When the taller brunet came home with the groceries, he sighed.
In front of him, the infamous Toromaru's leader laid on the sofa, one hand draped over his chest, and his arm hanging off the sofa with a book in his hand. He snored softly, and Kadota couldn't help but watch the way his boyfriend's chest rose and fell at a relaxed and even pace.
The initial intent Rokujo had was to simply impress his boyfriend by reading one of his books, and then be able to talk about it with him- though by talk about, he means let Kadota talk about it while Rokujo just nods and appreciates how adorable the older could be when he talks about things he's passionate for.
Mission failed.
Setting the bag down in the kitchen, the beanie-clad brunet scooped up his dork of a boyfriend, and proceeded to carry him to their shared room.
He stopped in his tracks when he felt Rokujo moved, but his face turned a bright red when he felt rokujo's face nuzzle up against his shoulder. The red-head smiled tiredly.
"Mmmm… Smells like Kyo…"
"It is Kyo."
"Even better…" he yawned and nestled into the other, and promptly fell asleep again.
Kadota cracked a smile, and walked into the bed room and attempted to set Rokujo down.
Except Rokujo wouldn't let go.
"Oh c'mon, I gotta make dinner."
"Jus' stay a bit, 'kay, kyo-no-danna…" Rokujo smiled again, and pulled his lover down. Kadota could only sigh.
"Five minutes." He shook his head slightly, and wrapped an arm around the younger, pulling him close, who happily nuzzled the brunet's shoulder, and they both went to sleep.
Next thing Kadota knows, he's being woken up at 3 am to make dinner.
"Why can't you—"
"I'll burn it!"
Kadota shook his head, and pecked the other's forehead, and then pulled on his lover's cheek.
"You're a dork, you know that?"