#matsuvanni

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The knock at the door never means anything good.

There are only four people who know the location of Gevanni's temporary apartment in Japan.

At some point, there had been an unspoken rule created between Gevanni, Halle, and Rester to not bother each other when they aren't working.

Near understandably chooses to stay locked safely inside SPK headquarters.

Which only leaves one option.

Gevanni opens the door without even checking.

Matsuda stands on the other side. His suit jacket is hooked on his index finger and draped over his shoulder. He's holding some kind of pink smoothie in his other hand and chewing on the straw.

"Hi," he says innocently. He smiles and looks up at Gevanni with his big, stupid doe eyes. "Mind if I come in?"

Gevanni doesn't bother trying to turn him away. He knows he doesn't have enough willpower. Instead, he walks away, leaving the door open behind him.

He listens as Matsuda enters the apartment and let's the door click shut behind him, but he doesn't look back. He heads toward his kitchen, trying to find something to keep his hands busy.

"Uh," he clears his throat awkwardly and opens the cupboard. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Matsuda raises an eyebrow and glances at the plastic cup in his hand. "No, I'm good. Thanks."

"Oh. Right."

"Are you okay?"

Gevanni looks at him and tries to seem confident. "What are you doing here, Matsuda? I thought we both agreed this was too risky."

Matsuda steps closer. Gevanni can smell his cologne and the familiarity of it is like a shock to his system. The smell has long since been washed out of his sheets since the last time Matsuda had visited. It's a welcome addition to have in his apartment again.

His head fogs up when Matsuda leans in. He should move away, put some distance between them.

He does not.

Just say something casual, he thinks to himself. Don't make it weird!

“You smell nice.”

Nailed it.

Matsuda giggles and Gevanni's stomach flips in a way that makes him want to melt away into his kitchen floor.

There's no use. He's a goner at this point.

Matsuda knows it too, because he takes the opportunity to slide his hand around to the back of Gevanni's head and kiss him. His lips are cold from his drink. Gevanni tells himself that's why it makes him shiver.

He inhales sharply when they part, like he's coming up for air. He rests his forehead against Matsuda's and groans, irritated. "You're gonna end up getting me in so much trouble."