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It's dark, and the only light is from the moon and their fridge. There's an old love song playing on the radio, one of Ryoji's favourites. And Ryoji has his hands on Minato's waist and is trying to coax him into dancing with him.
"I'm trying to get a snack," he mutters, head still in the fridge, and Ryoji tuts disapprovingly.
"You can get one in a bit, love. After the song ends."
Knowing it's pointless to argue, Minato turns around, hooking his arms around Ryoji's neck.
"You're annoying, you know that?" He says, but it's with a smile. Ryoji hums, pretending to think, before smiling back and spinning Minato around. "Perhaps, but you still love me." Minato laughs as Ryoji dips him.
"You got me there."
They continue to dance in silence, even as the song comes to an end and the next one begins. The moonlight halos Ryoji's face, and Minato can see the light of the fridge reflected in his eyes, and understands how Ryoji can find even the simplest things beautiful.
"I love you," he whispers, and Ryoji's face breaks into a wide grin.
"I love you too, dearest." He leans forward and pecks a kiss to Minato's forehead, and pulls him into an embrace. They stay like that for a bit, before the next song comes on, and Ryoji is grinning and pulling Minato into another spin.
"You said I could eat after that song," Minato grumbles.
"After this one."
Midnight ticks past on their little kitchen clock, and they are both there, dancing together, alive and free. The dance is familiar, they've done this before. Step forward, step back. Spin. All the while Ryoji is humming along with a goofy grin and a look of concentration, and Minato feels so lucky, and so undeserving.
"I'm glad we're alive," he mumbles into Ryoji's chest, and the grip on his waist tightens.
"Me too, love. Me too."