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Air smelled like a lot of things.
Sometimes it's clean. Sometimes it's mixed with smoke...or cake...
That's the first thing Katsuya smelled when he came home from his night classes.
"I'm home." He announced.
He took of his shoes and set his bag aside. Walking to where the sweet scent of baked sugar and vanilla was taking him.
A kitchen. The dishes were newly washed since they were dripping. The table was quite newly wiped. In the middle of it, there stood his co-worker, now lover, Arataka. Humming as he took out what Katsuya assumes to be cake.
Arataka felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist, "Smells good.." Katsuya said as he kissed the younger one's neck and rested his head on his shoulder. "What is it?"
"It's cheesecake." He giggled. Katsuya loved cheesecakes.
Arataka took a slice, and fed a spoon full to him.
The cake was sweet. But not too sweet.
It was sweet like Arataka. Like his soft laugh, his touches. The way he's being treated. The perfect kind of sweet.
"What do you think?"
"I think it's sweet."