Kazu ran up the stairs, his eyes focused on the dim light he saw coming from the light of Spitfire's apartment. He nearly flung himself up the staircase as he reached the door and banged on the door as quickly as possible.
"What in the bloody hell?" Spitfire's voice echoed from behind the door as he went to open it. "Kazuma? What the hell are you doing here this late?"
"I-" He panted.
"You have a key you know."
"I left it, didn't have time, gah Spitfire." Kazu barely formed a complete sentence as he flung his arms around Spitfire's waist clinging tightly to him.
"Kazuma." Spitfire began a bit confused.
"Where were you?" He asked looking up at the older man, his eyes full of hurt and worry.
"I went on a small trip, did you not read the letter I left on the table?" He asked patting Kazu on the head.
"Letter?"
"Kazuma, you have a key you could have come in. I left a note for you telling you I'd be back in a few days." He explained sighing as he continued to try and breathe with the blond latched onto him.
"Oh." Kazu blinked and paused, leaning back and loosening his grip on Spitfire.
"There now," He stopped as Kazu resumed his clinging, even tighter than before.
"I was worried! I didn't know, I'm sorry, I ah damn!" He buried his face in spitfire's chest trying to figure out exactly what to say.
"Kazu I can't breathe."
"Oh sorry." He replied sheepishly as he let go.
"Come on, its late you can just stay here."
"Really?"
"If you go home now, you'll be back early in the morning anyway."
"Oh I guess that's true." Kazu agreed as he followed Spitfire inside, holding onto the back of his shirt.
"You really are hopeless sometimes." Spitfire muttered as he closed the door behind the two of them.
"What?"
"Nothing." Spitfire replied as he turned and kissed Kazu lightly on the forehead. "Good night."
"Good night Spitfire."