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Though it took some getting used to at first, Shuichi and Kiibo slept in the same bed every night. Of course, Kiibo didn’t technically “sleep”— unless he needed to power down or charge his battery—so a portion of the night included Kiibo snuggling up to his sleeping boyfriend. He’d be left with his own thoughts and the warm, fuzzy feeling he couldn’t quite describe, (perhaps it had something to do with when he hugged Shuichi?). But his favorite part of the silent hours was when the sun would just barely make it’s way up into the sky. Beams of light would creep through the window and wrap around the bed. The warmth would spill into the blankets. But what really made Kiibo cherish those moments was Shuichi.
Boy, did he look absolutely gorgeous.
The now dim room would enhance the robot’s vision and allow him to take in Shuichi’s features. The sun cupped his face and dusted his cheeks. The light traced his jawline and the ridged bride of his nose. It reflected off his dark locks and long eyelashes—a beautiful golden hue contrasting with a deep blue one. Kiibo would smile and gently brush Shuichi’s hair out of his face; only then would he quietly kiss his forehead, making sure not to disturb him. He’d spend the rest of the hour holding on a little tighter than before, as Shuichi would soon be awoken by his alarm—and that alarm meant that Shuichi had to get ready for work. Still, he’d smile, wondering what a robot like him had done to get as lucky as he did.
Tonight, however, was not like most nights.
Rather than a quiet midnight followed with a sleepy early morning, all that could be heard was droplets of water hitting the rooftop. It had been raining for hours on end. Water dripped down the window and gathered in large puddles on the street. Occasionally, thunder would boom and lightning would flash, making Kiibo bury his head in Shuichi’s t-shirt. Though Kiibo didn’t hate the rain, he definitely didn’t enjoy the repetitive sound it created. He desperately wished that the storms would die down by the time the sun rose, but the weather showed no signs of stopping. Kiibo held back the urge to groan in annoyance, (Shuichi was still sleeping after all), and looked up at his boyfriend’s face. Though the room began to light up, the magical sight of the bright sun rays were not present. Still, Kiibo smiled at how peaceful Shuichi looked. Even when the time that set off the detective’s alarm began to draw near. He could barely tell anyways, as the room’s color was much more dull than it usually was at this hour. Yet it still rang, and Shuichi still stirred in discomfort before sitting up and turning the noise off. He then unlocked his phone and scrolled through any notifications he had gotten while asleep, to which there was only one. Shuichi read the message, smiled, and put the phone back on the nightstand before laying back in bed.
“Don’t you have work, Shuichi?” Kiibo asked quietly, his voice laced with confusion.
“My boss messaged me. The streets are closed ‘cause of the rain, so work is canceled today,” Shuichi wrapped his arms around Kiibo’s neck and began to comb through his hair. Kiibo smiled giddily as he placed his hands back to where they had been around Shuichi’s waist.
Perhaps rainy mornings weren’t so bad after all.