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“Shouta, have you seen my keys?” Hizashi says, darting into the bathroom.
Shouta jumps and spins around, their toothbrush still sticking out of their mouth. Their husband’s eyes are wide, his sunglasses slipped down his nose, and his fingers run over the studs on the elbows of his leather jacket.
“No, I haven’t,” they say. “Can you remember the last place you saw them?”
Hizashi frowns. “Uh… I had them yesterday when I let myself in after work, but…”
Shouta has to roll their eyes. After all, this sort of thing has happened at least once a week in the fifteen years they have known Hizashi. He loses stuff all the time, forgetting where he put it and getting confused and then stressed. He’s always been like this; Shouta wonders if it’s because his ADHD gives him short term memory problems. But whatever the cause, it just proves that Hizashi is a total scatterbrain.
“Hizashi, I don’t want to seem patronising, but… have you checked your pockets?” Shouta asks. “After all, you might have put them back in your pocket instead of on the sideboard yesterday. Just a thought.”
Hizashi smiles awkwardly at them, but shoves his hands into the pockets of his leather pants. His eyebrows pinch into a nervous frown, and his empty hands go up to his head. He goes to grab at his gelled hair, but Shouta grabs his wrists, stopping him.
“Nope, not there. Oh crap, Shou, what if someone’s stolen my keys?” he says, pulling his hands from their grip and bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.
“Calm down,” they say firmly. “’Zashi, try your other pockets.”
And the rather stressed Hizashi reaches into his jacket pockets… and pulls out his keys.
He sighs, giggling in relief, and Shouta rolls their eyes.