I found some FujiTaka lying around that I haven't posted before, it's just a snippet of domesticity set in the future where Taka-san is a sushi chef and Fuji is a fashion photographer.

Taka-san found Fuji sleeping on the sofa that morning, curled up in the small space, wrapped in a blanket.

"You wouldn't have woken me up," Taka-san sighed, giving his boyfriend's hair an affectionate stroke as he went to make breakfast.

The smell of coffee made Fuji stir a few minutes later. He sat up on the sofa, stretching, his hair a mess.

"Morning," Taka-san said brightly, bringing over a mug of coffee.

"Morning," Fuji replied sleepily, taking the mug and giving Taka-san a brilliant smile that made his heart flutter.

"What time did you get home?" Taka-san asked, noting that Fuji was still dressed in the clothes he'd gone out in.

"Three, I think," Fuji replied, taking a sip of the coffee, "the shoot went on longer than I thought and I didn't want to wake you up when I got back."

"I'd have forgiven you."

"You always forgive me," Fuji said, levelling his piercing gaze at him, "you have work today, I have the day off. It makes sense for you to have a good nights sleep."

Taka-san shrugged, "still, the sofa isn't very comfortable."

Fuji yawned, "It isn't," he agreed.

"Did the shoot go well?"

"I got some good shots," Fuji replied, "in the end."

Taka-san was just about to serve up breakfast when Fuji appeared at his side.
"You haven't kissed me today," he said, putting his arms either side of Taka-san so that he was effectively pinned to the counter.

Taka-san blushed and bent down slightly to gently take Fuji's lips with his own. Fuji sighed happily and leaned into the kiss, pressing his body against Taka-san's. Taka-san cupped Fuji's face in his hand and began to press soft kisses up the bridge of his nose and finally on his forehead. Fuji giggled softly, removing his hands from the counter and relocating them to the small of Taka-san's back.

"Good morning, Takashi," he said softly.

"Good morning, Syusuke."

After breakfast Taka-san sent Fuji to bed before heading off to work. He only had the daytime shift, so he was back in at a good time.

Fuji was waiting for him on the sofa, dressed in his pyjamas (which consisted of his old Seigaku sweatpants and one of Taka-san's old shirts).

"Welcome home," he said, "did you have a good day at work?"

"It was pretty quiet," Taka-san replied, "you?"

"I slept for most of it," Fuji said, "I had a nice dream, I think we may want to re-enact it later."

That sounded very promising, but before Taka-san could ask for any details, Fuji held up a letter, "I also got this. What do you think?"

Taka-san took the letter and read it quickly. It was from an agency that managed sports stars that he'd never heard of before. He thought it was a bit weird, Fuji was best known for his pictures of idols and fashion models, not sports stars. Then he saw the name of the sports star they wanted Fuji to photograph.

"Echizen?"

"Yes," Fuji replied, "He requested me, apparently."

"Are you going to do it?"

"Of course. I've never seen a decent photograph of Echizen, if I get one then I should be able to get more work."

Taka-san nodded. Fuji was right, Echizen wasn't comfortable in photoshoots and you could tell by the pictures that the shoots produced. Hopefully having the photos taken by someone he knew would help him relax.

"How are you going to do it?"

"I'll think of something. I've got a few days till Echizen comes back," Fuji said, "I may have to pull a few strings."

"Is Tezuka coming back with him?"

"If he isn't then I'll have to pull even more strings. Now, about the dream I had…" and all thoughts of Echizen flew from Taka-san's head.