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Kirishima stared at the picture before him, not unlike one he'd seen before, and not unlike one he'd see again.
It wasn't uncommon for him to see this image now, and no matter the quality of the image or clarity of the photo, the story behind it was easy to see. This picture told a thousand words that were there for the whole world to see, unspoken no longer.
There was nothing but truth in this photo, two halves on one whole inseparable always, complete in each others embrace.
Raw and pure in black and white, it was uncomplicated and simple; the feelings in this photo, unfazed and unaffected by worldly influences, oblivious in an abyss of their own because nothing else existed except that other half. Photographers still longed to catch a photo such as this.
Kirishima really liked this photo, just as he liked all the ones before this, too.
The way Asami looked down at Akihito's face, his eyes soft only when looking at him, an expression only for him, his stance protective as he loomed forebodingly in a black tuxedo, an untiring pillar of support and silent threat to anyone who dared disturb their peace.
And Akihito walked proudly at his side, clad in a black suit of his own, holding his hand because he'd never let go, confident in the path he'd chosen with Asami at his side. His smile was blinding, the smile on his face as he looked up as his boss infectious and bright.
Together they were a force to be reckoned with, like the sky and earth and lightning between them, the world would come crashing down if you took one from the other.
The secretary allowed himself a smile at his picture, a photo like this he could deal with.
Photographers had a field day whenever these two went out together, and it was always Kirishima's job to bring the inevitable back to the penthouse the next morning when he picked Asami up for work.
Unlike that morning though, months and months ago, this photo didn't pose any problems.
With the newspaper tucked under his arm that had the photo of Asami Ryuichi and Takaba Akihito on the front page, he pushed the door open to the penthouse, only uneasy at what he might find the two of them up to.
He hadn't walked in on the two of them yet, but it was probably bound to happen sooner or later.