The apartment was quiet, lit only by the warm spill of the kitchen light and the soft hum of late-night city sounds through the open window.
Kaito stood at the sink, drying the last dish, when he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind.
"You're supposed to be asleep," he murmured, smiling.
Ren's voice was sleepy but certain. "Couldn't. Kept thinking about tomorrow."
Kaito turned in his arms. "Nervous?"
Ren shrugged. "Not about you. Just… everything else."
They stood there, swaying gently in the stillness of the kitchen. Years had passed since that rainy Monday morning in 2-B, but Kaito still felt that same quiet thrum in his chest when Ren looked at him like this—soft and certain, like nothing else in the world mattered.
"Do you ever think about how it started?" Kaito asked. "The window seat. Your terrible timing."
Ren laughed. "You mean perfect timing."
Kaito rolled his eyes, but his smile lingered. "Back then I never thought we'd end up here."
"Me neither," Ren said. "But I hoped."
He pulled back just enough to look at Kaito properly. The faintest crease in his brow. "Are you happy?"
Kaito didn't hesitate. "I am."
Ren's eyes softened. "Even when I steal the blanket? And leave dishes in the sink?"
"Even then," Kaito said. "Especially then."
They stayed like that a while—just holding, just being. The fridge buzzed quietly. A car passed outside.
Finally, Ren murmured, "You know… this is our last night as boyfriends."
Kaito tilted his head. "That sounds ominous."
Ren grinned. "Tomorrow, I get to call you my husband."
Kaito flushed. His heart, somehow, still managed to trip over itself. "Yeah. You do."
Ren leaned in and kissed him—slow, familiar, full of every day that had led them here.
When they parted, Kaito rested his forehead against Ren's.
"Tomorrow's going to be crazy," he said.
"Yeah," Ren agreed. "But I'll find you in it."
"You always do."