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It's a perfect day, Toshinori thinks as his sight is met with messy onyx hair, pale skin hidden by black pyjamas under an All Might-themed blanket, and Shirou the cat snoozing inncoently near his lover's legs. Toshinori leans in, brushes the unruly black mop of a hair to clear Shouta's face and plants a soft kiss on Shouta's forehead.
Even after how far they've gone in their relationship, small moments like this never fails to make the tips of Toshi's fingertips tingle down to his toes, never fails to make his stomach (or what remains of it) flip and flutter. Toshi's smiles to himself. He leaves another kiss on Shouta's forehead before straightening up, feeling as though his heart was about to explode with fluff.
It's a perfect day, until it isn't. Toshi shoves the curtain off of the window, the soft smile on his face had long since gone and turned to a half annoyed, half amused expression instead. Blinding sunlight fills the room, and the effect it has on the two sleeping inhabitants is immediate.
"What the hell?" Shouta hisses, squinting at the sudden intrusion in his sight. He pushes himself up with his elbow and glowers at the open windows, then plops face-down the mattress and burrows even deeper to the sea of blue-red-white blankets. In his wild flailing he very nearly manages to sock Toshi in the face had the latter's lightning-fast reflexes failed, but he does accidentally kick Shirou, who sends a miffed glare at Shouta for her rude awakening, before stretching and skulking off the bed, trotting away from the commotion that was sure to happen.
"Wonderful morning, isn't it?" The blonde ex-hero says, expertly ignoring Shouta's complaint and putting his hands on his hips as he did. "Only, it's neither wonderful nor a morning, because we overslept and we're gonna be late for the meeting." He purses his lips. "Again."
"Who cares about that anyway?" Shouta grumbles, peeking from his fort just to give his boyfriend a glare. "Oh, of course. You do," Shouta adds dryly, rolling his eyes. Toshi scowls at this, opting to stomp towards their bed, cross his arms and give his boyfriend his patented I'm-disappointed-with-you-so-you-should-try-better-look, which, unfortunately, Shouta was already immune to.
"No." Toshi starts disapprovingly when he realizes his look does nothing to the stubborn hero, and with a huff he reaches for the blankets and tugs at it repeatedly, trying to peel off said hero's covers to no avail. "Shouta. We need to go."
"That damn thing can wait."
"We're gonna be late," Toshi tries again, this time pulling a little harder on the covers. He yelps when Shouta's arms suddenly shoot up and wrap themselves on his waist, effectively and effortlessly pulling the taller man back to the bed. "Shouta!" The blonde almost squeaks, flushing, extremely flustered as he struggles to squirm out of Shouta's grasp in vain.
"The meeting can wait," Shouta murmurs softly on the crook of Yagi's neck, pulling Toshinori just a little closer to his body. He shivers when Shouta's breath tickles his skin. Shouta was being unfair, Shouta knew it. They both knew it. The ex-hero wasn't exactly complaining though. "Yeah?"
A beat, then Toshinori sighs in defeat. "Principal Nezu is going to kill us."
Shouta only smirks smugly in reply, and leans in to capture his pouting lover's lips in a kiss. "Maybe he'll do it painlessly."
(They were two hours late for the meeting, and then some. Seeing everyone's knowing/disappointed/smug look and most especially Hizashi's ecstatic "YEAH!" with a matching thumbs up was a fate worse than death in Shouta's opinion.)