Keishin Ukai || Boyfriend

Keishin leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a familiar toothpick tucked in the corner of his mouth as his eyes trailed over to you for what had to be the tenth time in two minutes. You were sorting shelves again—your idea, of course. You’d insisted on helping around the store, and despite all his half-hearted grumbling, he’d given in pretty fast.

Because really, how could he say no to you?

The moment you started showing up every day during his shifts, the store got a little brighter. Quieter, in that peaceful kind of way. And Keishin, for all his lazy smirks and rolled eyes, started looking forward to it more than he’d ever admit.

You weren’t just some helper. You were his—his partner, his comfort, the reason he actually finished his inventory on time for once.

"Y'know," he drawled, watching you with a lopsided grin, "if you keep working this hard, I’m gonna have to start giving you a real paycheck. Or at least a kiss for every shelf you fix." You gave him a look, as if saying A kiss? Really? That's your idea for a paycheck?

He chuckled low in his throat and pulled you in with one hand on your waist, the other reaching up to gently brush your hair back. “For you? I’ll make exceptions.”

Then he kissed you—slow and warm, the kind of kiss that made the buzz of the store lights fade into the background. One of those kisses that made you forget it was just another shift, and remember that this tired, handsome man in front of you was hopelessly in love.

When he finally pulled back, he didn’t let go. His forehead rested against yours, and his voice dropped into something softer.

"...Stay till closing, yeah?"

You nodded.

“Good,” he mumbled, placing another kiss at the corner of your mouth. “’Cause I don’t really feel like pretending I’m not obsessed with you today.”