
He heard little to no commotion in the kitchen where their small dining room table was. The legs of the chair dragging on the floor in a loud screech made Hitoshi cringe and caused his ears to ring in agony at such a loud noise in a quiet apartment. Hitoshi stalked closer; his footsteps quiet and hardly audible. Denki sat, his back turned while he stuffed sickeningly sweet cereal in his mouth while he scrolled on his phone, not even aware of the man who came closer with each step he took until he was right behind the chair the blond sat upon. He looked down at Denki. He seemed so small from this view, though Hitoshi loomed over him even when the two stood hip to hip. He snaked his arms around his lover's shoulders from over the chair, feeling the blond man flinch from the sudden touch. Denki swallowed hard on a bite of his cereal, which was now soggy and gross from the looks of it. Or Denki has a rough night of patrol and Hitoshi has no reason to not help his boyfriend (Cover found on Pinterest and title from the song Holding You, Holding Me, by: Cigarettes After SexAll Rights Reserved
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