A/N: Mentions depression, some mild(ish) family issues and disordered eating.
Kyouya sighed as he got in through the door of his and Kaoru's flat, shucking off his coat and resisting the urge to just flop on the hallway carpet. Honestly, business meetings could be repetitive and boring by themselves, let alone with his father involved. Going over everything, making sure it was all perfect; Kyouya was a perfectionist, he understood, but he'd just wanted to get the hell out of there. After a trying day of work, he just wanted to get out of his suit and into one of his comfy jumpers.
However, he was noticing something odd about that...
"Again, Kaoru?" He questioned, seeing the other curled up on the sofa, wearing nothing but his purple boxers and one of Kyouya's own jumpers, "You have your own clothes, you know."
Kyouya had to admit, he didn't hate the sight. He really didn't hate it. However, he didn't understand why Kaoru wanted to swaddle himself in something that had already been worn. Not much, only once, but still. He wouldn't deny that there was something so… satisfying about knowing Kaoru was wearing something with his scent, an almost primal sort of marking; Kaoru was his.
Alright, perhaps he could see the appeal. Still, it wasn't like he'd be stealing parts of Kaoru's wardrobe; everything would be a bit too snug for his tastes, anyway.
"What can I say?" Kaoru grinned up at him, "It smells like you, and it feels… comforting. Wearing oversized clothing. Makes me feel a little less lonely while you're off concurring the business world. How was father dearest?"
Kyouya grimaced, settling down next to Kaoru and letting the other boy put his head in his lap with a happy murmur. "Well… he was himself," He summaries, rather eloquently, "You know what he's like. He also wanted me to get lunch with him; to catch up, I suppose. I just wish he'd made an effort while I was younger, it just feels… strange now."
Kaoru hummed, gazing up at him through his too-long fringe. "He wants a closer relationship with you," He stated, "I understand how that hurts, with everything that happened when you were a kid, but… He's trying. Maybe you could meet him halfway; you don't want to regret not giving him a chance one day…"
"Can we not… talk about this tonight," Kyouya asked, taking off his glasses, "I just want to spend some time relaxing with my hot boyfriend, and not think about these things for a little while. It was enough seeing him raise an eyebrow at what I had for lunch, without revisiting the times where I had a bread roll whenever I sat at the table and called it at that."
Kaoru nodded. "Well, I also want to spend some time with my hot boyfriend, so I guess we're on the same page," He chuckled, leaning up to press his lips against Kyouya's when he heard his love's stomach rumble.
He frowned, a hint of suspicion crossing his mind before asking what needed to be asked.
"Honey… How much did you eat at lunch?" He inquired, and Kyouya turned away, "You can tell me… I just want to know."
"A few bites of my sandwich…" Kyouya confessed, quietly, and Kaoru hugged him, "It just… Some bad memories got brought up, and I started feeling nauseous again."
"That's probably why he gave you a look, then," Kaoru pointed out, "That, and having something quick like a sandwich is basically telling him to fuck off. Usually, for a catch up after meetings like that, you have something more substantial."
"Oh wow, I wonder why," Kyouya drawled, "Really Kaoru, let's just cuddle tonight. You look so cute, all wrapped up in my clothes."
"And I thought you were annoyed," Kaoru grinned, planting a kiss on his lips before getting up, "We're having dinner first, especially if you barely ate lunch."
"Like that's going to do much harm -" Kyouya began, before Kaoru gave him a look over his shoulder.
"Enough of that, I've got to make sure my man is healthy," He smirked, "Any argument, and I'll get you over my knee and make that fantastic ass of yours bright red."
Kyouya chuckled, watching his dearest duck into the kitchen. It was so sickeningly domestic, really; listening to the clatters of pots, pans and crockery as Kaoru went to make something for the both of them, face dusted pink from the comment and a soft, warm smile on his face. This was the life.
"Was that a promise?"