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A cup of coffee sat on a dark oak table, steam curling from the delicate mug. Deep, dark brown hiding secrets behind the heat and the strong smell. Pawprints made of black dotted the white surface of the mug, fancy cursive spells out a message between the paw prints: Purrfect Cup.
It’s left abandoned, in front of a window of a 5th floor apartment. The world outside is coated in sheets of fog, hazy and covered in white. It was as though the ghosts of yesterday’s past had settled into the cracks of the city, leaving behind a mist so thick that you could barely see your hands in front of you.
Inside the apartment, the lights were all off. The whirl of the central heating kicked to life, providing warmth in the mid January morning. Everything was lifeless, save for the kitchen where a carafe sat on the tray of a coffee maker, the red light shining in the hazy darkness, signalling the machine was on and hot.
Hitoshi was supposed to be out of bed and working on a project. He’d gotten up and made himself a cup of coffee, and had started to get dressed…
Then he ended up back in bed because someone decided it would be funny to ice the whole apartment just to make him cold. For snuggles.
“Please I have work in 2 hours.”
“Mmmmmnphh.”
“Shouto please.”
Hitoshi sighed softly, but sank deeper into the arms of one very persistent boyfriend.
19 years old, working a job at a cafe bookshop, and has fallen in the hands of a pro hero who keeps using his quirk to lure Hitoshi back into bed.
Red and white hair brushed against his cheek as his boyfriend proceeded to bury his face against the back of the purple haired boy’s neck. Hitoshi huffed softly, stretching out and curling up in the warm covers. He could feel the tip of his nose turning red from the cold, and the central heating working into high gear.
“Sho I think your apartment bill hates you.”
“Mmmfff.”
“Those aren’t words.”
A hand made its way to slowly cover Hitoshi’s mouth, which he laughed at softly, then gently pulled the hand away.
“Guess you don’t want me to make breakfast then, huh?”
“Waffles?” Shouto’s face lifted up from the back of Hitoshi’s neck, a wave of warmth surging through the blankets. He sounded exhausted, barely awake by any means. Which Hitoshi could understand, seeing as the hero crashed in bed at 2 something this morning and it was currently 5.
Hitoshi couldn’t sympathize though, since he’s an early bird anyways. Contrary to popular belief, his eyebags had nothing to do with him being an insomniac, and everything to do with the fact that he regularly wakes up at 4 am.
Shouto calls him an old man because he crashed in bed at 8 every night, leaving the half’n’half boy alone to his midnight shenanigans. He probably uses his ice to lure Shinsou back in bed specifically because there’s exactly a 2 hour window in their sleep cycles to allow for cuddles.
5 am was not naturally in that time slot, and that’s why Hitoshi keeps mangas on his nightstand. Because someone doesn’t sleep until 2 am and keeps demanding cuddles, unless there’s food involved.
“Babe I can’t make waffles if the place is freezing me to death.”
“”m could be a heating blankie for you.”
“Shouto what?”
“Mmmaybe?”
“I think you need more sleep.”
“Noooo I’m fiiiiine. Waffles?”
Hitoshi sighed softly. “Too Cold.”
He got sad noises in response and the blankets only got warmer. Shouto’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close. Hitoshi let out a soft yawn, blinking away the urges to fall asleep.
He needs to get up, he has work in 2 hours.
Shouto had other plans.
“We could have waffles with that weird fluffy milk you buy a lot.”
“Whipped cream?”
“That’s the bitch, yeah.”
Hitoshi snorted softly. “Shouto you’re holding me in bed against my will.”
“I’ll be a blankie, you don’t have to be scared of the cold. It’s okay to let it go.” There was a sleepy amused chuckle from Shouto. “Heh… let it go.”
“Shouto please.”
“Can we also have strawberries?”
“No, specifically because of that joke.”
There was a tired noise of protest as Shouto’s legs slowly overtook Hitoshi’s, pulling him deeper into the abyss of cuddles.
In an attempt to pull himself from the temptation to go back to sleep (which was growing with each second he spent trapped in his boyfriend’s warmth), he reached for his phone and opened it.
The screen displayed a set of text messages, and it took him a moment to process what it was.
Me: 3:41 AM
Hey I’m not feeling to well, is it
okay if I stay home from work
today?
Boss: 3:45 AM
Sure idc
Me: 3:45 AM
Thank you, sir
Boss: 3:46 AM
Yea, just make sure you don’t
ruin your boyfriend’s birthday
K?
Me: 3:46 AM
Don’t worry, I won’t.
Hitoshi squinted at the screen, before tsking softly.
“You lil bastard.”
“I want waffles.”
Hitoshi turned and met sleepy mismatched eyes.
“Later.”
Shouto frowned.
“You need more sleep.”
“But you have woooork.”
Hitoshi squinted at his boyfriend.
“Apparently I don’t, I have the day off.”
The frown quickly turned into a devious smirk.
“Oh! What a delightful turn of events.”
“You little shit-”
He got a small kiss from his boyfriend, who was very obviously proud of himself. Though that moment of pride faded very quickly with another sleepy yawn.
“Just this once, I’ll sleep in.”
“Ah fuck yea.”
“I love you.”
Hitoshi sank against the full warm arms of his boyfriend, who proceeded to unleash a flurry of happy noises in response. No coherent words of love at 5 am, only his boyfriend’s emotions being fully expressed by babbling.
He was picking up a bit too much from Deku, he’d started noticing his boyfriend’s mannerisms changing form the stoic deadpan boy from 1st year.
“Happy birthday, babe.”
Shouto settled his face against Hitoshi’s back, and let out a soft noise, before going very still. In seconds, he was back asleep, dead to the world with his boyfriend in his arms.
Hitoshi smiled to himself.
Looks like he’s making waffles in a couple of hours.