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“Girls, remember that we’re having company over tonight.” Shichi told his two daughters, looking over their chosen outfits for the evening with a fond smile. “Are you both going to wear those?”
“Yep!” Mairu said happily, planting her hands on her hips and displaying the brightly colored T-shirt proudly. “Daddy like?”
“Yes, Daddy likes it a lot.” Shichi laughed, reaching a hand out to fix the crooked collar. “He thinks it shows your personality.”
“Yay.” Kururi cheered quietly, spinning around in her own neon T-shirt, smiling widely at the Russian man. “Glad for Daddy.”
“Gah! Why are you two wearing those outfits?!” A screech sounded from the living room.
Shichi and the twins looked over to see a horrified Izaya carrying an armful of the decorations that he was setting up around the living room, his gaze directed right at the twins. “You can’t wear neon shirts and shorts that don’t match!” The frantic boy snapped, his eyes raking up and down his sisters’ bodies at lightning speed. “You look like neon watermelons! Go change!”
Mairu pouted in her neon pink T-shirt and neon green shorts, looking up at Shichi with big eyes. “Do we have to?” She asked, clearly hoping for him to say they didn’t.
Kururi copied the motion in her neon green T-shirt and neon pink shorts, not saying anything and just letting her sister and her big mournful eyes speak for her instead.
“Izaya, they’re toddlers.” Shichi chuckled, ruffling the twins’ hair and smiling at his son. “And this isn’t some big fancy party. No one cares what you all look like. They can wear these if they want.”
Izaya looked uncertain of that fact, but he also looked at least little pacified by the explanation. Shichi didn’t blame his hesitation. The boy was only used to huge fancy parties and events where tuxedos, suits, and ballgown dresses were the norm and where matching was a complete necessity. Small intimate gatherings between friends weren’t really up his alley of expertise.
Shichi planned to change that, of course. But it was a work in progress.
“If you say so.” The raven finally said, sighing and shaking his head in disapproval at the neon watermelons cheering happily in front of him. Then he gave Shichi a harsh look, his red eyes narrowed harshly at his father as he said, “But they better dress nicely when they start going to school.”
Shichi laughed and nodded reassuringly at his worrywart of a son, glancing down at the two dancing little girls in front of him briefly before gently grabbing their shoulders and directing them to look at their brother.
“Now you tell your big brother that you’re going to dress nicely whenever you go out in public.” He told them, icy blue eyes locking with their big brown ones. Once they were both looking at him, Shichi winked and added, “It’ll calm him down.”
The twins giggled at Shichi’s conspirational whisper, and then looked back over at their glaring brother. “We will dress nicely when we go outside.” Both chanted at the same time. “Не волнуйся (Ne volnuysya/don’t worry)!”
Izaya huffed and rolled his eyes, disappearing back into the living room and continuing his set-up for the party. “Волко́в боя́ться, в лес не ходи́ть (Volkóv boyát'sya, v les ne khodít'/To be afraid of the wolves means to not go into the forest).” They heard him mutter grumpily as he started getting things pinned up to the walls.
Both twins frowned and looked at Shichi in confusion.
The Russian man grinned and ruffled their hair at the adorable looks on their faces as they stared at him, unable to believe how freaking cute all his children were. “He’s just saying that he’s paranoid.” Shichi told them, and both girls’ eyes widened in understanding, the two toddlers giggling and hugging Shichi’s legs tightly as a way of saying thanks for the translation.
Too freaking cute. Shichi was going to have so many problems telling them not to do stuff when they got older. They were going to be too adorable to resist without Izaya around, making sure they stayed in line.
Although it wasn’t like Izaya was going to go too far away. He’d picked the college he wanted already and had passed the entrance exams for it just a week ago. It was actually in the same prefecture and area as Shichi’s house, but Izaya wanted to live on the campus in the dorms so he could see what it was like to live away from family. Shichi had no objections. He thought it was a fabulous idea for young people to live on their own for a while, even though he knew that in Izaya’s case it was more out of wanting to have some personal space for the first time in his life than needing to learn to be independent.
No matter the reason that Izaya was moving away, Shichi was happy for his son. The boy was finally going to be able to get the education that he wanted, and Shichi knew he would thrive in that psychology pathway he was taking. Izaya was really excited for college, and even though he tried to hide it, Shichi knew that Izaya was also dying to know what college his boyfriend was going to.
They’d both taken the entrance exams not too long ago, but Izaya hadn’t heard from Shizuo whether or not he’d gotten in, even though he always brought it up when they talked on the phone every day.
Shichi was figuring that either Shizuo hadn’t gotten in and that he was ashamed to tell Izaya that all that extra tutoring over the last year and a half hadn’t paid off, or that he was hiding some kind of big surprise from the raven which he was going to tell him at this party.
“A going away party!” Izaya sang happily from the living room, his spirits restored as he thought about the guests coming over. “A going away party for me and Shizu-chan! It’s going to be great! And now he definitely won’t be able to avoid my questions about college!”
Shichi laughed at the evil glee in Izaya’s voice as he talked about getting the information out of his boyfriend no matter what he needed to do, reminded of a Russian he’d once worked with in the mafia whose main job had been to interrogate all their captured enemies.
No one was able to keep information from that crazy man for long. Shichi suspected it would be the same with his crazy son.
“Just make sure you don’t do anything illegal!” Shichi called into the living room, returning to the kitchen where he and Izaya had been tag-teaming dinner.
“I won’t!” Izaya’s voice called back as Shichi began stirring the yakisoba noodles while they boiled. “Oh, Fluffles! There you are!”
Izaya’s attention was suddenly caught by the appearance of Shichi’s cat, which Shichi had discovered soon after bringing the twins and Izaya home absolutely adored the Orihara siblings. Fluffles had a special liking for Izaya, and the two had been practically inseparable since day one. They slept together, they went for morning runs together, Izaya studied with Fluffles either on his lap or his desk, Fluffles apparently offered advice on the outfits Izaya picked for dates with Shizuo (how the cat did this, Shichi had no idea), and sometimes Fluffles even accompanied Shichi when he went to pick Izaya up from school so that they could meet up even sooner.
Yes, those two were like best friends. A big fluffy black cat and a lovely fluffy-haired raven, together until the bitter end.
“Shichi!” Izaya came running into the kitchen right as Shichi began wondering if Fluffles would find a way to reincarnate into a new cat once his current body died just to keep following Izaya around, startling the Russian out of his musings about cats’ lives.
The blonde-haired man spun around, looking in shock at his son as the raven dashed over to him, latching onto his chest and hugging him tightly.
A black ball of fluff sauntered into the kitchen right after Izaya, rubbing up against the boy’s leg and purring.
Shichi rolled his eyes, praying that cats didn’t actually reincarnate because he wasn’t sure if he could handle Fluffles for more than one life. “Hello, Fluffles. Good to see you, too.” The teacher said obligingly, subtly pushing the cat away with his foot.
The disgruntled feline huffed at him, sitting back a few steps and glaring at the icy-eyed man, but refusing to leave the kitchen entirely until Izaya did so as well.
Inseparable. You just couldn’t have one Fluffles without the other.
“Right then.” Shichi turned his attention to his son, gently smoothing down the raven hair on the head that was buried in his chest. “Did something happen? What’s wrong, мой котенок (moy ko’tenok/my kitten)?”
“Oh, nothing is wrong.” Izaya assured him, finally pulling out of Shichi’s chest to look up at him with a smile, arms still wrapped around Shichi’s body. “I just…I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me and the girls. Again.”
Shichi laughed and kissed Izaya’s forehead, wondering if the raven would ever grow out of this phase.
Maybe once a week, if not more, Izaya would randomly run up to Shichi, hug him tightly and bury his face in the Russian’s chest, and thank him for everything he’d done. It had been over a year since Shichi had adopted the Orihara siblings now. He hardly though there was anything Izaya needed to thank him for. They were his children.
“I love you three.” Shichi told him son, stroking his raven hair with a fond smile. “I’d do anything for you little ones. There’s no need to thank a father for helping his children.”
“Still.” Izaya shrugged, hugging Shichi tightly one last time. “Thank you.”
Shichi hugged Izaya back, closing his eyes and enjoying the sweet moment for just a few seconds. If he was being totally honest with himself, Shichi almost hoped Izaya didn’t grow out of this phase. It was nice to be appreciated and all, but what Shichi really liked about these moments was the closeness he felt with Izaya, and the love they still displayed for each other even though Izaya was growing up way too fast. He liked being close to his son. He liked that his son wasn’t embarrassed to hug him or be hugged back.
He was going to miss Izaya when he left for college.
“You’re welcome, Fluffles.” Shichi said softly, pressing a small kiss to the top of the boy’s head. They stood like that for a few more seconds, just holding onto each other as dinner sizzled gently in the air around them and the clock ticked closer to when the first of their guests would arrive.
Truthfully, Shichi wasn’t ready to let his son go when the raven pulled back, giving Shichi a big smile and a small kiss on the cheek before skipping off to the living room to finish his party preparations. Shichi was sure Fluffles the cat knew that because he gave Shichi one of those all-knowing, pointed cat stares before trotting after his best friend, meowing plaintively.
“Oh, Fluffles! I’m coming!” Izaya cried, the raven no doubt running back over to pick up the needy cat before returning to his work.
That cat was spoiled. Shichi was so going to sick the twins on him later and tell them to play dress-up with him.
The Russian shook his head and examined the few dinner dishes that were still cooking. Only the yakisoba really had anything left to do on it, and that was mostly just stirring until it finished boiling in a few minutes. The cooked rice was finished and set aside in a nice serving dish. The pickled vegetables were all done and waiting in a large bowl on the counter. Izaya’s famous curry pot pies were sitting enticingly on their baking tray, making Shichi’s mouth water just by staring at them. And the fruit desserts were safely hidden in the fridge, away from the eyes of the twins and Shizuo (for when that sweet-toothed maniac arrived).
Yep. All Shichi had to do was wait for the yakisoba to be done, and dinner was complete.
“Izaya, how are the decorations coming along?” Shichi called, wanting to get a feel for what was left to do. He was pretty sure the living room was Izaya’s last stop in getting the house set up for the party, but he wanted to be sure.
“Almost done!” Izaya called back. “Me and Fluffles are putting up the last streamer now.”
“Yeah, somehow I don’t think Fluffles is actually doing anything, but whatever.” Shichi muttered, still smiling at the idea of Izaya holding the fat cat up in the air and trying to get him to hang up something with those thick paws.
“Daddy!” Mairu screeched, running into the kitchen with her sister following close behind.
Shichi looked down at the adorable neon watermelons that he called his daughters, noting the urgent looks on their faces with a single raised eyebrow.
“Yes?” He asked, waiting to see what the problem was.
“People are coming!” Mairu yelled, jumping up and down and waving her arms like a crazy person.
“Arrived early.” Kururi agreed, her face just as urgent even if her voice and actions weren’t.
“Say what?!” Shichi cried, dropping his spoon and running over to the nearest window to peer out at their driveway.
Indeed, it seemed like the Heiwajimas had arrived early, bearing gifts no less, and were now walking up to the front door with excited looks on their faces, ready to head inside.
Oh Mother Russia.
“Izaya, go upstairs and get changed! Your boyfriend’s here!” Shichi called in warning to his son, running over to answer the front door.
“What?!” The raven screeched, a blur of black whooshing by Shichi on his way to the door and dashing up the wooden stairs that led to his bedroom. “Why didn’t you give me an earlier warning?! I’m not even close to being ready! Gah! Stupid Shizu-chan! Why is he arriving early?!”
The raven continued his panicked rant even after the door to his room was yanked open and slammed shut, and all three of the other house occupants could hear his frantic words, switching between Japanese and Russian as he yanked some clothes on.
“Ah…teenagers.” Shichi sighed fondly, even though he knew it was really just Izaya.
He looked down at the two girls who were bouncing and dancing and laughing happily in front of the door, ready to see their other parents for the first time in about a month.
“Girls, could you stir the yakisoba and pour it out while I answer the door? Izaya’s been teaching you that, right?” He asked, looking between the two happy toddlers with a smile.
Both girls stopped and saluted him with big grins, dashing off for the kitchen in delight without saying a word. They loved practicing their cooking skills whenever Shichi or Izaya gave them the chance to. It was one of their favorite past-times besides giving their brother heart attacks.
While the twins ran off, the doorbell rang, dragging Shichi’s attention back over to the front door and the arrival of his guests.
“Right! Hold up a moment!” He called, undoing the locks on the door and flinging it wide open with a grin. “Welcome to the party!”
***
Shizuo hadn’t seen Izaya in an eternity.
Well, it had really only been about a week, but it still felt like an eternity to the blonde. He loved his raven-haired angel more than anything else on the planet, and being apart from him was always one of the hardest parts of Shizuo’s day.
He couldn’t wait until they were both grown up with jobs and could buy a house together. He wanted to see the raven every day in the morning when he woke up and every night when they both got back from work. He wanted to hold Izaya if he needed support during the day and close to him when they cuddled at night. He wanted to kiss him and hug him and hold his hands and everything else that couples were supposed to do. He loved being with Izaya, and he couldn’t wait to see him again.
Truth be told, it was Shizuo’s fault that his family was so early to Shichi’s party today. He made sure every single one of his family members had been ready 30 minutes earlier than planned, rushed them out of the house the instant Kasuka had finished wrapping up the final present, and wouldn’t stop bouncing in the back seat to encourage his father to drive faster once they were actually in the car and heading over.
He couldn’t help it! He’d needed to see Izaya.
“One week, Shizu-chan!” The lovely voice was scolding him as they ate together on the couch, Kichirou and Shichi attempting to set up the going-away video that all the adults had prepared for their college-bound children. “We haven’t seen each other for one week! That’s not such a long time! Would an extra hour really have killed you?”
“I wanted to see you.” Shizuo protested, leaning over to plant a kiss on Izaya’s forehead. “Can you blame me for wanting to see my perfect boyfriend as soon as possible?”
“I’m not perfect. You just have low standards.” Izaya muttered, his cheeks blushing red as he refused to look at his boyfriend.
Shizuo chuckled at the reaction, his arm slung around the raven’s shoulders as they waited on their fathers.
“You two lovebirds look so cute together.” Hajime chuckled from his seat on the other side of the living room, his arm slung around his own date, a stoic-faced boy that Izaya had set him up with named Riku. Izaya told Shizuo that he knew Riku from an old business proposition, and the purple bandana around his arm gave Shizuo some pause as to what kind of proposition that was, but Riku actually seemed like a pretty nice guy. And more importantly, he seemed like the kind of hard-ass who could and would easily beat Hajime up if he stepped out of line. There was a certain dynamic to that relationship which Shizuo appreciated.
“Hajime, you need to start eating.” Riku told his boyfriend, holding up a plate of food with that same stoic expression. “Before I start shoving it down your throat.”
“Alright, alright!” Hajime held his free hand up in the air in surrender, a happy look in his electric blue eyes nonetheless as he smiled at the tough-looking boy. “I’ll start eating, my grumpy cyber bully.”
“Hush up. Stuff your face.” Riku said flatly, dropping the plate on Hajime’s lap and leaning onto his shoulder in the same motion.
Yeah. Definitely an interesting dynamic. But Shizuo had to admit that they made a great, if somewhat odd pair.
“Kasu-nii, you’re gonna marry us, right?” Mairu demanded from over in the corner, sitting right on Kasuka’s lap and glaring at him pointedly. “You said you would. I remember.”
“I remember, too.” Kururi added, snuggled up into his side and clutching his arm tightly. “Kasu-nii gonna marry us both.”
“I only said it because you two asked me to say that to you for your birthday.” Kasuka told them flatly, looking between the two little girls with that expressionless face of his. “That was the only present you wanted from me.”
“Yeah! Cuz we want Kasu-nii to marry us!” Mairu said like it was obvious, knocking on Kasuka’s head to check if he was still in there. “Keep up!”
“Love Kasu-nii. Gonna marry Kasu-nii.” Kururi agreed, nuzzling into him.
“Well girls, I’m going to marry Shizu-chan first so that might not work out.” Izaya told them, hugging Shizuo’s arm and practically purring as he rubbed against the tall blonde.
“What?” Mairu demanded, jumping to her feet in Kasuka’s lap and looking like she was getting ready to throw down. “We’re gonna marry Kasu-nii before you marry Shizu-nii!”
“Nuh uh!” Izaya argued, shaking his head and sticking his tongue out at her. “I love Shizu-chan more!”
“Do not!” Mairu argued back, stomping her little foot indignantly.
“Do so!” Izaya retorted, not giving in the slightest bit.
“Do not!” Mairu yelled.
“Do so!” Izaya sang.
“Okay, that’s enough!” Shichi said cheerfully, clapping his hands and smiling at them all, although the dangerous look in his icy eye undermined the cheer. “Get stop yapping and get into your assembled couple positions!”
“Right! Come here, my love!” Kazimir sang, patting on his lap and winking at Shichi playfully. “I saved you a seat.”
“Idiot.” Shichi huffed, glaring at his own lover with a small blush beginning to coat his cheeks.
Namiko laughed at the reaction, her warm eyes sparkling as her husband came and sat down beside her. “You two boys need to grow up.” She teased, snickering when Shichi turned his glare on her.
“Aw, just go and sit on your lover’s lap, my man.” Kichirou grinned, not even flinching when the icy look of rage moved to him next.
“Come on!” Kazimir whined, bouncing his knees and pouting. “I’ve been waiting patiently for like, five hours!”
“Fifteen minutes!” Shichi argued back, scrubbing a hand over his face in exasperation. “You’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes, Kazimir!”
“I think clinginess runs in the tall guy gene.” Izaya announced, giving Shizuo a pointed look.
Shizuo pretended to be very interested in his yakisoba, shoveling another bite into his mouth without looking up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said casually, still holding Izaya close to him without letting go.
“Mmhm. Sure.” Izaya rolled his eyes, but there was still a smile on his face nonetheless.
As Shichi went over and forced Kazimir to scoot over in the chair so they could share it, Kichirou stood up and cleared his throat to make an announcement.
“Right!”He said with a grin, looking around the room at them all. “Our little pow-wow is all assembled, and so the very important announcement can be made!”
He gestured to Shizuo, and Shizuo tried not to shrink back when every eye in the room landed on him.
“I wasn’t ready for this.” The blonde muttered, wondering if he could hide behind his boyfriend before his father marched over to drag him to the front of the room.
“Go on up there! Tell us the announcement!” Said boyfriend ordered, grabbing Shizuo’s arm and yanking him off the couch, using one small but powerful foot to kick him over to his evil father.
So much for hiding.
Shizuo sighed in defeat and trudged over to his happy father, standing next to the grinning man sullenly.
“Now then son, tell them all about what college you’re going to!” Kichirou sang happily, sitting back down beside his wife and leaving Shizuo standing on his own in the middle of the room.
Shizuo shot him a brief glare for this act of betrayal, but when he saw the excited way that Izaya was leaning forward, desperate to hear what Shizuo was going to say next, and hanging on his every word, he just couldn’t detract from what he’d been hiding so far.
“Alright,” Shizuo took a deep breath, looking right at Izaya with a shy smile. “I got the results of my college entrance exams a little while ago, and you should know that I got into Ikebukuro Community College.”
“Good for you!” Shichi clapped his hands, nodding in approval at the news and smiling widely at the boy giving it. “That was the one your friend Kadota is going to, right?”
Shizuo nodded, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly as he looked over at his boyfriend.
Izaya was beaming happily at him, red eyes sparkling with joy at Shizuo’s achievement. “I’m so proud of you, Shizu-chan!” He said with a huge grin on his face. “All my tutoring you got you through high school and through college entrance exams!”
“Yeah well, that’s not the really big announcement.” Shizuo said with a nervous laugh, glancing over at his parents who nodded at him encouragingly.
Shizuo nodded back and then turned to look at Izaya again, smiling right at his small boyfriend. “What you didn’t know was that I also took the entrance exam for another university.” He told the raven, and Izaya’s eyes widened.
“Wait…what?” He asked, leaning forward in his seat, and staring intently at Shizuo.
Shizuo smiled at the raven and reached into his back pocket, pulling out the acceptance letter that he’d been hiding from Izaya ever since he’d gotten it.
“I got into Kyoto University.” Shizuo said simply, holding up the letter with the seal of the college on it. “Izaya…we’re going to the same college next year!”
Izaya’s hands instantly clapped over his mouth, his red eyes wide as he stared at Shizuo in shock.
Shizuo didn’t blame him. Kyoto University was tied as the top university in Japan with the University of Tokyo itself, and it was extremely hard to get into. Everyone knew that Izaya would make it no problem. He was the smartest kid in their entire school and (thanks to Shichi) he’d also been able to join a few clubs and sports teams in order to pad his resume in his final year of high school. His spot was practically guaranteed. But Shizuo? He knew for a fact that he would never have gotten in, heck, he would never have even applied, if not for his incredible boyfriend Izaya.
“I could never have passed that entrance exam without you.” Shizuo admitted, smiling right at Izaya. “But I did…and you and I are going to Kyoto University next year.”
Izaya stared at Shizuo in shock for a few more seconds, the smallest traces of tears entering his beautiful red eyes, before he leapt to his feet and charged at Shizuo, grabbing the larger boy in a tight hug and burying his face in his chest.
“We can live in the same dorm room!” The boy chanted happily, squeezing Shizuo as tight as he could. “We can arrange our schedules so that we can have lunch together every day! I can help you with your homework! We can go on walks around the campus! I can make us dinner and breakfast! We’ll see each other all the time!”
“Haha, yeah!” Shizuo laughed, hugging his boyfriend back tightly and burying his own face in Izaya’s hair, taking in the incredible scent that he’d gone from hating to loving in what felt like no time at all. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
“Oh my god! This really is reason to celebrate!” Shichi laughed, jumping to his feet and clapping his hands excitedly. “I’m gonna break out the vodka!”
He paused and looked at his little girls, who were both watching him with confused expressions.
“What’s vodka?” Mairu asked, brow scrunched up as she tried to remember which Russian word that was.
“Uh…it’s adult juice.” Shichi said awkwardly, still edging towards the kitchen to grab the alcohol. “You can’t have any.”
“Aw!” Mairu pouted, crossing her arms and huffing indignantly. “But I’m a big adult, too!”
“Not this kind of adult, my dear.” Shichi muttered, the whole room laughing at the pout that spread over Mairu’s face at being denied a second time.
“Don’t worry about it, girls. I won’t drink any either.” Izaya promised, and this seemed to appease the young ones a bit as they nodded and went back to laying out their wedding plans to Kasuka.
Izaya shook his head at how quickly they moved on, then looked back up at Shizuo, that happy look still shining in his eyes.
“I can’t believe we’re going to the same college!” He said joyfully, stepping up on his tiptoes so he could plant a kiss on Shizuo’s lips.
Shizuo eagerly kissed his boyfriend back, reveling in the feeling of the soft lips against his own, and no longer caring about all the eyes fixed right on him. As long as he had Izaya, nothing else mattered.
As Shichi, Kazimir, Kichirou, Namiko, Hajime, and Riku (all of them adults of drinking age – Hajime and Riku both being 20 years old) argued over who was going to pour the vodka and how much each person was getting, and the twins continued to accost Kasuka, Izaya and Shizuo just kept their lips locked together and blocked the rest of the world out.
Finally, Izaya pulled away from Shizuo, still smiling brightly at his tall boyfriend, the two of them just holding onto each other and enjoying the other’s presence.
“You know,” Izaya said softly, his red eyes locked with Shizuo’s golden ones. “I just realized something very important.”
“That you love me?” Shizuo teased, kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head with a smile.
Izaya giggled and pushed him away, shaking his head firmly. “No. That’s already common knowledge.” He scolded his boyfriend, tapping at Shizuo’s nose with a smile of his own. “I’m talking about a very important revelation about the two of us and what we are.”
Shizuo cocked his head to the side, thinking about everything the two of them had been through and all the different revelations that Izaya could have had as a result of those events.
Crazy tutoring sessions and odd looks at school.
Interrogative friends and special bento boxes.
First dates and meeting families.
Possessive ex-boyfriends and kidnappings.
Fist fights and hospital trips.
Gang wars and near-fatal bullet wounds.
Horrible parents and law suits.
Adoptions processes and finishing school.
College entrance exams and going-away parties.
All of those things, so many things, that had happened in the short time they’d been together. Shizuo had realized many things about himself and about the wonderful raven in front of him in that time period. Realizations about who he was and what he was. Realizations about who he loved and what he would do for them. Realizations about how he couldn’t live without the person standing right here before him. In all that time, what could Izaya himself have realized about the two of them?
“Do you wanna hear my revelation?” Izaya sang, poking playfully at Shizuo’s nose with that same happy smile on his face.
“You know I wouldn’t want to hear anything else.” Shizuo said honestly, kissing his boyfriend on the forehead.
“Alright then. Here it is.” Izaya began, pulling back from Shizuo and looking around his home slowly, taking in the warm atmosphere of the place he belonged in, listening to the sounds of his father, friends, and family arguing in the kitchen, watching his little sisters happily play with a brother/future fiancé that they adored, and holding onto the waist of the boy who loved him more than anything else in the world.
He turned to look back at Shizuo with a happy smile, a small tear of joy rolling down his cheek as he said, “A cat is the same as a dog.”
The End
