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Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz.
The vibrations in his pillow rouse Hizashi from a delightful dream about dancing penguins. He sighs and opens his eyes. It’s dark. He gropes his pillow with one hand to turn off the alarm, puts on his glasses, then checks his phone.
4:50am.
He glances at the other side of the bed. Good, Shota is still sleeping. Or, at least, he’s still curled up under the blankets. Hizashi focuses his eyes on the covers. Yes, the blankets are slowly moving up and down. He’s definitely still sleeping. Only a few strands of black hair peek out. Hizashi smiles.
His husband is so cute.
Hizashi leans back against his pillow and swipes through the notifications on his phone.
Kayama, 22:02: Room 304 at Tokyo Hilton.
Kayama, 22:02: Ren Ito, cell 080-1424-9830.
Looks like Kayama also sent a pic of Ren’s ID card.
Kayama, 1:10: Back home. Had fun : )
Hizashi types out Awesome! Glad you’re safe. We can debrief over lunch haha.
Nothing particularly exciting on the news and the weather report. And….it’s 5:00am. Time to get up. Hizashi yawns and gets out of bed. He unplugs his phone and reaches for the glowing green light of his hearing aid charger.
And freezes.
A dark shape on the charger.
A
SPIDER.
!!!
Hizashi flinches as the light comes on. He leaps back instinctively, away from the nightstand, and squints. Shoot. He must have shrieked without realizing it.
Shota, dear Shota, with his hair a tangled mess around his face, signs It’s ok. I’ll take care of the spider. I know you have to go to the station soon.
Hizashi signs back I love you. I’m sorry for waking you up and scurries to the bathroom. When he emerges, with his hair spiked up, he sees the lights are off. His hearing aids are on the floor outside the bathroom door. Thanks, Shota. He slips the hearing aids in and blinks.
It’s always surreal going from feeling each breath to hearing each breath.
By the time Hizashi settles into his office at the radio station, he’s forgotten all about the spider.
