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Megumi’s alarm is incredibly unwelcome.
It blares into the quiet room, drawing a groan from him as he reaches up to his nightstand, patting blindly for his phone. He pulls it off the charger, and despite himself, hits snooze. There’s many missed notifications from his various classmates, but they can always be looked at later. At the moment, Megumi has more pressing matters at hand.
Like the beautiful boy sleeping next to him.
Yuuji slept right through the alarm, which is really starting to worry Megumi. But, lying next to him like this, Megumi can feel Yuuji’s soft breaths against his own cheek, so he decides not to look too far into it.
The night before had been hectic, between a long mission, followed by piles of homework, because apparently almost dying is not a good enough excuse for an extension.
But then Yuuji came crawling into his bed with wandering hands and sweet-talking lips, and suddenly homework was not the thing at the forefront of Megumi’s mind.
Now, Yuuji sleeps beside him soundly, curled up in Megumi’s clothes, a sweatshirt far too big for him drooping at the collar, and an equally loose pair of boxers hang low on his hips. His back is exposed from the hoodie riding up, and the skin is littered with scars, some deep, some just scratches on his skin.
Megumi’s favorite spot on Yuuji’s back, however, are the twin dimples of Apollo framing his spine. He reaches over, pressing his thumb and index finger into them, before running gentle fingers up Yuuji’s spine.
He shivers in response, shoulders twitching, and Megumi leans over to press kisses into them in apology. Arms wrap around Megumi then, pulling them together, and Megumi falls into his body without complaint.
“G’mornin’,” Yuuji slurs, nosing at Megumi’s cheek, eyes still shut, and Megumi slots their lips together. Yuuji gives him a lazy peck, his hand running up and then back down Megumi’s side.
“Good morning,” Megumi sighs against his lips, letting his fingers trail back down to Yuuji’s lower back, slotting back into the holes that sit there. “You sleep like you’re dead. Did you not hear the alarm?”
“I’ve adopted selective listening,” Yuuji explains, turning his head to tuck his face into Megumi’s neck, cold nose pressing against his skin.
Megumi snorts. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”
“It is,” Yuuji says, smile tugging at his lips. “I can tune out Kugisaki’s bitching.”
Megumi’s arm has wound around Yuuji’s shoulders, and he uses the leverage to kiss his forehead, smiling against it. “You should teach me, it’ll be very useful.”
Yuuji tilts his head up, lips puckered for a kiss, and Megumi is helpless but to obey. Yuuji rolls them over, pushing Megumi into the pillows, kissing him languidly.
The alarm rings. Both reach for it at once, but Yuuji’s hand closes around the phone first. The ringing stops, and Yuuji drops it face-down into the nightstand, going back to Megumi’s lips.
“Wait,” Megumi says, pushing at Yuuji’s chest, and with a huff, Yuuji pulls back, straddling his hips. “That was my second alarm. I need to get up.”
“Ten more minutes,” Yuuji says, finding Megumi’s hand to lace their fingers together.
“Three,” Megumi offers.
“Seven?”
“Five.”
Yuuji pouts. “Megumi,” he whines.
“I have class,” Megumi explains, patting Yuuji’s hip to try to get him to move. He doesn’t.
“I think I’m a little more important than class.”
Megumi doesn’t want to fight that comment. “If I’m late again, I’ll be in trouble.”
“Talk to Gojou-sensei,” Yuuji says, leaning back down to nip at Megumi’s lips. “He’s your out-of-jail-free card.”
Megumi scoffs. “I’m not asking him for help.”
“Then that’s your problem.” Before Megumi can argue, Yuuji’s tongue is sneaking between his lips, and Megumi finds that to be a pretty compelling argument.
But one more time, Megumi pulls away. “Yuuji, I really have to get ready.”
Yuuji just shakes his head, reaching for Megumi’s phone to show him his set alarm, snoozed for a second time, with just over seven minutes left before it rings again. “Seven minutes,” Yuuji repeats. “You’re talking too much, just shut up and hold me.” He falls back into Megumi’s chest, pressing kisses into his cheeks, and, goddamn, Megumi’s a little more than weak.
But when Megumi goes to grab Yuuji’s hips and his fingers slot so perfectly in those dimples, how can he say no?
By the time Megumi finally untangles himself from Yuuji’s grasp, his alarm had rang quite a few minutes ago, and he’s well on his way to being late for class.
“I see your selective listening really paid off,” Megumi says, tugging on a pair of jeans.
“Mmm,” Yuuji just hums back. “I’ll teach you, if you want. I’m a good tutor.”
Megumi folds his shirt in half and smacks Yuuji’s exposed thigh with it. Yuuji’s reaction is more than overdramatic, folding over himself and tugging the blankets over his body. “Mean,” he whines.
“Make sure to leave that sweatshirt when you go. You’ve taken all of mine.”
“Boo.” Yuuji pulls the covers up to his chin. “This one’s my favorite.”
Megumi raises his eyebrows. “I thought the red one was your favorite?”
Yuuji shrugs. “That one’s the softest, but this one smells like you.”
Oh, fuck. Megumi’s heart swoops, and he can’t help but lean down and press a big kiss to Yuuji’s lips, who returns it eagerly.
“You’re a menace,” Megumi whispers, but his tone betrays him.
Yuuji grins. “You love me.”
“Hmm,” Megumi says, shouldering his bag. “I’ll have to think about that one.”
“So mean! You’re never getting your sweatshirt back!” Yuuji turns over, away from Megumi. Megumi just chuckles, kissing the top of his head.
“Get your homework done, before you come crying to me you’re overwhelmed.”
“Whatever, meanie.”
Megumi sighs, opening his door. “I love you,” he calls over his shoulder, and he hears the blankets rustle, but he slips out of the room before he can hear Yuuji’s response.
Back to back classes are the worst, and the workload is gonna suck, but coming back to Yuuji still tucked between his sheets is pretty nice.
It’s only just past three, and Yuuji probably had some sort of commitment, but even so he’s still right where he left him, drooling into Megumi’s pillow.
Megumi should wake him up, ask him how his day was, convince him to do their homework together even though it would probably just lead to a make out session. But Yuuji just looks so cute in his hoodie and baggy sweatpants, and Megumi can’t pass up the opportunity.
He slips off his shoes and pants, kicking them to land haphazardly on the floor, before pulling back the covers to slip underneath them, curling around Yuuji’s warm back. His arms circle Yuuji’s waist, and he kisses the back of his neck, impossibly soft.
Just as his eyelids are starting to droop, a hand grasps his own, pulling it up for him to feel Yuuji press a kiss into his palm.
“I love you, too, by the way.”
The words make Megumi smile, tucking himself further into Yuuji, and even though he’s not one to take naps, he can feel himself falling asleep, anyway.