"Haruto, which one was the box for utensils?" Nagomi called out giving up on finding the right card box- after having skimmed through almost every one of them.
After waiting for a while and getting no response he got up and sighed, his hands on the hips. There were heaps of card boxes everywhere. Why did he think it was a nice idea to move out from his apartment as if the manual labour from his first time moving out wasn't enough. 

"Whatever." 
He mumbled before opening every card box that was laying down there. 

"Oh, this one was Haruto's clothes." He groaned in annoyance. He opened at least 6 boxes before finding the right one. 

"There it is." 
He sighed in relief after finally finding the right box. 

He took out the culinarians and placed them on the kitchen's isle- trying to sort out the suitable location. 

"Let's see the plates will be on the second chamber while the rarely used ones will be on the top shelf." 
Despite being unmotivated for most of his time, he was pretty efficient when he was determined to accomplish something and right now that something was sorting out the placement for kitchen utensils. He was a perfectionist through and through be it in music or daily life activities. 

He tiptoed trying to reach the top shelf but in vain as he was too short to reach there.
*Growl* A loud gurgling sound escaped from his stomach as his cheeks turned red but to his relief, Haruto was not anywhere near the premises- he sighed and gave up on trying to organise the top shelf- he was already tired, sleepy and hungry. 

"I will ask Haruto to do it." 
He laid down on the floor staring at the ceiling. 

*Clack* The sound of the front door opening startled him just when he was near to dozing off. He got and rubbed his eyes. 

"Where did you go?" 
He stared at Haruto with still drowsy eyes. 

"I went to bring something to eat. Figured you might be hungry- and tired too now? You can sleep after eating, I will take care of it from here." 

Haruto placed the bag of plastic which contained packed food; fried chicken and a soda drink. 

He brought plates and served them to Nagomi who was eagerly waiting for the latter to do that as his physical limit had already reached its limit. 

"What are you doing?" 
Nagomi took a bite off his fried chicken, his eyes tracing every movement of Haruto- who took out the piece of furniture from its wrapping. It was the headboard of the bed. 

"I will fix the bed, so you can sleep after you finish eating." 
Haruto rested his hands on his hips and started to inspect which part goes where. 

"I can just use the floor for now." 

"That won't do. You get sore. You have a lean body so it's easier to get muscle ache."
Haruto sternly retorted. 

He then proceeded to fix the headboard with the side rails and footboard and took out the cut slats to fit in them. 

"I am not that thin." The black-haired mumbled with his now red cheeks. 

Haruto chuckled at him. "It's almost done, so no complaining okay?" 

Nagomi complied with his request and focused on his fried chicken. 
                               **** 

A light wave of breeze passed through the opened window, making the curtains lightly flutter. 

"Ugh." Nagomi groaned as his peaceful sleep was disrupted by the unwanted guest. 

He shuffled around, laid still for a while and finally got up annoyed.
The golden rays of evening sun were seeping through the gaps between the curtains as they danced along. drowsy eyes looked around, clearly confused but soon his eyes lit up in realisation. 

'I moved in with Haruto.' He thought. 

A sigh left his lips, he fell back again- his body bounced a bit in the mattress, a snort left his mouth and gradually changed into giggles that filled the room. He was happy. 

"Haruto, where is he now?" He got up excitedly and scanned the once empty room. Haruto had already arranged everything. 

The coffee table was placed right beside the window, just like how Nagomi liked it: since he loved writing while looking at the night sky while bathing in the gentle breeze. A soft smile displayed on his face for his lover's consideration. 
"What a good boy, he is." 

He yawned, the drowsiness was still present. 

*clack* The door swung open and a nervous Haruto came in the line of vision of Nagomi. 

"Oh, you already woke up!" There was a glint of relief in his voice. 

Nagomi raised his eyebrows. "Wait don't tell me- 

"Yeah, I was nervous to wake you up since you love your sleep so much." 

"Why are you like this?" He chuckled and patted Haruto's hair. The latter let out nervous laughter"  There is one more thing." 

"Go on." 

"You need to see it for yourself." He led the way towards the other bedroom and opened the door. It was also already arranged. This room had a bit more furniture and a double bed since they both will be using it. 

But what caught his attention was not the layout of the room but the little golden highlights that were visible outside the balcony through the big sliding glass window. 

He turned towards Haruto, the latter only smiled at him. He excitedly went outside in anticipation. The railings were wrapped in small golden and white lights and in the middle was a small table with beers and plates neatly placed on it. 

He stared in awe, it was only until Haruto wrapped his arms around his waist- he was brought into reality. 
"It's a home date to commemorate our living together." He whispered in Nagomi's ear- a chill went down his spine when Haruto's lips brushed his ears. 

"What's this?" Nagomi tried to change the topic and used the chance to escape the latter's grip, Nagomi was pointing- towards the small round table between two little maroon coloured cushions. It had food and beer bottles on it. 

"Umm a table?" He answered unsure of what answer the latter was expecting. 

"I can see that but didn't we decide to discard it?" 

"I was going to but as you can see it makes perfect use for a situation like this," Haruto explained excitedly. 

"Anyways, enough with small talks let's eat first or the food will get cold." Haruto pulled the latter and made him sit before sitting himself on the cushion. 

Nagomi was oddly proud of his lover's capability, he even made the food himself. He must have been practising for some time. And even though the food was something a fancy restaurant would make and would go well with wine- he prepared beer instead of wine because Nagomi was never a fan of wine. 

They had small chats as they enjoyed each other's company. 

"I like you," Nagomi whispered against brown hairs and Haruto swore that his heart skipped a beat. They had now moved inside after cleaning the things.

"Can you say it again?" He cupped Nagomis cheeks, trying to make eye contact. The latter's eyes looked everywhere but the brown-haired one. "No." He mumbled, flustered. 

"I should've known." Haruto sighed. 

Irritated and amused at how his lover's mood changed with a few words from him, Nagomi cupped Harutos cheeks back. 

"Listen carefully. I like you." Haruto stared at him for a while, without any movement whatsoever. Soon his face turned red, looking at Nagomi blushed too. 

Haruto chuckled at how Nagomis face turned red- how it started from his cheeks and engulfed his ears. 

"I love you," Nagomi mumbled again, catching Haruto off guard once again. 

"You. Why?" He squished Nagomi's cheeks before hugging him, clearly taken aback to form any words. 

"I love you too." He pulled back from the hug and rested his forehead on top of the black-haired. Their breath slowly got closer to each other at a pace matching to the other: finally, till their lips met. 

As they shared a passionate kiss, their mind was playing the 'I love yous' they shared and just like that beside the golden white lights- they let their love shine even brighter.