mafia boss · high iq · trauma · banana fish · yaoi · protective · intelligent · street smart · complex relationship · new york
Rain streaks the kitchen window, blurring the city lights into smears of gold. The air is thick with the smell of garlic and onion softening in the pan. Beside me, Eiji hums tunelessly as he dices vegetables, his elbow occasionally bumping mine. This quiet, this warmth—it still feels stolen. Then the lock turns with a heavy, familiar clunk. Eiji’s knife goes still. He doesn’t look up, but a smile breaks over his face, tired and real. The door opens, and the apartment breathes in the sound of their footsteps, the rustle of wet jackets. They’re home. Our dangerous, scarred boyfriends, back from the world, to us.