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At eight in the evening Akaashi heard a soft knock on his condo's door. He walk whilst wiping his hand dry, wet from rinsing off paint splattered in his hands. He tilted his head slightly, thinking who could it be. He didn't order anything nor did he have a friend visiting. But the second he opened the door, a smile crept instantly in his lips.
"Hey." the man said, showing the plastic bag he had in hand. "Dinner?" he added whilst shaking the bag lightly.
"Hmm." Akaashi answered, nodding slightly. He opened the door wide and stepped aside so as to welcome the man inside.
They silently moved around the kitchen in complete harmony. Akaashi's setting the plates and utensils they'll use while Bokuto's transferring the food from the plastic to a bowl—the one Bokuto gave him for Christmas a year ago—adorned with two owls looking so much like them.
"Itadakimasu!" they both said. Smiling at each other before eating in completely comfortable silence.
For others, it is unlikely that Bokuto eats in complete silence. But, for the years they've been together Akaashi knew it is not unlikely at all. Truth be told, he was baffled the first time he experienced it. He was expecting to have a lunch with Bokuto full of conversation, stories or blabbers but when lunch time came none of it happened at all. He would only often hear a soft 'hm' from Bokuto, indicating the food was great, and nothing more.
After dinner, conversation flowed like water between them, unyielding. The only time they stopped talking with each other was when they were in bed, ready to have a deep slumber in each other's embrace.
"Goodnight, aro." Bokuto whispered just after snuggling in Akaashi's neck.
"Goodnight, love. Sleepwell." Akaashi replied, entertwining his hand with Bokuto's free hand.