037 – Home Sweet Home
"Well, here we are." Daisuke stated, forcing the lonely little key into the lock. Takeru nodded in anticipation, allowing his partner to fling open the door to the tiny, little flat.
So here they were, 22 years old, young, in love and having just bought their first apartment together. It had taken much persuasion, many preparations and for Takeru, many puppy-dog pouts to get them here, but it was gonna be worth it…Takeru hoped.
The flat was cheap and small and not incredibly clean. It was bare, no furniture in sight, not even their boxes of belongings would get here till the following morning.
Daisuke wandered in, cartons of Chinese food in either hand. "Well…it's a roof." He said, flashing a quick grin at Takeru. And it was true, it had a roof and walls, floor and a few sinks.
Takeru meandered in, sat heavily onto the wooden floors of what would be the living room. "It's not home yet."
The darker boy smiled again, white teeth sparkling, "It will be."
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