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It was official. Adachi was moving in, as evidenced by the suitcases he was currently bringing into Kurosawa’s--now their --apartment.
“I got it Adachi, don’t worry,” Kurosawa said smoothly, grabbing the suitcase in Adachi’s hand and putting it on the bed in one long motion.
“Ah, thanks,” Adachi mumbled, wondering where, exactly, he was supposed to put all his stuff. It was a lot of stuff, actually, all crammed in a small apartment.
“Is this your clothes, Adachi?” Kurosawa asked as he opened the suitcase. “If so, I can put them away!” He sounded far too eager and Adachi was loath to dampen his fun.
“Yeah, it is, thank you. I guess I’ll…ummm...put away my art supplies?”
“I cleared a spot for them, if you want to use it, in the living room,” Kurosawa suddenly looked very unsure, which weirdly enough reassured Adachi. He wasn’t the only nervous one.
“Sure,” Adachi nodded, going to the living room and finding the cleared spot, with nails nearby. Kurosawa had thought of everything, clearly noticing the board Adachi had in his old apartment.
He had just found the suitcase that held all of his beloved supplies when Kurosawa called for him.
“What is it?” Adachi asked.
“Which clothes are your pajamas?”
“Oh, the track pants and t-shirts.”
“Is that all you have?” Kurosawa sounded indignant.
“Yes…?”
Kurosawa looked vaguely annoyed. “Come on,” he said. “Let me get you some real pajamas.”
“What?”
Adachi found himself in a fancy department store, surrounded by pajamas. He had a feeling that Kurosawa would buy him anything he wished, but he didn’t want super fancy pajamas. He was truly fine with t-shirts and hoodies and track pants, which seemed to offend Kurosawa now that Adachi was his.
“Can I help you, sir?” a well-dressed lady asked him.
“No thank you,” Kurosawa answered politely but firmly, relieving Adachi of the need to stammer out a no.
“Just let me know if you do,” she replied before bowing and leaving.
“You liked the ones I gave to you that one night, right?”
“Mhm, they were soft,” Adachi agreed.
“Then a few of those, and some summer sets too.”
“Kurosawa, please don’t go crazy for me,” Adachi said. “I’m truly fine with what I have.”
“But you deserve these,” Kurosawa argued. Adachi didn’t need magic to know that Kurosawa was thinking of him in the pajamas by the way his eyes glazed over. He had a funny feeling that Kurosawa was thinking of them in matching pajamas in that fantasy of his. He sighed, hoping it wouldn’t take too long. After all, they were just pajamas.
“When you were a kid, what kind of pajamas did you wear?” Kurosawa asked once they were in bed, indeed in matching pajamas.
“Mmmm...my favorite was this green sweater type, with a camouflage T-Rex on it,” Adachi said after some thought.
“That sounds so cute,” Kurosawa said. “Why’d you switch to t-shirts and track pants?”
“Convenience, mostly. Didn’t see the point in spending money on clothes for sleep .”
“Mmm. These are comfy though, right?”
“Very. Maybe you’re right.”
“See?”
Adachi rolled over and stuck his tongue out. Kurosawa fake gasped and put his hand over his heart.
“How dare you be that cute! It’s unfair!”
“Mushy.”
“Only for you, Adachi, only for you.”