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Title: One (1) Entire Day of Boyfriend Bliss (Dom Has Been Kidnapped By Love)
To say Shuriken was excited was an understatement.
It was more like: he was vibrating at a molecular level, zooming around his apartment like a cartoon character whose only source of fuel was raw serotonin and the concept of boyfriend time. He had prepared. He had trained for this moment. His day planner was STUFFED.
And why?
Because after eight and a half million centuries (or, like, two weeks), Dom finally had a day off.
A REAL one. No missions. No meetings. No disappearing mid-sentence because “something came up.” Shuriken had clung to his boyfriend like a koala during the phone call when Dom confirmed it.
“Tomorrow. I’m free.”
Shuriken had screamed. Loudly. Into Dom’s ear.
Now, it was tomorrow.
7:46 AM – Operation: DOM DAY GO GO GO
Dom was asleep. Peacefully. Like a stone. He looked so calm, so serene.
Shuriken yeeted himself directly onto his chest.
“DOMMMMMMMMM!! IT’S TIME!!! IT’S TIME IT’S TIME IT’S BOYFRIEND DAYYYYYY!!!” he shrieked like the world’s most excitable fire alarm.
Dom’s eyes opened slowly, like a Windows XP computer booting up after being unplugged for a decade.
“…Huh.”
“Get up, sleepy boy,” Shuriken chirped, poking his cheeks. “The schedule waits for NO man!!”
Dom blinked. “…You made a schedule?”
“Oh, I made six.” Shuriken pulled out a glitter-bombed binder labeled “THE DOM N’ SHURI BONDING EXPERIENCE” in bubble letters. “Color-coded! With stickers!”
Dom stared at the binder like it had personally insulted him.
“…Okay.”
Shuriken’s entire soul sparkled. “YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!”
9:00 AM – Pancake war
Shuriken insisted they cook breakfast together.
Dom tried to explain that he could cook, actually, thank you very much, but the moment Shuriken pulled out the heart-shaped pancake molds and an entire bottle of rainbow sprinkles, it was over.
Dom flipped one (1) pancake.
Shuriken threw one (1) pancake at the ceiling.
“Why is it stuck up there.”
“It’s gravity’s fault.”
“...It’s not gravity’s fault.”
11:30 AM – Park Date (ft. Chaos)
They went to the park because Shuriken wanted to race squirrels and “feel the grass between his toes like a wild forest prince.”
Dom sat on a bench with a juice box and watched as Shuriken ran in chaotic zigzags after a very unimpressed squirrel.
Then he tripped over his own foot and fell into a bush with a loud “I’M OKAY!!!”
Dom sipped his juice. “👍”
Later, Shuriken dragged him onto the swings.
“You gotta pump your legs, Dom.”
“I am.”
“You’re just going up and down like a sad elevator.”
“👍”
Dom was having a great time, actually.
1:00 PM – Bubble Tea & Emotional Vulnerability Hour
They got boba.
Dom got something normal.
Shuriken got a monstrosity with every jelly, popping boba, and topping possible. It looked like a dessert crime scene.
He handed Dom a straw and said, “Try it!! It tastes like candy, hope, and seasonal depression all at once!”
Dom took one sip and stared off into the middle distance like he’d just had a vision.
“…That was too many flavors. My soul left my body.”
Shuriken giggled. “Yours tastes like dirt water.”
“…It’s oolong.”
“Dirt. Water.”
Then Shuriken leaned against Dom with a soft little sigh. “I really missed you, y’know…”
Dom didn’t say anything at first.
Then he gently took Shuriken’s hand.
“…Missed you too.”
Shuriken exploded in gay sparkles.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU LOVE ME YOU LOVE ME YOU SAID IT—!!”
“Don’t make me take it back.”
“You NEVER will. You’re stuck with me forever, mister.”
“…👍”
3:00 PM – Photo Booth Mayhem
There was a photo booth at the mall. Shuriken threw Dom inside like it was life or death.
“POSE WITH ME!!! Make a dumb face!!!”
Dom made his regular face.
Shuriken kissed his cheek mid-shot.
Flash. Click.
“Do it again!!”
Dom blinked.
Flash. Click.
The final strip was four images:
1. Dom looking confused, Shuriken looking like he’s going to explode.
2. Dom squinting. Shuriken sticking his tongue out.
3. Shuriken kissing Dom’s cheek. Dom blushing.
4. Both of them laughing.
Shuriken took the strip, cradled it, and whispered, “I’m gonna put this in my will.”
6:00 PM – Movie Marathon and Mandatory Cuddles
They watched terrible action movies on the couch.
Shuriken insisted on quoting every single line badly and also re-enacting the fight scenes with pillows. Dom got bonked at least six times.
At one point, Shuriken just flopped sideways, laying directly on top of Dom.
“…You’re heavy.”
“I’m love-weighted.”
“…What does that even mean.”
“It means I’m full of affection and spaghetti.”
Dom sighed and let Shuriken stay.
10:15 PM – Sleepy Snuggle Time
Shuriken was fully bundled in a blanket like a burrito, cheek smooshed against Dom’s shoulder.
“You’re really warm,” he mumbled sleepily.
“You’re really loud.”
“I knowwwwwww,” Shuriken yawned. “But you like it.”
Dom looked down at him.
“…Yeah. I do.”
Shuriken’s eyes fluttered shut. “Yay…”
“Thanks for today,” Dom whispered.
A beat of silence. Then, very softly, half-asleep:
“YIPPEE…”
[END]