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Four years ago

"I'm back!" Karma calls, entering the apartment. The red haired man removed his shoes, and noticed his fiancé's shoes were missing.

He stepped into the hallway, and opened doors, looking for his strawberry blonde.

When he arrived at the office, he scrunched up his nose in disgust. Empty ramen cups littered the table, and packets of junk food lying on the ground.

Karma decided to do what any good, responsible future husband would do and put on cleaning gloves and pull out a trash bag and start cleaning up the mess of their fiancé.

Though, he was very tired from his long flight, and the business trip with his mother had drained him, he still forced himself to at least clean Gakushū's office so that his boyfriend would have a nice space to work at.

"Karma When did you get back?" he straightened up when he heard his Gakushū's voice. He turned around and beamed at Gakushū, spreading his arms expecting a hug.

"What are you doing?" Gakushū sounded annoyed. "Didn't I told you not to touch my things? You could have ruined something here"

"Sorry" Karma found himself apologizing, dropping the trash bag at his side. "I was just cleaning up for you"

"Did I ask you to?!" Gakushū rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You're like a janitor Karma"

"I just wanted to clean up your office for you, U thought you'd appreciate it!" Karma snapped, angry at Gakushū's lack of appreciation for him.

Gakushū stepped back, frowning at him "Don't yell at me Karma, why are you angry at me for?"

Karma couldn't believe this. He was really tired, and he didn't want to fight with his boyfriend. This wasn't the kind of welcome he was expecting from Gakushū.

"Let me just throw this out for you" Karma picked up the trash bag and walked out the door.

Gakushū rubbed his temples, his head hurt. He shouldn't had snapped at Karma like that, he was only trying to help him, and he just got back too, after being gone for an entire month. "I'll apologies tomorrow" he said.

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"Do you remember this place Karma?" Gakushū asked after setting Karma down once they've entered the building. Karma raised a brow at him, before turning his attention to the merchandise on the shelf. "What's so special about this sex shop Gakushū? I doubt you took me here to buy toys because I know you haven't completely forgiven me yet. I haven't completely won you back yet"

"You're right" Gakushū chuckled. "Accepting you back already when it's only been eleven days is too easy Karma, last time I checked, it took me 14 days and 49 chapters in the first book before I made you mine"

Karma looked at him in confusion. "What?"

"Fourteen days, I meant. It took me fourteen days to make you mine" Gakushū cleared his throat.

"Right" Karma looked around again. "So, why are we here? Need help choosing which dildos and handcuffs you should buy?" Karma teased. "Because that red one looks nice"

Gakushū continued to look at Karma with a smirk. "Just try to remember. Remember how you thought this place was a weapon's store and dragged me here with you"

Karma's eyes widened when he remembered that embarrassing incident eleven years ago.

"Ahhh! You two again! Here to buy something to spice up the bedroom with your girlfriends?" the old lady from the ice cream truck appeared behind the counter, full make up on and holding a whip.

Karma blushed darkly and Gakushū placed an arm around his shoulders. "Just play along, I'm not sure if she'll sell us anything if she knows we're gay"

Karma groaned. "What game are you playing at Gakushū?"

"I just want to tease you a little bit, is that wrong?" He smirked at Karma.

"Ohhh you two are just, so handsome! So very handsome it's making my old ovaries go doki Doki!" The old woman continued.

"Thanks" Karma said with an awkward smile as Gakushū led him to check out some fuzzy pink handcuffs.

This is gonna be a long afternoon.

"I guess you can count this as a date, supposedly" Gakushū said to Karma.

Karma looked at him. "A...date?"

"Why not?"

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