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The blaring of the alarm clock startles them awake, their heads snapping towards the source of the ear splitting noise. Sluggishly, Sasara reaches over and smacks it, yawning as it quiets down.
It's 6 in the morning, the sun just barely peeking through the curtains. Sasara yawns again, turning back to the half-asleep man beside him. The comedian tucks a stray lock of hair behind Samatoki's ear, smiling when he instinctively reaches and grabs his hand.
Cute.
"Mornin'..." Samatoki mumbles, peering back at Sasara. The sunlight that manages to sneak past the curtains surrounds the shorter man, who's soft, adoring smile makes Samatoki's heart skip a beat.
"Morning," Sasara echoes, about to get up. He has an interview later in the morning then filming for a show, so he should be getting ready — but then Samatoki pulls him closer, drapes his arms around him, and buries his face into the crook of Sasara's neck, and Sasara thinks he can spare a few more minutes. Or an hour. Maybe two.
Sasara idly runs his hands through the other man's hair, admiring how soft it is. Neither say a word, basking in the comfortable silence — Sasara usually starts cracking those awfully cheesy jokes after they get out of bed, so Samatoki embraces the peace until then.
"What time do you gotta leave?" the yakuza eventually asks, voice slightly muffled. Sasara hums, glancing at the alarm clock,
"7:30, if I want to be early. 9 is the latest."
Samatoki sighs, shifting a little. He'll have to let the guy get up eventually, but a few more minutes wouldn't hurt. He brings Sasara even closer, enjoying the small, amused laugh the comedian lets out.
Sasara presses his lips against the taller man's head, thinking to himself. Even back in the day, Samatoki would make him stay in bed longer than needed. "You haven't changed a bit," he says light-heartedly, patting the yakuza's head. Samatoki grumbles something incomprehensible under his breath.
The yakuza eventually loosens his grip, watching Sasara sit up and roll out of bed. "Can you cook something?" the comedian asks, brushing hair out of his eyes.
He shrugs. "Sure."
Sasara nods, heading straight for the shower — he at least had enough sense to prepare his outfit (which was neatly folded on top of a drawer) last night. Samatoki waits until he hears the door to the bathroom shut before he, too, rolls out of bed and heads over to the kitchen.
He's been in Sasara's kitchen enough times to remember where everything tends to be located, so he has no problems picking out the ingredients for what he'll cook — it has to be something quick and easy so Sasara can leave on time.
In other words — an omelette should work just fine.
He's just about to crack an egg when the buzzing of his phone catches his attention. Glancing at the caller ID, he mumbles a curse.
Jyuto. This early in the morning.
He lets it ring for a minute, occupied with cracking more eggs, then reaches over and answers the call, doing his best to multitask.
"The hell are you calling this early for?"
"Good morning to you too, Samatoki. You sound wide awake."
"Whatever, hurry up. I'm busy."
He swears he can see the annoying inquisitive look Jyuto makes through the phone.
"Busy?"
"Two seconds or I'm hanging up."
"Alright, alright. I need you to look into something for me—"
"—At 6:45 in the morning."
"—At 6:45 in the morning, yes. Remember, you owe me for assisting you last week."
Samatoki sighs, leaning on the counter. "Fine," he hears the door to the bathroom open, "I'll call you in ten."
"Whatever works," Jyuto agrees, the faint sound of a pen clicking in the background. Samatoki hangs up, places his phone down beside him, and focuses on finishing the omelettes.
Sasara pops his head in soon enough, drying off his hair as he grins. "Guess you're working today after all," he teases, noting how irked Samatoki looked. He brings the plates over to the table and takes a seat.
The taller man runs a hand through his hair, frowning in distaste. "Gotta look into something," he explains, following suit.
"This early? Well, I guess if you start now, an early bird like you could get the worm."
There it is.
Samatoki scowls now, raising a brow at Sasara. "...Seriously?" The shorter man snickers, popping a bite of the omelette into his mouth.
"C'mon, that one was good!"
"No, not really."
"Yes it was! Admit it!"
"Hell no."
Sasara sighs dejectedly. "Even after all this time, you still don't acknowledge how funny I am..." he dramatically whines, placing a hand against his head. Samatoki rolls his eyes.
"Dad jokes aren't funny," he replies, raising a brow when Sasara gasps in horror.
"They're not dad jokes!"
Samatoki remains unamused. "What are they, then?"
"They're just jokes!"
"Jokes that only old men would like."
Sasara laughs, leaning back into his chair. "Does that mean you love an old man?" he jokingly asks, popping another piece of omelette into his mouth. Samatoki rolls his eyes again.
"You're ridiculous," he grumbles, but there's a slight curve of his lips that tells Sasara everything he needs to know.