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Weekend.
A period of time awaited by all, a break from the tiring repeat of work, go home, and work again. Something to look forward to while working endlessly on the weekdays, even if the person ended up only sleeping the weekend away. Just a quiet time to spend at home for some and the perfect chance to hang out for others―doing exciting things.
Technically, with the usual strain of his work and his limitation at what he could do in public, Furuya should be the former of the two. But in reality, it wasn't as simple as that.
Yes, he was currently at his apartment on the weekend. Or at least what he would say as Amuro Tooru's address out of all his secret houses.
Was he not working then? The answer to that would be, no.
With the unique circumstance he had, acting the part of multiple identities and the amount of things he would like to be done during the week, he would usually just stay at office for the weekend at times to finish with paperworks and any other desk works so his hands wouldn't be tied later on if he was called by organization or had to deal with the on-site jobs. Everything for the sake of his justice, he would say. So that he could perfectly accomplish what was demanded of the ZERO's ace.
All things considered, he would have liked to work some more but if Kazami caught wind of him working the weekends again like he had been doing for the last month, he might get scolded by his kind subordinate―he was a bit troublesome to deal with when needed be, probably fair enough though considering how Furuya was on the daily as a boss―so he couldn't possibly stay in the office. Especially when there was nothing urgent going on.
Which led to the now. Him sitting cross-legged in front of the low table in his apartment, typing away at his laptop while the door to the balcony was opened―letting in the warm sunlight and cool breezes of this beautiful day.
In conclusion, he decided to work from home.
The place he worked at didn't matter though. The main problem here...―
A melody hummed gleefully spread out across the serene atmosphere in his abode, his ears involuntarily tuning to it while the other continued to sway to the beat as he hung laundry to dry on the balcony. Furuya could catch a glimpse out of the corner of his vision of the other's cute appearance, wearing his shirt that seemed too big for the other.
―Yes. It was none other than his adorable lover, Kuroba Kaito.
The young man stayed over often enough in Furuya's place to be considered basically living there. And today was no different, the other having visited early in the morning and insisted on staying there for the weekend even when Furuya told him that he would be busy with work on his laptop.
"Eh, it's fine, right? I still get to spend time around you and I would be alone anyway back home..." Kaito had replied casually, already settling in and playing with Haro who had welcomed him with the utmost excitement. The younger had told him that Furuya could continue working while he took care of the chores around the place.
Furuya could not say no to that bright grin of his and thus here they were. Here he was, indeed working but horribly suffering from the cuteness that just poured out from everything that his lover did.
Why did Kaito have to wear Furuya's used shirt while hanging the laundry? It was a very important question and yet it remained deep in his throat―gulped down from his determination to finish all of his work already and embrace the precious white dove of his―okay, stop straying, my mind!
Furuya sighed deeply and Kaito perked up from where he was, glancing back worriedly at the older one but not saying anything because he thought the blonde was still deep in his work.
Deep into those sapphire eyes, actually. Furuya thought, fingers still worked diligently at the keyboard despite the chaotic inner workings of his mind.
Kaito hummed absentmindedly before resuming what he was doing, pushing down the urge to poke and prod attention from his busy boyfriend. He shouldn't really bother him, right? He looked down at the sleeves that went over his wrists and almost covered his palms fully, a different idea appearing in his mind at the reminder that this was really Furuya's shirt.
When he had snatched it, he didn't think much of it at first but wearing it like this....
He brought one hand up curiously to sniff at the too-long sleeve, immediately met with the calm scent that he was always engulfed with when they cuddled or simply leaned on each other. It made him giggle, muffling the sound of it with the soft fabric. Hehe, Rei-san's smell...
...Unbeknownst to him, Furuya had glanced at the wrong timing (or well, perfect timing depending on how you see it) and caught the whole thing.
A thud resounded in the room.
"Rei-san?!"
The public security police officer was once again being held back from his work, slamming his head down onto the poor keyboard of his laptop as the source of his problem called over in a panic from the loud noise.
Ah, this will be a long day. Furuya thought mournfully.