kiddo

chapter twenty-two

The key slides into the lock, and after turning it slowly the tumblers rising and falling let out a satisfying click, and with a heave, I open the door. A quiet, undisturbed peace lies over the apartment, making me feel like an intruder breaking into an unfamiliar house. 

"Keishin?" I call out, knowing there will be no response, yet something in me urges the formality.

I walk through the living room and fall onto the sofa, sighing as boredom washes over me. I sit back upright, glancing around the room. With a shift I stand back up, wandering around his apartment, looking at the little objects strewn on the shelves. A few old pictures of Shimada and Yū make me smile, their youthful smiles shining brightly through the frame. Roaming into his bedroom I open a few drawers, quickly closing them as I realize this may or may not be a violation of privacy. 

With a jump, I land on his bed, laying my head on the fluffy pillows. I sigh and pull out my phone, trying to amuse myself as I wait for Keishin to come home from work. With a few clicks, an anime plays, and I turn to lay on my side, a lull of sleep making my eyes heavy.

A clack of the lock wakes me up, and I look up, for a split second confused at where I am.

"Koda?" I hear a deep voice call, and I mumble a response.

Keishin hurries in and crawls onto the bed, his arms hoisting me up and crashing his lips into mine. I smile at his impatience, shifting to straddle his thigh, gripping at the fabric on his chest. 

"Good morning to you too," I mutter as I break away, but he shakes his head and pulls my face back to his, taking my lips back hastily. After a minute he bites my bottom lip, pulling back to look at my face. I smile and he wraps his arms around me, nudging forward causing me to fall back onto the bed, his face nuzzling my chest.

"I missed you," he mumbles, eliciting a small grin to grace my lips.

I hum back, "How was work?"

"Mundane. Monotonous. Routine," he mutters disinterested, "Want me to list more synonyms?"

"I got the picture," I chuckle, brushing my fingers through his hair, feeling him give into my touch, "Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"I'm already feeling better," he whispers, "Can we just lay here for a while?"

I hum in accordance, drawing small figures onto his skin.

"What were you doing before I got here?" he asks curiously, head coming up to glance at my face.

"I looked around a bit, you have some cute pictures. I was going to rummage through your clothing, but I figured that would be a bit intrusive so I stopped," I admit, brushing his hair back from his face.

He smiles, "You can go through my clothes, I don't care. You ready have commandeered my hoodie, so feel free to take what you like."

"I'll take you up on that," I mutter, "I would offer you the same, but I'm not sure you'd fit in my clothing."

He chuckles, "I'll raid your closet when we hang out at your place."

I smile and trace his ear, whispering softly, "I missed you too. A lot."

"Mm," he hums, eyes coming to meet mine, "It was a long week huh?"

"Yeah," I admit with a sigh, "The boys wouldn't stop questioning me about my boyfriend."

His fingers lightly trace my skin and he chuckles, "That must be sooo terrible for you."

"Hey!" I laugh in rebuttal, "You know how annoying they can be."