Kuro walked back home, with Allen and Zao at his side, pushing each other.
The Japanese simply ignored them, listening to music and retreating elegantly each time one of the imbeciles fell by his side.
"Here's my house, bye." He pulled the headphones out from his ears and waved them off with a gentle nod.
"How cold... You hurt me, Kuro." Zao fainted dramatically, and Allen picked him up. Kuro simply rolled his eyes and turned away from them, taking out his key and entering in his doorway.
He touched the button for the elevator, and with an exasperated sigh he realized that it was broken... Again.
He had to climb the five floors on foot, and it wasn't as if he was really disturbed, because he was in good shape, but it was way too hot in there and he wanted to get there as soon as possible.
When he finally reached the door of his house, he opened quickly and quietly, and, after leaving his keys and his cell phone in the entrance cabinet, he stretched.
"Luciano?" He called, listening to music. Was he taking a shower?
He left his jacket and his shoes at the entrance.
The music was playing in the kitchen. When he entered the kitchen, he leaned against the frame with a half smile.
He put a hand to his mouth to try not to laugh. Luciano was covered in flour and dough, dancing from side to side, half singing and humming the lyrics of the radio, spinning a mixture that looked like chocolate all over the kitchen.
The counter was no better, full of flour and cacao.
"I like that new hair color." He finally burst out laughing. Luciano just turned around, embarrassed at first, then irritated and finally with a smile.
"Ah, a pervert has been spying on me while I make the delicious dinner, who is the madman here?" Kuro didn't expect a cloud of flour to come to his face either, staining his T-shirt and his hair. That action would have its revenge, since the black-haired (or ex-black-haired, counting the amount of flour that was now up there) took a handful of flour and stained the face of his boyfriend.
And so began a fight of cocoa, flour and dough, leaving the two completely stained, laughing and kissing.
"And what you were doing?"
"Chocolate cake... Will you help me?"
"Only if you take a shower with me later..."
A promise sealed with a kiss.