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Amakusa Shirou had always been a morning person. A large number of years spent going to church, catching flights, et cetera, had all but forced him to get used to waking up at odd hours. Even if he had nothing to do, seeing as nobody else he knew would be awake so early, he was perfectly content to just walk the halls of Chaldea until he was needed. It was never boring in this place, after all.
This morning, however, he had his own issue to deal with - Namely, the fact that he was currently in bed with someone.
He didn’t remember this happening.
Currently, he was facing away from them, and he figured turning around would just run the risk of waking up the mystery person. Not wanting to cause a disturbance or deal with a confrontation this early, he merely resigned himself to bringing up a hand to rub his eyes, clearing the sleep-induced confusion out.
With his newly gained vision, Amakusa quickly realized that this was not, in fact, his room. There weren’t many distinguishing factors between rooms in Chaldea, but this one felt...darker. This was probably due to the fact that any windows seemed to have been permanently covered up by the blinds seemingly being nailed to the wall, but it was also just the general feeling he got from looking around. Not only that, but the room was so tidy that the owner either spent too much time here, or none at all, but it smelled faintly of something he couldnt quite place. It definitely wasn’t Master’s room, and he knew that Semiramis had a habit of keeping birds, which were nowhere to be found here. (Although to be fair, he thought, slightly embarrassed as he tilted his head back to the chest - or lack thereof - of the person behind him, he could’ve figured that out without looking at the whole room.)
The first and only clue came about when he managed to spot a coffee cup on the side table, and that was all he needed to make the connection. The smell he couldn’t place was the faint scent of coffee, not strong enough to be fresh but present nonetheless. A servant taller than him that drank coffee...one specific one stood out in his mind.
That still didn’t explain why he was here, though.
Just as Amakusa was about to start the next step, the next step being “figure out why you are in another man’s bed,” a dissatisfied grumble came from behind him, making him involuntary freeze. Had he accidentally woken him up? How was he going to explain himself? Rather than deal with the answers to those questions, he shut his eyes, pretending like he was still asleep - not that it mattered, he mused, his face couldn’t be seen anyway.
“Actually,” a stray thought floated through his head, “this is kind of comfortable.”
Dantes had absolutely no idea who he was holding on to.
Frankly, he had never been a morning person, if that wasn’t easily guessed from his penchant for caffeine and his preference for darkness. It took time for his brain to fully wake up and process what was going on, which was why he preferred when Master didn’t summon him at random hours of the day to go kill more of those odd, seemingly infinite hands. As much as he loved sleeping in, the noise from the servants active in the early hours had made him accustomed to waking up early - not that he cared too much, since in time, they would pass by and he could return to resting.
However, there seemed to be a wrench in his usual “morning routine.” That being there was another person with him.
He cracked open an eye as small as he could, checking that the mystery person wasn’t looking before opening it completely. White hair, dark skin...there were a few servants who matched that description, but this one was noticeably smaller than the rest of the bunch, narrowing his options down to one person - Amakusa Shirou. Dantes was no fool, he had his arms wrapped around the smaller man, after all. He could tell from the breathing that Amakusa was indeed awake, even if he seemed to be trying to hide it. “That’s fine,” he thought, “he’s probably like me. Trying to go back to sleep.”
Looking down at the messy hair in front of him, laid mostly natural instead of spiked up like it normally was, Dantes wracked his brain for any idea on what happened to land him in this situation. He wasn’t displeased by it, not in any sense of the word. It was merely odd to wake up in bed with a priest, especially for an incarnation of vengeance such as he.
He quickly eliminated the most common explanation for them being in bed together - not only are they both clothed, but he’s fairly sure he would remember something like that. He didn’t feel hung over, after all, so there was no reason not to. Of course on top of all that, it’s Amakusa. He would probably have run far away before anything had even happened. The thought makes him laugh before he can stop it, unfortunately alerting the other that he is, in fact, awake.
For a second, neither of them say anything.
“Good morning,” says Amakusa.
“Good morning,” replies Dantes, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“May I ask why I’m in your bed?”
Amakusa brings up the elephant in the room, and Dantes doesn’t have an answer. He ponders an excuse for a moment, and coming up empty, simply grunts. Amakusa doesn’t seem to be dissatisfied with the lack of response, nor does he seem to have any intent of moving. Dantes is fine with that.
Another few moments of silence pass between them before Amakusa shuffles around. Dantes, assuming he’s about to leave, releases his hold on the other man, but to his surprise, he turns around instead of leaving. Now face to face, quite frankly, Dantes isn’t sure what to do, so he simply returns to what he was doing - holding Amakusa.
Thankfully, the other doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he only moves closer, and before long, he’s fallen asleep again. Dantes sighs, closing his eyes once again as well. In truth, it’s not like he minds this either. Normally he wouldn’t allow anyone in his room, much less his bed, but for reasons he can’t explain, having Amakusa by him is more comforting than anything else. If Amakusa was okay with it, he had no qualms either. Anything that truly needed to be discussed could wait until later in the day.
What an odd morning, he thinks, before allowing sleep to take him yet again.
Strangely, he feels at peace.