i found out that i have this kiraboss wip (it was a request too, apparently)?? but since there's a good chance i won't go back to writing jojo (sorry, my brain enjoys things in phases and the jojo phase has kind of passed), imma just publish what i have here. it's not complete, but it's kinda cute, so... to whoever requested this, and whoever's reading ofc, enjoy :)

p/s: honestly, rereading this now, i almost can't make sense of Kira's characterization Y_Y but to each their own interpretation ig (which is another way of me saying, do the work yourself :^) )

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"Honey, I'm home." Kira closed the door, before bending down to remove his shoes. The house was oddly quiet today. Of course, silence was never something he minded, since all his previous partners only showed their affection through actions anyway. Diavolo, however, was different. He had his own mind and his own urges, and was never afraid to act on them; this often drove Kira crazy. Even now, as he walked up the stairs to their bedroom, the growing tug of worry in his stomach felt agonizing. He wished he had been more scrupulous in eradicating these dependent feelings from his life — but, well, love was a dependent feeling, and Kira happened to like love.

Anyway. He was not going to have thoughts like those on Valentine's Day.

Kira pushed the bedroom door open. There Diavolo was, fast asleep (at 5:30 in the evening?), limbs all tangled up with the covers like he'd just staged a wrestling match, a copious amount of drool leaking from his parted lips onto Kira's pillow. This was what he would call a "pleasant surprise," but god knows Kira hated surprises, especially when it involved people messing with his things without permission. But then again, this was Diavolo, and he wasn't about to go all Killer Queen on someone so beautiful, both in hands and otherwise. (They peacefully agreed on possibly being the most ugly-on-the-inside people they know, so no, Kira was not going to employ the cheesy, overused version of that quote.)

"Diavolo," he called out softly as he walked over to the bed, propping his briefcase against the nightstand. When he saw that there was no reaction, Kira threaded a hand through his lover's messy hair, cringing at how saliva-soaked some of the strands were. "Darling, wake up."

A crease appeared between Diavolo's brows, and then he stirred, rolling onto his back and away from Kira's touch. Although he missed the warmth and the silken feeling, Kira recoiled and waited for the pink-haired man to regain his bearings. He was already happy enough to see the progress in their relationship, from Diavolo flinching and snapping each time he so much as reached out toward him unwarned, to him having enough faith to fall asleep so unguardedly in a bed that wasn't his own. Said man, though, was completely oblivious to Kira's proud little smile as he shamelessly wiped the drool off of his face, before cracking an eye open, muttering, "Hey."

"Hi," Kira replied, leaning back to make some space as Diavolo scooted closer and put his head onto his lap, admittedly smooshing his face a little close to the blond's crotch. (But he seemed genuinely groggy, so Kira let it slide.) "How are you?"

"Mmm. Sleep-deprived, but otherwise fine. You?"

"I'm good, thanks for asking." The blonde began to run his fingers through Diavolo's hair again, noticing said man's contented hum as he did so. "When did you go to bed last night?"

"Not sure. Six or something."

"What?"

"Paperwork was a pain. ... Can you keep doing that? It feels really nice."

Kira rolled his eyes, but nonetheless resumed his playing with Diavolo's hair. "You should get up. You're going to make us late for our dinner reservation."

"Hmm?"

"It's Valentine's Day, remember?"

Diavolo suddenly rose from his lap, propping himself up on both hands until his face was inches away from Kira's. The look in his eyes was so tender, and the smile on his lips so sweet, they almost made Kira forget about morning breath. "Of course I do. You just surprised me, that's all. May I ask where we're headed tonight?"

"Trattoria Trussardi."

"Really?"

"Yes." If Kira sounded like he was boasting when he said that, it was because he was. Getting a dinner reservation at Tonio's during a normal night was hard enough — never mind Valentine. But just for that look of sincere happiness on his lover's face, all of the rescheduling, the phone calls, and the dealing with other inhabitants of Morioh in general (ugh) were worth it. Diavolo leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek, soft, soft hand resting on top of Kira's shoulder. "Thank you, mi amore."