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Minato wakes up to the familiar, clean and fresh smell of Seiya’s shampoo that always clung to his hair and a warm presence next to him. Slowly, he pries his eyes open and takes in the sight before him. Their legs had tangled up under the sheets sometime in the night, but Seiya’s face was still pressed up close to his chest, with one of his hands holding on to Minato’s shirt. It brings a soft smile to Minato’s face, and he carefully moves back a little to take a look, though he knows the possibility of Seiya waking up was rather small.
The soft, early morning sunlight filters in through the gaps in a curtain, casting a warm glow on Seiya’s features. It captures something Minato rarely sees in Seiya normally. He looks more open and lighter, somehow. He can’t control his expressions while sleeping, maybe that’s why.
Minato raises a hand to gently cup his face. His skin is soft, he notes, trying to imprint every last detail of Seiya’s face and peaceful expression into his mind. Seiya’s breath is coming out evenly now, but he still feels like he can see the redness there, like the phantom dampness on his short. Without giving it much thought, his thumb goes to the corner of Seiya’s eyes, as if to rub away any remnants of the tears.
Seiya is strong, Minato thinks, pulling his hand away to have it brush through Seiya’s hair instead. Seiya has always been strong, and it used to make Minato feel a bit useless, sometimes. But he’s not invincible, and Minato doesn’t want him to be. Doesn’t want him to feel like he has to be. They’ll do it together.
Minato pulls Seiya closer and exhales into the soft strands, murmuring a quiet thank you. He’s incredibly lucky, he knows. Seiya lets out a small, sleepy noise then. Minato holds his breath, but all Seiya does is lean further into Minato’s warmth before settling back into sleep. It makes him chuckle soundlessly. Seiya is a lot of things, but a morning person is not one of them.
They should probably get up soon, but Minato doesn’t mind this. He quite enjoys having Seiya’s increasingly familiar weight in his arms. He doesn’t mind this at all, and if he had to admit it, he’d quite enjoy waking up like this more often.
Eventually, Seiya’s eyes flutter open. Minato loosens his hold, letting the other boy pull away and blink up at him. “Good morning,” Minato greets with a smile while Seiya tries to gather himself.
“Good morning,” Seiya replies with a yawn, before he seemingly decides that he’d rather not wake up after all and snuggles up to Minato instead. “Feels nice,” he mumbles sleepily. “Warm. Should go back to sleep.”
Yeah, not a morning person. It’s admittedly pretty adorable (incredibly, ridiculously adorable, if Minato was being honest, because sleepy Seiya is probably Minato’s favorite Seiya). Minato loves it, and he thinks, ‘this is what I want to keep waking up to,’ but Minato should start making breakfast soon, if they want to get anything done that day. He gently tries to pull away from Seiya, but the other boy was having none of it, clinging onto Minato pretty tightly for someone who’s still mostly asleep.
“Seiya, I need to go make breakfast,” Minato tried to reason, a hand wrapping around Seiya’s wrist. “I’ll make you coffee?”
“Stay a little longer,” Seiya complained, tugging at Minato’s shirt with his other hand.
Okay, so maybe this isn’t really working out. Minato suppressed a laugh at how out of it Seiya is, wonders if he can use this against him later, and leans in close. Soon, their lips are touching, and Seiya all but melts against him. When they pull apart, Seiya blinks several times, trying to focus on Minato’s face. Before Minato could do anything, Seiya initiates another kiss, stopping Minato from moving.
Seiya is gentle. Minato finds himself cupping Seiya’s face again, guiding their movements. Neither of them are pushing particularly hard, and the kisses they exchange are light and a little clumsy, but it coaxes a pleased noise out of Seiya’s mouth anyway. Minato feels heat rising to his cheeks at the sound. Eventually, they pull apart to breathe and Minato reluctantly disentangles himself from Seiya and sits up.
“Good morning,” Minato says again, face flushed and a grin on his face. “I’m gonna go make breakfast, and I’ll make you some coffee. Come downstairs in a bit.” He leans down and gives Seiya a peck on his forehead before getting off the bed and heading downstairs.
His father is out on a business trip, so the house is empty besides the two of them. Upon reaching the kitchen, Minato starts up the coffee maker that he rarely uses himself, but his father enjoys and Seiya usually needs in the morning. After that, he rummages through the cupboards before settling on making some eggs and toast. He hums quietly as he works, losing himself in the routine before hearing footsteps approach just as the coffee finished.
Seiya drops down onto a chair, not quite fully awake just yet. Minato places the warm cup of coffee in front of him, which Seiya accepts gratefully. When Minato returns with two plates of food for them, the cup is half-empty and Seiya looks reasonably awake. “Thank you,” he says when Minato sets down the plate before him. “Sorry I’m not of much help.”
“I don’t mind,” Minato replies, sliding into the seat across him. “Besides, you’d be dangerous in the kitchen when you’re sleepy, no matter how cute you are.”
“Well, I’m sorry for not being a morning person. Not everyone enjoys waking up at ungodly hours of the morning,” Seiya shoots back quickly, cutting up his toast.
“Not everyone goes to sleep at unhealthy hours,” Minato quips just as easily, the two boys exchanging knowing smiles at the familiar banter. Minato slides over a container of chili that Seiya dumps on his eggs, then Seiya passes over some of his toast (fortunately untouched by spice) onto Minato’s plate. Their feet remain close enough to be touching underneath the table.
Seiya picks up the plates once they’re done, insisting he should at least wash them if he can’t help prepare the food. Minato lets him, knowing arguing would be kind of useless, and relocates to the couch.
He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, flipping through the channels before settling on a random weather report on one of the news channels. Seiya joins him soon after, smelling of the apple scented soap Minato keeps in his kitchen. His hand—still slightly damp—reaches for Minato’s and tugs on it. Minato drops his head onto Seiya’s shoulder, barely paying attention to the TV in the background. They start to talk about nothing important, mainly because there’s not much they need to tell each other.
“Minato?” Seiya suddenly asks quietly, hand growing a little cold in Minato’s. His thumb moves in circles along the back of his hand. “I wanted to say… Thank you for last night. I think I needed that.”
Minato nodded. He squeezes Seiya’s hand for reassurance and feels warmth creeping back into it. “You don’t have to thank me. We’re in this together, aren’t we?” It’s as simple as that. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Yeah. So am I.”