A short fluffy thing. Normal human Au in which Black*Star is an over eager cop (with partners Tsubaki, Maka and Soul) and his boyfriend is prone to panic attacks and crippling anxiety.

Next drabble will have Hiro in it! I feel bad he doesn't get much love. :)

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He loved his job, he really, honestly did. He got to beat the bad guys, save lives, and at the end of the shift those he helped would look at him with such respect and gratitude that he couldn't help but stay a bit longer and meander about the police station until he knew he should go home.

His prestigious boyfriend had taken the car (again) forcing the officer to take his patrol car home - again. Not that he minded, he loved the fact that after Kid gave the truck back it smelled like him and coffee beans, and was completely clean to boot. He just hated constantly reminding the neighbors of the cop living next door without intentionally doing so.

It was like telling his adopted father about him dating a guy named Kid of all things. Speaking of which...

Black*Star shut the door behind him, loudly calling out to his lover. A reply came from the kitchen, and he was quick to enter and grab a lemonade soda from the fridge, despite the glare sent his way.

"What are you doin'? It's take out night, remember?"

"...I was...I was just cutting up some vegetables. I thought you could take them to work with you, as a healthy snack." Kid put down his knife, turning his gaze back down to gather up the cut up celery and carrots and go about transferring them to a bowl. "How was work?"

He was being far too nonchalant, and Black*Star was too good at catching his moods.

"Did something happen at work?" He set his drink down and reached out to pull his boyfriend towards him. Kid leaned against the cop's chest and rested his chin on a broad shoulder. For a moment, he didn't think the shorter man would speak, when a whisper of breath caressed his neck.

"We lost a kid today. His lungs just collapsed, and then he was just...gone." Sometimes it was easy to forget that the lithe male with his golden eyes and black and white hair was a doctor of all things, but it was times like these that he remembered and it hit him like a wrecking ball. Kid loathed losing kids over anything else, and soul often be distraught over it for days. The last time he'd actually broken down and called his father - an undertaker, of all things - for comfort Black*Star couldn't always give.

"Forget the vegetables, let's hit the hay. You're exhausted and you can talk while we wash up. It'll help to talk about it and do something that relaxes you."

Kid nodded and let the man lead him to their shared bedroom, sniffling and didn't regret that he had let Maka set him up on a blind date. Black*Star, as childish as he was, could be very caring and lovable when he wanted to be.

"Black*Star?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Kid. Come here so I can get your shirt off."

"I'm so glad Father took out all those microphones years ago."

"What?"

"Nothing!"

"You're such a nerd."

"Shut up and turn on the shower already."