Kuroko sighed as he sat in his chair, fidgeting as he looked around the familiar room. It was an ordinary office, with very few personal items, but he always looked for something new, something to tell him more about the man that sits behind the desk. It was his job, after all.
The door opened, and he forced himself to relax as the man sat behind the desk opposite of him, a grim look on his face.
"Kuroko. You've been on this story for three weeks now, and you have brought me nothing but good things."
The bluenette blinked. "Well, isn't that, good, then?"
The man sighed. "No! We're trying to dig up dirt on the Akashi heir, not make him look like a saint."
"But, what if he is a saint?"
The man laughed. "No one is a saint, Kuroko. You have one month to get me the story I need, or you're fired."
Kuroko sighed and nodded, thanking the man for his time before leaving the office.
When he arrived back at his apartment, it was just reaching noon, and Kuroko couldn't help but smile as he unlocked his door. He was met with the heavenly scent of a full feast, awaiting him at the table. The bluenette's smile grew as he found the man on the other side of the table, already smiling back at him.
"How was your morning, Tetsuya?"
Kuroko smiled as he sat opposite of his boyfriend. "It's certainly better now, Seijuro."
Akashi shot him another smile before gesturing toward the feast before them. "I prepared lunch."
"I see. And as usual, you went above and beyond."
"Well as an Akashi, it's in my blood."
Kuroko laughed soflty to himself as he began to eat, relishing in the magic that was Akashi's food. He still didn't understand how someone who had always been waited upon, never lifting a finger, was so good at everything.
Not only could the redhead cook, he could play every sport in Japan, he could sing, he was a published writer, a renowned artist, and he had dabbled in many other hobbies throughout his young life, excelling in them all.
Kuroko felt the warmth in his chest just thinking about it, as he stared lovingly into the crimson eyes of his beloved.
"Tetsuya, you're not eating."
Kuroko came to then, realizing he had been staring for far too long. A blush crossed his cheeks as he turned his attention back to the food.
"… Is your boss still looking for ways to discredit me?"
Kuroko sighed. "Yes, but don't worry. There's no possible way he could do that." He looked up to him then, capturing his gaze. "You're perfect."
A small smile graced Akashi's lips, and it made Kuroko's heart flutter. Yes, Akashi was perfect. Absolutely perfect.