This is only a one shot, so I'm sorry! I wrote this for someone so I hope you all enjoy it the same way he did.
Akira didn't like Shiki, far from it. There wasn't a single ounce, not even a fiber in his entire being that could possibly define itself as something relatively close to being any form of affection. But there was, however, something there no matter how much the blaster champion tried to deny it. One could say that it, perhaps, was some sort of attraction that strung them together and it wouldn't be all far from the truth.. but in reality what Akira felt most was respect. He would never, ever, be caught dead voicing it ... at least not when he was in the right state of mind; but you can at least give him the benefit of the doubt depending on the mood he was in. And as of this current moment he was actually pretty chipper with the little, brown bag he cradled between his arms as he made his way back home. ... Home. Since when did he start considering Shiki's place 'home'?
Somewhere one could return to, where he could relax and not worry about what the streets were hustling and bustling with, a place where he could just be 'Akira' and not someone else in the public eye with a title that needed to be upheld. He could be just as plain as any other person off the street with Shiki, the one single person he never in a thousand years saw himself sharing a place with and much less come to terms with the fact that they're oh so graciously living together. Only difference in this being that while there were couples, this particular relationship would be seen in another kind of light ... a light that some people might find strange or even odd. Nevertheless, those were thoughts that shouldn't be allowed to cross his mind right about now as he neared his current destination. After unlocking the door, he turned the knob, pushing it open, and slipped inside without making too much of a ruckus.
Closing it behind himself, making sure that he fastened the lock right back before he meandered over to the solitary table that was just a few steps away from where he was located. Just when he situated the bag on top of its surface a voice coming from the door frame that led to the next room over caught his attention with a flat stating of "You're back." Turning his head, he took in the sight of his counterpart before his body was brought to a strange ease. There was just something about him that made Akira's usual demeanor simmered down to someone approachable, someone different which was the main reason why instead of responding to his statement the same way he would always do, he just turned his body to face him, tucking his hands into his pockets, and offered him a small yet accomplished grin in his direction. "I'm home." because in reality, no matter how much he would try to dismiss it, Shiki was indeed just that ... home. His home.