There was a commotion at the front door of the restaurant, and Kojiro turned around to deal with it (they were closed for the night, come back at noon tomorrow) when he spotted Kaoru—calm, collected, composed Kaoru—scrambling inside and slamming the door. "Don't you have a lock on this door?" he demanded.

Kojiro slung the kitchen towel over his shoulder and walked quickly over to lock the door—if Kaoru was this upset, something was wrong. "What is it? Is someone after you?" He caught Kaoru's arm, checking him for injuries. "Did someone hurt you?"

Kaoru pulled his arm away and straightened his yukata. "Not someone. Something. And it's—"

He cut off with a strangled noise, and Kojiro turned to see a fucking goose standing on the bar. He was about to ask what in the actual fuck when the goose honked and shook itself, sending a spray of glitter all over the place.

One: Kojiro was never going to be able to clean all that up. And two... "You're being chased by a soulmate goose?"

"Of course it's a soulmate goose, you overgrown gorilla," Kaoru snapped. "Real geese don't sparkle. And it's obviously got the wrong idea, because—"

Kojiro didn't wait to hear why the goose had the wrong idea; he hauled Kaoru to him and kissed him soundly. When he looked back up, the goose honked again and disappeared.

Kojiro grinned and turned his attention back to Kaoru, who was gaping at him, gold eyes wide behind his glasses. "Still think it had the wrong idea, four-eyes?"

"Oh, shut up," Kaoru muttered, and kissed him again.