If Akira was told such a thing would ever happen to him, he would've laughed at the moron who would've shared his sick foresights with him, before waving him off.
But nope, it's happening, and the worst is, Akira feels like the most blessed man to ever scrape the Earth.
He is sinking a bunch of dirty bowls in the soapy water, when two strong arms wrap around his waist, pushing his back against a bulky chest, and lazy lips come and nuzzle his ear. He sighs, and the sponge slithers in the sink. Ryo is practically meowing at this point, swaying his hips against his, and it's only then that Akira hears the rock song loudly blasting in his earphones.
"Kurokiba, care to let me do my chores ?"
"Na na", the taller man sing-songs, pushing himself closer to his boyfriend. "My good morning kiss first."
"You would've had a good morning kiss earlier in the day, wasn't it for your sleepy, lazy ass", Akira snarls.
"You know I ended my shift too late at the restaurant. Plus, that witch Alice wouldn't let go of me for hours."
"Anyway", the white haired man tries to sneak out of his firm grip, but of course it's easier said than done. "I'm not angry, we both know her, but I'm a busy man too. I need to leave this flat clean before hitting work."
"You're no fun Hayama", Ryo complains, automatically unsticking from his back, shoving his hands in the wide pockets of his grey jogging pants. "Go ahead then..."
"Aren't you going to help me ? Must I remind you who's the one turning our place into a mess on a daily basis ?"
"Yep", the other man deadpans, staring at him with those sloppy eyes, circled with eternal dark circles. "The dog you were given by your mentor is making a wonderful work, when it comes to chaos and smells."
"Leave Arthur alone. He's not thinking straight..."
Ryo lets out a gravelly snort. "Indeed, with us around..."
"That's not what I meant !" Akira flushes, hitting his boyfriend on the torso, and the latter quietly chuckles while wrapping his arm around his waist, a comfortable and warm gesture. "And you know it, you damn idiot...! I meant that, he's an animal, and you cannot compare."
"Don't worry. Just for you, I'm cleaning the living room. Stick to your dishes and once you're done, you're free."
The shortest man beams. "Seriously ?"
"Yea..." Ryo trails off, peeping behind him—indeed, the dog made a mess, but not anything insurmountable.
"You're the best", Akira pecks his lips, forgetting his firsthand annoyance. "The best boyfriend one could dream of", they brush their lips together. "I love you."
Ryo grumbles a weak 'me too', and Akira nods.
Yeah, such things did happen to him, and he's not going to complain about being the luckiest boyfriend ever.