As they walked home, Kirara looked up tentatively at his boyfriend. Ken's face was as stoic as ever, staring straight forward as he matched his stride to Kirara's shorter steps. Hooking his hand around Ken's forearm, Kirara leaned his head sideways onto his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Thanks for coming," he said simply.

There was a pause, and then Ken slid his hand out of his pocket until their fingers were clasped together. Kirara looked at him in surprise, and met Ken's sideways gaze. Then Ken's eyes flicked back forward, and he said, "I'm still pissed at you for running off on your own. Stupid Kirara."

Anger flaring, Kirara protested, "I already told you, that wasn't my fault! It was because Hanazawa took off so fast after school, and I had to follow him!"

Ken clicked his tongue. "You still could have waited for me."

"I didn't have time to look for you! Besides, I knew you would come after me. You have that Kirara sensor, after all!" Kirara grinned up at the boy next to him.

Ken, however, didn't seem to share his good mood. "Stupid Kirara sensor, you mean."

Kirara huffed, "Hey, you don't need to be mean!"

"Fuck you."

"Fuck me yourself, you coward!" Kirara screamed in return.

Luckily for them, by this time they were standing in front of the Tosayamadas' front door, so Kirara hadn't announced this sentiment to an entire street of strangers. But his words seemed to get through to Ken, who stared angrily down at him for a moment. Then he turned and unlocked his front door, yanking Kirara harshly inside and slamming him against the back of it. Before Kirara could protest, their mouths were crashing violently together, with more passion than finesse.

After several breathless kisses, Ken drew his head back far enough to murmur, "You asked for it." He scooped Kirara up by his ass, splaying his legs so he was straddling Ken's waist. Ken then began to carefully climb the stairs, peppering his motions with fervent kisses.

Kirara thought to himself as they climbed that maybe he should challenge his boyfriend to fuck him more often. This was the kind of fight that he didn't mind losing.