Feel My Heart Beat

Kirishima

Akihito unlocked the penthouse door and let himself in. It was a little odd letting himself in as though it was his house. He had done so previously when he stayed with Asami for a week but then he had been invited and Asami himself would always be home in the evening to spend time with him. He hadn't even told Asami that he was coming to stay although he assumed that he had already found out from his guards. He flicked on the lights and slipped off his shoes before making his way further in. Akihito couldn't quite get rid of the weird feeling as he settled himself on the couch with his takeaway dinner. It was kind of nice though, he decided after settling on a movie to watch while he ate. Much like when he stayed previously, it was a surprisingly homey feeling. Familiar. It screamed Asami, all sleek modern furniture and tasteful décor. It really needed more clutter. And photos on the walls. Maybe he should take a few and frame them.

Akihito froze part way through his musing and slapped his cheeks to try and distract himself. Why is it every time he stayed over, house wife tendencies came out? It was so embarrassing. A far better distraction came in the form of a message on his phone. The buzzing of his phone drew his attention to it and upon unlocking he discovered a message from the man that was the cause of all his current embarrassment.

I'll be very late, don't wait up.

He snorted. He hadn't planned on actually waiting up for him. Akihito was already lacking sleep after the stake out last night and his dithering over which photos to hand in. On top of that, after meeting up with his friends he had been called in late notice to cover a fashion photo shoot which had been an exhausting event in itself. How Emi was still a model with her ridiculous attitude, Akihito would never know. He typed out a quick reply.

Wasn't planning on it, too tired. See you in the morning?

Akihito chewed his lip in thought and typed out another message without waiting for a reply.

When I was at the paper this morning, they said they had some intel on a meeting with your name on it. I refused the job but...

It had been eating at him all day. He didn't know exactly what information they had but what if Asami was in danger? He didn't want to have anything happen to his soulmate, especially when he could prevent it. Why was nothing ever simple? It was messing with his conscience as a journalist. Tip off the man that the tip off was about? But no one was allowed to bring him down except Akihito. He had already come to that conclusion and wasn't about to back off or change his mind. He would be the only one to judge Asami and make that decision. His ringtone brought him back to the present and he looked down to see 'Ryuichi calling' on his phone.

"Hey." Argh, he sounded almost shy. He felt a little shy all of a sudden. What the hell was this man doing to him?

"Akihito." The way he said his name should be illegal. All dark promise and smooth.

"I uh... Hope its okay that I'm staying over even though you aren't here?"

"Of course. That's why I gave you a key."

Akihito found himself nodding and had to remind himself that Asami couldn't actually see him. Before he had a chance to speak however Asami continued.

"As for the intel, don't worry about it."

He let out a breath he hadn't even realised he had been holding. It felt like a massive weight off his shoulders.

"It's fake right? All the ones I chased ended up being fake anyway."

"It is." He could hear the amusement in the other mans voice. "But even if it wasn't, you don't have to worry about me."

"Of course I do! You're my soulmate right? You're important to me." Akihito was glad he wasn't saying this in person. His cheeks were bright red and at least over the phone he was able to hide his embarrassment. Although Asami probably knew somehow anyway, he always just seemed to know. "And if anyone is going to bring you down it will be me."