As Yamato stood in the hallway of his apartment complex, he felt truly puzzled. He tried the handle again. The door still didn't budge. He let out a big sigh as he took off his backpack and began rummaging through it.

Taichi never locked their front door. Like… ever. Sure, Yamato had reminded him to do this almost every day when they went out, but Taichi had this way of half listening to most of the things Yamato said to him.

It's not like their campus wasn't safe – it was. It was just that people knew about Digimon now. It had only been a couple years since the Digimon last invaded their city and destroyed a bunch of shit. Even though they were in college now, people still on occasion recognized Yamato and Taichi from that unforgettable moment now permanently written into their country's history.

One time, Yamato had walked in on a woman frantically searching their apartment for a Digivice so she could 'go to the Digital world and get herself a Digimon.' That had been a nightmare.

Taichi, of course, thought it was funny that she didn't want their computers or books that cost almost more than their rent. Nope – she only wanted a little piece of digital tech.

Yamato turned his backpack upside down and started shaking it. He was starting to get frustrated. Where were those damn keys? In shaking the bag, he heard a soft jingle coming from the front pocket. Eureka. Yamato's face lit up as he unzipped it and took out the keys.

"At last," he breathed a sigh of relief and inserted the key into the door.

Jigging the handle and thrusting his body forward, Yamato got the door open but… only just a little. Yamato was now even more confused. He threw his bag on the ground and with all his might he shoved the front door until it hit something big and solid. Yamato stuck his arm in the door and felt something large, but soft, that was blocking the entryway.

Yamato took a step back and peered into the two inches of space that he could see. "Taichi!" he called out. "Are you in there?"

"Ah, Yama! Sorry – just moving the couch."

Wait – what? Yamato looked closer. "I'd like to enter into my apartment, Tai! I've been out here almost 15 minutes!"

"Well, that's what you get for not keeping your key handy!"

Yamato rolled his eyes as he tried to fight a smile from forming across his face. Unbelievable.

"Since when do you lock the door?!" He responded.

"Since my boyfriend told me he likes it that way!"

Yamato took a few steps back as he turned to see if anyone was in the hallway listening. It was still empty. Good. He figured most people already knew about him and Taichi, but he didn't like attracting any more attention than they already received.

"Can you let me in already!?"

"Yeah – one second!"

All of a sudden, Yamato heard the sounds of a panting Taichi and what sounded like their large couch scratching the floor. Whatever it was – the door that was previously two inches open, swung fully open revealing the mess that Taichi had made in their apartment.

Yamato picked his bag up off the floor, walked in, and shut the door behind him. He turned to look at Taichi who was very clearly sweating. Yamato then looked at their couch which was now sideways and facing the kitchen area.

"Welcome home," Taichi said as he took off his shirt and then proceeded to wipe his forehead with it.

Yamato threw his backpack on their now sideways couch. "Redecorating, are we?"

"Yeah," Taichi nodded. "Thought it was time for a change with the new semester starting and all.

Yamato surveyed him. That was true – their junior year had just started, but – that didn't explain the couch. Yamato quickly looked around their apartment for anything else that might've been moved.

"What do you think?" Taichi followed up, a pang of curiosity and excitement in his voice.

"Uh, I mean…" Yamato was still looking around at all the mess. Ultimately, he decided he didn't care enough. "If you like it… sure."

"Cool." Taichi responded nonchalantly, but Yamato noticed he looked super pleased with himself. Yamato eyed the sweaty shirt in his hand and then his eyes moved to the sweaty body standing in front of him.

"Like what you see?" Taichi grinned.

"Seen better," Yamato grinned back.

"Ouch," Taichi placed a hand in front of his heart in a very dramatic fashion. "That hurts, Yama."

Yamato laughed. He was of course… lying and Taichi knew that. It didn't matter how ripped or athletic any of the other guys at the university were. In Yamato's eyes, no one would ever look better than Taichi. He had discovered this a long time ago but thought it best to keep it to himself. If Taichi truly knew just how much he meant to him, then he might appear more smug than usual. No, Yamato had reasoned that teasing him was a lot more fun. Especially, considering all the crap he made Yamato deal with. The sideways couch and messy apartment being exhibit A.

"I'm going to shower," Taichi said, interrupting his thoughts. "Don't forget… you agreed to come with me to that party tonight."

Yamato nodded as he watched Taichi move around the couch and walk into the bathroom. He decided to follow him.

Taichi turned around once Yamato closed the bathroom door. He raised an eyebrow and eyed him up and down.

"I need a shower too," Yamato said.

Taichi smirked. "Yama, I think we both know if you come in here we aren't going to shower."

Yamato cracked a smile as he pulled his black shirt up over his head. "I know."

"Thought you've seen better."

"I lied."

Taichi smiled wide as he took a step forward and kissed the nape of Yamato's neck. Yamato threw his head back and started unbuttoning his jeans. Taichi stuck his hand in Yamato's boxers as Yamato pressed himself closer to him.

Suddenly, a loud knock on their apartment door made them both stop. Yamato groaned and Taichi started laughing.

"What's funny?" Yamato asked, annoyed.

"Nothing, Yama… just wondering…"

"Yes…?"

"Did you remember to lock the door behind you?"

Yamato looked up with wide eyes at the smug face in front of him. He let out a big defeated sigh. "Shit."