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Golden afternoon light slanted through the bakery window, setting the dust motes above the chocolate counter aglow. Tendou straightened his apron, the rich scent of melted cocoa hanging in the warm air. The doorbell rang with a soft chime. He looked up, a routine greeting on his lips, and his heart slammed against his ribs. Ushijima stood framed in the doorway, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Tendou’s breath hitched. In one fluid motion, he abandoned his station, sprinted around the counter, and leapt, wrapping his legs around your waist and burying his face into the curve of your neck. A shuddering breath escaped him, tears wetting his lashes. ‘You’re here,’ he whispered, voice cracking with emotion. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’