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Chuuya wakes up but he doesn’t open his eyes. First, he breathes in slowly, and crosses his arm over his face. His body is genuinely against mornings.
The eventful Sunday went and gone, leading to a dreary Monday that neither he or his partner are willing to spend. Even then, they really don’t have much of a choice.
He hesitantly drags his arm away from his closed eyelids, some stray rays of sunlight already filtering through his lashes and he gives up, blinking his eyes open with a tired sigh. The ceiling looks far more interesting than what’s to come; he knows that for a fact as he uses every ounce of energy in his body to at least sit up.
His eyes trail towards their closed creme curtains for a second, wondering if he should part them apart so even more light could flood their room. It’ll look pretty, and it’ll wake the other person still in the depths of sleep, which is always a plus in his book.
While he does want to stand up and open the curtains, he gets distracted by how stupid his boyfriend’s face looks like while he sleeps. He snickers as he moves closer, trailing the pad of his finger down the bridge of his boyfriend’s nose just to earn himself a snore.
“God—you are so ugly right now, Osamu,” Chuuya says between tight-lipped lips, continuing to play with his partner’s face as he drags his finger across his cheek. He doesn’t miss how his hair falls softly against his forehead as he breathes out, how his lips are slightly pursed as if just waiting for a kiss.
Yet, Chuuya almost misses the fact that the hand poking at Osamu’s chin has a shiny silver band wrapped around his ring finger, and his mouth falls open. He’s definitely not seen this before.
There’s no way Chuuya’s memory is this bad—he seriously would’ve remembered it if his boyfriend were to give him a gift, something as precious as this or not. He doesn’t recall Osamu giving him this ring yesterday, nor the day before, so it only could’ve happened last night when Chuuya was dead asleep.
Staring almost as if he were glaring, Chuuya raises his right hand closer to inspect it, watching the silver glint in the morning light. There isn’t really anything to it besides a small diamond stud in the middle, but he doesn’t need to say that it’s perfect. Well, it would be more than perfect if it was what Chuuya thinks it is.
It’s not like they’ve never talked about this certain topic before, but it was always in a light-hearted way, because they both knew there’s no going back if they were to talk about it in all seriousness.
Even though they are both committed (and he hopes that it’ll stay that way for the longest time), the next step always seemed much more terrifying, he muses to himself while he turns his hand around just to see that ring shine even more. The next step where they’ll both chain themselves to one another, where mistakes will lay heavier than the stacks of paper they’ll be signing to make it official, where the words ‘love’ and ‘like’ will be nothing compared to the permanent matching rings adorning their fingers.
It might—it’ll be fine, Chuuya confirms to himself before he starts to second guess, because he’s taking it with Osamu, and anywhere Osamu is, somehow walking is immediately just like floating on air. And well, he might have delusionally convinced himself that they’re most likely the century’s power couple, but any breath taken next to his boyfriend makes him feel electric; that alone is enough for him to confirm what he wants—for today, for tomorrow, and for the days to come.
Days will come in the future starting exactly like this—quiet, sunlight kissing his eyelids as if saying good morning as the birds outside their window sing non-stop, and Chuuya will almost wish he didn’t have to wake up because he might just sell his partner to the devil to skip a day of work—but he’s certain neither of them would have it any other way.
Chuuya pulls his hand away from Osamu’s face, an almost lovestruck look on his face as he leans down to finally give Osamu his early morning kiss like always.
Osamu snores into the kiss, and it makes Chuuya quietly laugh against his mouth, and he pulls away when the other starts to stir awake.
“You taste so awful.” He means ‘good morning’.
“Get over it.” This one means ‘sorry, but I just wanted to kiss you so bad’.
“I didn’t mean it as a complaint”, Osamu quips, as he pulls Chuuya back down for another kiss, and this time he doesn’t even need to translate it in his brain because it’s obvious he means he’s in love with him, for so is he.
“What do you think about skipping work?” The younger asks, and the answer comes immediately.
“If you skip, I skip.”
The reply makes Osamu hum as he kisses him again, as if he’s actually thinking about it.
“Too bad, I do want to get paid.”
Chuuya makes a face, half of it annoyed and half of it unamused as if he’s expecting that answer already. He pinches Osamu’s cheek just to get back at him.
Osamu’s reaction towards feeling the metal against his skin is noticeable, as if he almost forgot that it’s his own fault that that certain ring is decorating Chuuya’s finger now.
He looks like he’s about to say something, but Chuuya beats him to it; his mind subconsciously tallies another win for him between their childish battles.
“My answer is yes,” Chuuya says, breathlessly, as if he ran out of air before he could even say the words. The elephant in the room is addressed, and he clenches his teeth as he anxiously waits to see if this really is what he thought it was.
Even then, whatever he thought it was could’ve never been Osamu smiling gently as he takes his hand in his own to rest them against his face, nor him saying “I know that already,” as he lays a kiss on his ring finger.
There truly is no room for doubts anymore, because being with him already confirms all the right choices to make in the end.
“I just wanted to say it, ‘cause it might make you sad if I don’t.”
“It’ll make me even sadder if you don’t kiss me again before the alarm rings.”
So he does. He kisses him until his heart feels like it’s gonna give out, and the chiming of their alarm rings in their ears, but they don’t care.
Mornings will always be perfect even if they’re just like this.