Shinichi hefted the box into his arms – it had COMPUTER STUFF written boldly on it – and he carried it up the stairs, to the room next door to his.
His boyfriend was moving in with him. It seemed only natural, really, since Kaito practically lived at his house, anyway. He was there in the morning, making breakfast for a groggy Shinichi, and he was there in the afternoon, briefly poking his head in to check up on Shinichi, if he wasn't out on a case, and he was there at night, corralling and bossing a tired Shinichi into bed (if he didn't do this, Shinichi would just stay up all night, reading or working). Kaito was there when it rained, he was there when it snowed, he was there when the sky was perfectly clear – he was always around to pester him.
Shinichi honestly wouldn't have it any other way. Which was why, when Kaito asked (with barely concealed nervousness) if he could move in, he said yes.
Kaito already lived there, basically. He just needed a place to sleep, and room to work in.
"Shinichi!" Kaito called when he heard him approach the door of his (soon to be) workplace. He was frowning at his desk, thinking intently. "Should I leave this here, or move it a little more to the right?"
Shinichi glanced at the desk, and shrugged. "I think it looks fine."
Kaito huffed. "Which means I should move it."
The detective blinked. "What – no, I said it was fine, just the way it is!"
"Uh huh. Sure," Kaito rolled his eyes, and shoved the desk a little more to the right, looking stubborn.
Shinichi sighed.