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Rain cascades against the window and followed by a harsh whistle of the raging wind outside that makes the window sill clatter.
“Ah...it’s raining so much,” Ryou muses out loud from where he’s peering out the window trying to look past the thick layers of fog but fails. He closes the curtains and pads to the king-sized bed where his lover sits on one side of the mattress reading a biography about a famous chef in Southern India. They're currently in Akira's bedroom at the Shiomi Seminar building. Ryou tends to sleepover and Jun, being the kind person she is, insisted on buying a bigger bed so the couple wouldn't be so cramped.
“Aki, are you not sleeping yet?” Ryou asks as he slides next to him under the blanket and peaks at the contents of the page he’s currently on. The font is too small for him to see especially since their only source of light is the flickering night light on the bedside table. Ryou makes a mental reminder to but batteries the next time they go.
“I probably should,” Akira closes his book and rubs his eyes. He lets Ryou take the book from him and puts it away next to the nightlight. Ryou lies down first and waits for the latter to finish stretching before he’s pulling him into his embrace. The king-sized bed is proved to be useless purchase when they would hold each other so close that it leaves an awfully big space on the other side of the bed.
Akira snuggles up to him and tucks himself underneath Ryou’s chin, allowing himself to be cuddly because it’s just the two of them in their shared privacy. If there were other people, he'd keep an appropriate distance and only allow hand-holding. It's not a secret to anyone that they're dating but it's still a shock when they made it official. Of course, everyone was supportive especially Alice who would occasionally force them to go on romantic dates, and Jun who would cry tears of joy everytime she sees Akira and Ryou together.
Ryou tugs the blankets higher until only Akira’s head is exposed. “Your hair got longer,” he then points out, carding his calloused fingers through silver strands of smooth and luscious hair that reaches past Akira’s shoulder blades. It used to only reach his shoulders.
“Mmh,” Akira hums in agreement, relishing in the way Ryou massages his scalp for a moment before pulling his head close so he can press his lips on his forehead and let it linger there. “I haven’t had the time to schedule a haircut, we’ve been so busy with the events the academy throws at us,”
“Don’t cut it. I like it when it’s long,” Ryou says and Akira chuckles deeply against him. “It’s hard to cook with my hair in the way though,” he says as he snakes an arm around Ryou’s torso under the blankets and drapes a leg across him.
“I’ll braid it,” Ryou suggests. “And then we can put it up in a bun. A braided bun,”
“You know how to do that?”
Ryou nods subtly, “I saw Alice-sama braiding Erina-sama’s hair once so I asked them to teach me so I can do yours. And then Erina-sama suggests that I should put your hair in a bun after. She said it’ll look really pretty,” he says. His fingers leave Akira’s hair to close the night light before they’re back to playing with them.
Akira chortles because that’s adorable. He can just imagine a mellow Ryou going up to Alice and Erina, politely asking them for help. Probably using Erina's hair for practice and Alice lecturing him when he does it wrong. “Sure, Ryou, I’ll let you braid my hair,”
Ryou hums and doesn’t say anything else after that and pulls Akira impossibly closer until not even a thread can slip past their tightly flushed bodies.