Sometimes Aoba would find himself listening to music on his headphones as he did chores around the apartment. It filled the silence when Noiz was at work and both of their Allmates were in sleep mode. It also added some fun to the otherwise dull activities.

Before he lived with Noiz, he wasn't used to doing much housework. Back in Midorijima, Granny did most of the chores, although Aoba lent her a hand every once in a while. Since he was without a job for now, Aoba was taking on the brunt of the chores here. Much like reading up on Germany's language and customs, it was a learning experience, and it helped him feel more capable and grown up.

At the moment, he was doing some vacuuming. He had finished cleaning the carpet flooring in their bedrooms and was in the process of cleaning the living room. The sound of electronica music overpowered the loud, whirring of the vacuum cleaner. These were songs that Noiz recommended he listen to and he liked them. They were catchy and enjoyable to listen to, so much so that he would oftentimes find himself singing along.

Unbeknownst to him, Noiz entered the apartment with a weary sigh. "I'm home." He called out so that his voice was louder than the vacuum, but he received no answer. The vacuum wasn't the only sound that he heard. He could make out the sound of a strong, soft voice. It was Aoba's voice, he realized, as he slipped his shoes off in the foyer.

Noiz followed the source of the singing into the living room where he saw Aoba vacuuming with his pink headphones on. There was a rhythm to his movements when he pushed and pulled the vacuum cleaner back and forth across the floor.

Ever since he moved here, Aoba has eagerly adapted to the housecleaning role. This wasn't something that Noiz ever did himself. Raised in a rich family, he was used to leaving such tasks to the maids. So, when Noiz first saw Aoba take to doing the chores, he pointed out that he could just hire some housekeepers to do that. Aoba was busy enough adjusting to his new environment and taking the time to learn about Germany's customs and language. It was a lot for Aoba to take on, and Noiz didn't want to add onto that. Even so, Aoba insisted on doing the chores, and here he was following through on his word. Noiz couldn't help but smile at just how domestic Aoba had become.

While he was finishing up, Aoba felt arms drape over his shoulders. He startled, whipping his head around to meet his lover's gaze. Letting out a breath, he tugged his headphones down so that they hung about his neck, then turned off the vacuum cleaner. "Ah, don't do that!" Aoba exclaimed, glaring at Noiz. "You scared me."

"What are you listening to?" Noiz wondered, leaning over him to try and make out the song that was leaking out of the headphones.

Could it be that Noiz heard him singing when he walked in just now? Aoba's body tensed, a blush burning his face and ears. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, Noiz must've seen him dancing like an idiot, too.

Noiz immediately recognized the song and turned the headphones off. Without breaking away, he turned on his coil and opened up his music folder.

Aoba blinked, his embarrassment forgotten. "What are you doing?"

"Here it is." Noiz mumbled more to himself than Aoba. An upbeat dance song began to play on his coil. Noiz kissed the crook of Aoba's neck, then his ear. "Will you sing for me?"

"Wh-what are you saying all of a sudden?" Aoba asked, feeling himself flush even more. Did Noiz really have to speak into his ear like that?

"I want to hear you sing." Noiz squeezed his shoulders. "Your voice is beautiful."

In the past, he has been told this many times over the phone from faceless men. Those compliments brought him nothing but annoyance. At the time, it served as a necessary evil to use the influence of his voice to improve Heibon's sales, but this was a different matter entirely.

Now, the man he loved more than anyone else was holding him, telling him that he had a beautiful voice, and those words moved him beyond compare. Despite the flattery, Aoba's first instinct was to refuse to do something so embarrassing, and he was about to open up his mouth to do just that, but he stopped short. Aoba felt Noiz sag against his back, as if he was leaning on him. He must've had a long, tiring day at work.

"Hold on," he replied, softly. "Let me just put this away first."

Noiz let him go but not without planting another kiss on his neck. He paused the song, then moved to plop down onto the couch, leaning back with a sigh.

After he put the vacuum cleaner back into the closet, Aoba joined Noiz on the couch, sitting close beside him. His body was stiff only because he was nervous about singing. He never sang for anyone before and he didn't really think of himself as much of a singer. "You really want me to sing?" Aoba asked, anxiously. "I'm not that good at it."

"I think that you are," Noiz insisted. "Sing for me, Aoba."

Although he was hesitant, he just couldn't find it in himself to say no to Noiz. "Okay," he replied after taking a breath.

Noiz played the song from the beginning, then looked at Aoba, who was tense. His eyes were fixed to the screen displayed before them. He could see his Adam's apple bob up and down with a gulp. It was easy for him to tell that he was nervous. Even so, Aoba was still doing this for him. A smile crossed his lips as he lowered his head onto Aoba's shoulder.

Feeling his head on his shoulder, feeling his hair tickling his neck, Aoba knew that Noiz was leaning on him. Even if it was for a small request like this, Noiz was depending on him. This wasn't like doing housework. It ran on a deeper level than that.

"No laughing," Aoba told him, pointedly.

"I won't laugh," Noiz assured him. "I promise."

"All right, then." Aoba cleared his throat and waited a moment before it was his time to sing. It was the instrumental version of the song, so it was like karaoke in a way. There was no other voice to cover up his own, which made him a little more self-conscious, but he kept singing anyway. Noiz must've picked this version of the song so that he could only hear Aoba's voice.

At first, there was a waver in his voice, most likely due to the nerves, but as the song went on, his singing became much smoother. Noiz closed his eyes, the sound of Aoba's voice dulcet. Any feeling of stress he felt before vanished, a feeling of contentment taking its place.

The music came to an end and Aoba tilted his head to face Noiz, surprised to see that he had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He really was tired.

"Geez," he complained, lightly. "You ask me to sing for you and then you fall asleep on me? You haven't even eaten dinner yet." Noiz continued to sleep, unbothered. Aoba found himself smiling at his sleeping face. "I guess it can't be helped." He would have to make sure that dinner was ready for him when he woke up. But before that, Aoba wanted to make sure that he was comfortable. So as not to wake him up, Aoba moved to shut off his coil, then gently laid him down onto the couch so that his head rested on a pillow. His face looked relaxed as he slept, gentle breaths escaping his lips. Noiz looked so cute, Aoba just had to kiss his forehead. "Have a nice nap, Noiz."