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Bokuto blinks his eyes slowly, the only light in the room coming from the crack underneath the bedroom door. He reaches over to tap the pillow next to his head, sighing when he found that it was as he expected- still cold. All night, every time he woke up and checked for the warmth he had come to need, it was missing.
He reaches his arm across the bed, clicking his phone on and blinking at the too-bright light, “Four thirty? God’s fucking sake, ‘Kaashi.”
He rolls off the bed, pulling on a hoodie as he walks towards the kitchen. He shuffled past the door to Akaashi’s office quietly, rubbing his eyes a bit to wake himself up.
He goes to the fridge, pulling the container of grapes from the crisper drawer, then grabbing the unsliced half of a watermelon. He sets the grapes down, grabbing a knife to begin slicing the watermelon into cubes. Making quick work of it, he washes off the grapes carefully and places them with the watermelon cubes in a bowl.
Filling up a cup of iced water, Bokuto holds the bowl carefully in his left hand. Once the cup is full, he carries both towards the only lit up room in the apartment.
“Hey, darling.” He eases the door open all the way, peeking his head in, “I missed you, so I cut up some fruit for ya.”
Akaashi looks up from the panel he was editing, looking about ready to cry at the sight of his boyfriend with a cup of water and a bowl of fresh cut fruit, “Oh.”
Bokuto steps closer to his desk, setting the bowl down carefully with the water glass beside it.
“You‘re my savior, truly.” Akaashi kisses Bokuto’s cheek, pulling him closer with an arm loosely wrapped around Bokuto’s neck.
“Anything for you, Keiji.” Bokuto smiles, looking down at the pages spread across the desk. “You gonna come to bed anytime soon or am I gonna have to keep waking up every thirty minutes because the bed is too cold without you?”
“Oh- I suppose I could wrap up what I’m doing in the next twenty minutes or so. Hopefully the fruit and the water will revitalize my brain a bit because I’ve been staring at this panel for the last thirty minutes because I don’t even know where to start.” Akaashi chuckles a bit, covering his mouth with a hand.
“Hey, stop doing that, I love your smile.” Bokuto moves Akaashi’s hand from his face, kissing each of his palms lightly.
Akaashi smiles, openly and without restraint. “I love you, Kou. Thank you.”
“Of course, Keiji.” Bokuto kisses the top of his head, ruffling his hair a bit. “So, I’ll see you in bed soon?”
“Yeah, I think so. Goodnight, dear.” Akaashi kisses him on the lips lightly before turning back to his work, suddenly inspired.