, but he’s gripping Nico’s shirt so that he can’t actually pull away.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Nico says, and hauls him into his lap.