One Shots of All Kinds

Bokuro - Welcome Home Cuddles

There he is. Sitting on a barstool, leaning over the island in the kitchen with papers and a computer laid out in front of him. His glasses rest upon his nose, framing his hazel, cat like eyes. His black is a mess as it always is. His tan hand holds his phone up to his ear. He is talking to someone.

He is not alone in the room. There is another. This one has slightly paler skin. His hair is white with black streaks. His eyes are amber and wide. Unlike the hazel eyed man, he is unoccupied. He is grinning mischievously.

The first man is unaware he has company. He believes he is alone. He believes the latter of the two is gone and won't be back for another day. But he is wrong.

The white haired male sneaks up on the other, hands ready to make a quick, unnoticed grab.

He is right behind him now. The other continues his call and then dismisses himself and hangs up. He sighs, mutters something about idiots, and starts clicking his computer.

The one behind him takes his chance. He wraps his arms around the other's waist and squeezes.

The other tenses and screams.

"MOTHER OF ALL HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"

He hears laughter. Laughter he recognizes. The arms leave his body. He turns and he sees the reason for his alarm laughing so hard he's barely standing even with the refrigerator's help. He crosses his arms.

After about 2 minutes, the laughter dies down.

"What the fuck, Bokuto? You scared the shit out of me. And what are you doing back so early  you're not to be back till the 18th-" He looks at his phone. To his surprise it says March 18. He sets his phone down. "I guess it is the eighteenth. Nevermind. But that still doesn't excuse you for nearly giving me a heart attack."

'Bokuto' laughs again, however not as hard. He smiles sweetly and pulls the other man up from his seat and into  his arms where he holds his hand in one of his own and holds his waist with his arm.

"I am on time. I was a little sad when you didn't show up at the airport to welcome me home, or when you didn't send a text to congratulate me on my win." Bokuto pouted a little but his partner just rolled his eyes, clearly too upset to show any sympathy. Bokuto was saddened a little, seeing how his partner wasn't giving any apology. On one hand, that was a good thing as he said it too often, but on the other hand, it made him feel as though he didn't care. "I'm sorry. I thought you'd find the scare enjoyable, but clearly not."

The tone in his voice snapped his partner out of his grudge and he sighed. He took his hand from the other's grip and held his partner's face as both his partner's hands rested on his hips.

"No, it's fine, Bo. I should be the one apologizing. I'm sorry I wasn't there to greet you and I'm sorry I didn't congratulate you on your win. Lastly, I'm sorry I got upset at you. You just scared me, that's all. I lost track for the dates and work kept me busy. I wanted to call you after we reviewed your game at work, but I couldn't remember the time for you, and I didn't want to wake you, so I never got around to it. I'm sorry."

Bokuto smiled at his reassuring words but frowned again when he saw his partner's tired expression and the spotlessness of the place.

"What's wrong?"

Bokuto moved hand to his partner's face and ruined his thumb just under the other's glasses.

"Tetsu, I was gone for about 2 weeks, how much did you sleep?"

Tetsu just smiled sheepishly. In all honesty, sleep didn't come easy to him and his mind was constantly telling him there was something to be done. Bokuto usually forced him to stay in bed, but without him there, there was nothing to stop him from staying up all night till sleep took over, making him sleep at his desk. His partner knew about his habits, so he didn't dare lie. Even though he was pretty good at lying, Bokuto was one the few people who picked up on his lies, so there was no point.