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Title: Home
Chapter: One-shot
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Fluff :3
Warnings: Zilch
Disclaimer: I own no one!
Rating: G
Pairing: Aiji x Maya
Synopsis: After a hard and long day's work, Aiji comes home
Comments: Written quite awhile back too
My calf muscles burned and the balls of my feet stung. My cologne had worn off and I swore I stank like a cow. My briefcase wasn't clutched in my hands anymore, instead it was dumped carelessly next to my feet.
I glanced at my wrist watch, it read 11:53 pm and here I was in the old apartment lift, which was ascending me ever so slowly to my floor. Another night of OT, another night of the same tedious work, it was hard to say that I was not officially worn out by this job which paid me just the bare minimal to scrape me by.
The lift 'ting-ed' and its rusty blue doors creaked open. I pushed myself off its grimy walls and sluggishly dragged my pathetic stinky sticky self to my unit, scraping my heels along the way. At that moment I honestly didn't care if I woke any of the neighbours up. I was so tired even bathing sounded like another mountain of paperwork to sort and complete. All hail the almighty me who complained about being as fragrant as a cow. The front door soon came into view, I smiled to myself inside as my facial muscles had retired for the day, kicked off my damned pair of worn out leather shoes and groaned out loud when I had to rummage through the stupid bag for the idiotic set of keys to unlock door. When WWIII was over and I defeated the keys and door lock duo, I entered the flat and my feet flexed in relief at finally meeting real solid ground for the first time in hours.
I glanced towards the left as my ears picked out shuffling noises from the kitchen. Soon a familiar tall blonde figure came into my blurred line of vision, holding out a mug of warm milk to me. Flashing a lop-sided grin, he placed his large warm hands on my aching shoulders and guided me to our seasoned battered couch, where I dumped myself down and sipped the simple treat in fatigued delight. I turned to him and gave him a small smile, cupping my smaller hands over his in silent gratitude. My left arm slinked over to his left and brought him closer to my chest where he leaned against, sighed and closed his eyes. The surroundings were silent, save for the bare rhythmic drumming of our synchronized heart beats.
It's in situations like this, where there is no need for words. It's for nights like this, where I don't mind slogging my ass off all day. It's only right like this, where there’s him to embrace when I come home.
Chapter: One-shot
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Fluff :3
Warnings: Zilch
Disclaimer: I own no one!
Rating: G
Pairing: Aiji x Maya
Synopsis: After a hard and long day's work, Aiji comes home
Comments: Written quite awhile back too
My calf muscles burned and the balls of my feet stung. My cologne had worn off and I swore I stank like a cow. My briefcase wasn't clutched in my hands anymore, instead it was dumped carelessly next to my feet.
I glanced at my wrist watch, it read 11:53 pm and here I was in the old apartment lift, which was ascending me ever so slowly to my floor. Another night of OT, another night of the same tedious work, it was hard to say that I was not officially worn out by this job which paid me just the bare minimal to scrape me by.
The lift 'ting-ed' and its rusty blue doors creaked open. I pushed myself off its grimy walls and sluggishly dragged my pathetic stinky sticky self to my unit, scraping my heels along the way. At that moment I honestly didn't care if I woke any of the neighbours up. I was so tired even bathing sounded like another mountain of paperwork to sort and complete. All hail the almighty me who complained about being as fragrant as a cow. The front door soon came into view, I smiled to myself inside as my facial muscles had retired for the day, kicked off my damned pair of worn out leather shoes and groaned out loud when I had to rummage through the stupid bag for the idiotic set of keys to unlock door. When WWIII was over and I defeated the keys and door lock duo, I entered the flat and my feet flexed in relief at finally meeting real solid ground for the first time in hours.
I glanced towards the left as my ears picked out shuffling noises from the kitchen. Soon a familiar tall blonde figure came into my blurred line of vision, holding out a mug of warm milk to me. Flashing a lop-sided grin, he placed his large warm hands on my aching shoulders and guided me to our seasoned battered couch, where I dumped myself down and sipped the simple treat in fatigued delight. I turned to him and gave him a small smile, cupping my smaller hands over his in silent gratitude. My left arm slinked over to his left and brought him closer to my chest where he leaned against, sighed and closed his eyes. The surroundings were silent, save for the bare rhythmic drumming of our synchronized heart beats.
It's in situations like this, where there is no need for words. It's for nights like this, where I don't mind slogging my ass off all day. It's only right like this, where there’s him to embrace when I come home.