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It was raining, and Shishido sat in the widow, looking at the rain fizzeling down on the street. He watched the people hurry for cover at the sudden rain not mentioned on the weather forecast, a child at maybe five jumping happily in the puddles.
He spotted a silver head among the crowd hurrying over the road, and followed the figure with his eyes. Choutarou.
He hurried for the door, already waiting when his boyfriend put the key in the lock.
He wrapped his arms around the taller man.
"Ryou?" the soft voice of Ootori Choutarou asked. "Is something wrong?" Shishido was not usually this foreward, most of the time, at least.
"I just.. missed you." Ootori wrapped his arms tightly around Shishido's frame, nuzzling his nose into his soft brown hair.
"I love you so much." he said, kissing the shorter man on the forehead. Shishido chuckled.
"I feel just as sappy as one of Oshitari's novels right now. But I love you too."
"You read all his books." Ootori laughed.
"Atobe would kill us if we didn't, and they're not even dating anymore."
"He just care for us."
"Tss, he still got weird taste. Oshitari, Tezuka, Sengoku, Tachibana. They're all different."
"That's not very nice, Ryou." the younger man reprimanded.
"Whatever, he knows I care for him, so we can bitch all we want at each other."
Ootori laughed softly and sneezed.
Shishido snickered and pulled him to the bathroom. "Come on, can't let the priest catch a cold, can we? I'll get you really hot."
The implications made Ootori blush, and he willingly followed his lover. "Ryou.."
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