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The doorbell rang throughout the rundown apartment, reaching Niki’s ears in a matter of seconds. With an annoyed grunt, he drops the spatula he held in his hand, letting it clutter into the pot of soup. It won’t be long, the soup won’t overcook.
A knock is followed, and Niki shouts ‘coming!,’ unlocking the door. In front of him was his stupid boyfriend, Nice. He was in his usual getup that on an objective basis, was ugly; to Niki, it was charming in its own way. He’s standing there with a bag of presumably snacks from the convenience store on the corner, where he and Rinne will stop for snacks.
Nonetheless, he’s sure Nice is here for something. Usually, it was for sex; not to say he only met him up for sex—his apartment was just the closest. “Hi,” he grins, “I’m here. Mind lettin’ me in?”
“. . . sure,” Niki murmurs, standing aside, “Hurry up, though. I’m cooking.”
“‘Course you are, Shiina,” Nice keeps his sleazy grin, “always eating and shoving your face full of food. But, that’s who you are, yeah?”
Niki grumbles and lowers the heat on the stove, ultimately turning it off. Nice digresses on his earlier question, keeping the silence—save for the cluttering and clanging of pots and pans as Niki starts on a new course. Nice walks in, takes his shoes off, drops the bag of snacks onto the glass coffee table, and wraps his arms around Niki’s waist.
“What do you want this time? I can’t fuck now, I’m cooking,” Niki states bluntly, searing a piece of salmon. Nice presses a soft kiss to the side of Niki’s neck, humming.
“Nothing in particular,” He murmurs, watching Niki cook. “Can’t I spend time with my boyfriend? Especially since he’s gonna give birth to my kids . . . or kid. After this one, let’s make another. I want a whole—”
“—unit, I know. I’m not givin’ you enough for a full unit. Set the dinner table—Rinne-kun is gonna come soon,” Niki orders, putting rice in the rice cooker. The dim light gave off a soft glow to the whole room, just barely brightening the room. The soft hum of Niki’s voice puts Nice at ease, and he finds himself in the rhythm of setting the table.
“You didn’t say that while we were doing it,” Nice, of course, gives Niki a shit-eating grin and all Niki can do is hold up the ladle used to scoop up soup as a threat. “You kept screaming my name, asking me for—”
“Okay, that’s enough! Come on, help out food on the table!” He shouts, and under his breath, he murmurs. “No better than Rinne-kun. Why do I do this to myself?”
“You love me, that’s why. You love me so~o much to the point you’ll have my baby!” He teases, seemingly having heard Niki mutter under his breath. He finishes setting the table and goes to wrap his arms around Niki’s waist. “Isn’t that right?”
Niki digresses. “The food is done,” Niki mutters, changing the topic, “Rinne-kun should be home soon, so let’s relax on the couch.”
“That’s a ni~ice idea!” Nice chuckles, and Niki playfully rolls his eyes. He goes to lay down, exhausted. Nice follows suit, sitting on the space Niki left for him. Niki shifts so his head stays on his lap, and so they talk. “Anything on your mind?”
“Not really,” Niki murmurs. He’s regressed into old habits. He really loves this guy, he really does—but he’s worried he’ll drive him away. However, he does have a question that really needs to be answered. “Uh, how are we gonna tell Vice Prez about this..?”
“I don’t know, but you can leave it to me,” Nice reassures, “I have my way with words.”
“Your way is deceit, Mr. Nice,” Niki teases him, “Lying your way into other peoples’ pants.”
“Shiina is always on my tail, huh?” Nice chuckles, threading his hand through his hair. “Can’t wait to see you pregnant, and I can’t wait for another unit~”
“Can you quit that!? I’m not going to get pregnant five times—maybe even more—for a unit!” Niki huffs, “Are you going to rationalize with Vice Prez Ibara so she doesn’t fire me!?”
“Calm down, Niki~” Nice cooes, almost mockingly, stroking Niki’s hair. “I’ll sort this all out, yeah? And plus, don’t you want to stay home?”
“. . .” Niki pauses, “Yeah, but I like being an idol with Rinne-kun and Crazy:B. It’s fun and filling—like a good meal.”
Nice hums a pleased hum at that, continuing to thread his hand through his boyfriends long, gray locks. They were silky smooth, and had a soft smell of coconut. Mm, how inviting.
“I’m worried, that’s all. You understand, right? You’re a producer, don’t you worry about those kids?” Niki sighs, running a hand over his stomach. He can hear it growl. “I’m hungry, I’m bored of waiting for Rinne-kun~”
“I do, I care for them,” He murmurs, getting off the couch.He runs a hand through his hair. “Let’s eat, I know you’re starving. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Niki hums, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. While setting the table, as if on cue, the doorbell rings and a deep voice that Niki’s come to know as Rinne knocks on the door, excitedly announcing he’s here. Niki opens the door for him, kisses him, and everything falls back into place while they have dinner.