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Saiko Metori had a problem. A chair-shaped problem. In that his staff kept trying to carry him about on a throne! Now yes, it was a very nice throne - and he’d used it plenty before. But now he was dating Saiki Kusuo (yes!), he wanted to actually, y’know, walk around with him and hold hands. Like a normal couple. Well, aside from Metori being a multi-billionaire and Kusuo being a psychic. Apart from that, they were a completely normal couple.
Yes, completely normal.
It was a nice day at PK Academy. The sun was shining, there were no annoying birds hovering about and Nendou was out with a cold. Ah yes, a most wonderful day for all… if Metori’s bodyguards weren’t chasing him with a throne.
Metori hastened across the courtyard (running was for ple– no, poorer people. He was better than this rudeness) away from the bodyguards. They followed, also hastening.
Kusuo began wishing everyone would just call it speed-walking, rather than being ridiculous and posh.
Metori made it to the doors before the bodyguards, and hurriedly changed his shoes (hurriedly, not quickly… and yes, I know you can hear this Kusuo dear - please help me). The doors mysteriously slammed shut, trapping the bodyguards outside for several tense seconds. Long enough for Metori to slip into the thrum of students.
He continued to hasten until he felt a warm, familiar hand slip into his own.
“Hello Kusuo,” he thought, squeezing the hand.
“Hello Metori - shall we?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Kusuo tugged on Metori’s hand, and the pair slipped down a quieter corridor, heading up towards the roof.
The roof was empty - silent. Blissfully so. As soon as they were alone, Kusuo pulled Metori into a hug. It was surprising for many close to Kusuo to find out just how much he loved a good cuddle - but then, who doesn’t? Kusuo definitely preferred a hug to a kiss - not that Metori minded. Cause in those magical moments when Kusuo kissed… Well, he wasn’t going to describe it. Those kisses were for him, and him alone.
“Stop teasing the readers.”
“Huh?” Metori shot a confused glance at his boyfriend, and only got a sly smirk in return. Same old tease.
The pair heard the thundering of footsteps.
“It’s that stupid throne,” grumbled Metori. “Could we…”
“Sure… shall we head to that nice café?” Metori nodded, already knowing which one Kusuo was talking about.
Kusuo closed his eyes - and then they were apparating, materialising in a quiet, dark alleyway deep in the heart of Paris.
Dates sure were special when your boyfriend could take you anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye, and you could get him into any establishment wherever he brought you.
No, Metori did not need some throne, he didn’t need his bodyguards wandering about after him like some band of creepy stalkers. What he needed was Kusuo, freedom, and the ability to roam, to enjoy the world they were in.
That, and seeing Kusuo’s face when he tasted the sweetness of the finest eclairs in the world - or better yet Kusuo’s face when Kusuo spoon-fed him some of the finest delicacies France could offer.