The smell of fresh yeast and melted chocolate was finally back in the air. After weeks of living like Violent Fugitives, the neighborhood was buzzing. The blackened shell of the old shop was gone, replaced by a sleek, modern space with huge glass windows and a sign that glowed in gold: Iron & Honey Sweets. It was the perfect mix of Daisetsu's Metallic strength and Yasuo's Nurturing sweetness.
The Superintendent was in a jail cell, Ryuji's penthouse was a crime scene, and the blackmail video was digital dust. For the first time, Daisetsu wasn't wearing a teacher's tie or tactical gear. He was wearing a simple black apron over a tight white t-shirt that made his Hard, Muscular Body look highkey illegal. He stood behind the counter, acting as the Stoic Protector of the cash register, while Yasuo flitted around like a happy Cutie Boy, serving the long line of fans who had come to support their local heroes.
"You look good in flour, Sensei," Tenshin teased, leaning against the counter.
Daisetsu didn't smile, but his eyes were Metallic with a soft pride as he watched Yasuo laugh with a customer. "I'm just here to make sure no one messes with the baker."
The day was a total success, a Grand Opening that felt like a victory parade. But as the sun dipped low and the Open sign was finally flipped to Closed the Physical Tension that had been simmering under the professional surface finally boiled over. The Status Quo was safe, but their hunger for each other was Extreme.
Yasuo was in the back kitchen, wiping down the new marble prep station. The lighting was warm and Savage, casting long shadows across the stainless steel. When the heavy kitchen door clicked shut and the lock turned, Yasuo didn't even have to look up to know who it was.
Daisetsu walked over, his heavy boots thumping on the tile. He didn't say a word. He just grabbed Yasuo by the waist and hoisted him onto the marble counter, his Possessive hands gripping the boy's thighs.
"The shop is a hit," Yasuo whispered, his face a Fierce Blush as he wrapped his arms around Daisetsu's Broad Shoulders.
"I don't care about the shop," Daisetsu growled, his voice a Gravelly rasp that made Yasuo's skin tingle. "I've been watching you all day, and all I could think about was this."
The Physical Payoff was Wild and Primal. Daisetsu didn't just kiss him; he Claimed him. He pulled Yasuo's apron aside, his mouth Crashing onto the Dark, Purple Mark he'd refreshed only that morning. The Ultimate Heat of the ovens had nothing on the fire between them.
Daisetsu entered Yasuo with a Heavy, Rhythmic Force that made the marble counter feel like it was vibrating. It was "Various and Intense," a mix of slow, Possessive grinds and Frantic thrusts that left Yasuo breathless. Yasuo's legs were Hiked Up over those Scarred shoulders, his heels digging into the Iron-Fist's back as he arched into every touch.
Daisetsu shifted him, pinning Yasuo against the heavy industrial refrigerator. The cold metal against Yasuo's back and the Extreme Heat of Daisetsu's body in front was a Sensory Overload. Daisetsu gripped Yasuo's wrists, holding them above his head with one hand while the other mapped out every inch of the baker's Nurtured skin.
"You're mine, Yasuo," Daisetsu panted, his Wounded Soul finally feeling whole. "In this shop, in this city, forever."
"Always," Yasuo cried out, his voice Raw with a Lightning Strike of pleasure.
The moment was Savage, a total Physical Touch that left them both clinging to each other in the quiet kitchen. The Shared Moment was so deep they didn't even hear the rain starting to tap against the window. They were finally Home.