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Keiji was tired, sore, and aching after a long day. He slowly trudged up the stairs to his apartment, stopping just outside of it to take a moment to stretch his back, wincing at the popping sound. Feeling momentarily relief in his aching, he let out a sigh of relief and began to unlock his door, mentally planning what he'd do next, maybe heat up some ramen then soak in the bath…
The door swung open and Keiji immediately noticed multiple things. First, the lights were on, and he most certainly had turned them off before leaving this morning. Second, a delicious scent wafted through the small apartment, much more enticing than microwaved ramen. Third, music was playing, so loudly he was surprised he hadn't heard it from the door. His eyes widened and he quickly kicked off his shoes, struggling momentarily in his haste, shoved the door shut, and ran in the direction of the kitchen.
He skidded to a halt in the doorway, almost losing his balance in his socked feet, and took in the sight before him. Koutarou, who wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow, pulling a pan of chicken out of the oven, placing it on the stove, all the while singing enthusiastically to an upbeat, poppy love song on the radio.
"Koutarou," he breathed and somehow, miraculously, Koutarou heard him over the music, or maybe just sensed him entering the room. Bokuto looked up, beaming brightly with the smile reserved only for his Keiji.
"Keiji!" Koutarou shouted and ran over, taking his hands in his. He held them up, meeting Keiji's eyes, sparkling with excitement. "Dance with me!"
Keiji, never one to deny his wonderful boyfriend, found himself returning the grin with one of his own and nodding, all previous exhaustion and soreness forgotten as they began to move in sync, dancing around the kitchen to one song, and then another, laughing all the while.
The third song came to an end and Koutarou dipped him, a strong arm around his waist, the other just behind his neck, while Keiji had an arm hooked around his shoulders and the other sliding down his large biceps. Keiji heard a buzz in his ears as the radio switched over to an advertisement, more focused on Koutarou's intensity as they gazed into each other's eyes, though to him, it felt like his boyfriend was staring into his very soul.
"I love you so much," Keiji whispered, slowly sliding his hand back up Koutarou's arm, then moving to cup Koutarou's face as he leaned in for a kiss.