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It’s five a.m, and the first thing to awake to makes your almost drop your regular morning drink as you try to swallow it down properly. Its hard to, well, stomach what you see before your eyes in not a bad way, but rather just surprising that such an event could happen. You finally gulp loudly, clutching your chest and lose your breath as try to resist from a slight yelp of joy escaping your lips. And it works for around the next few minutes, it really does. But that feeling of happiness comes back to bite you right in the heart and you let out a little scream as you try to vigorously cover it up with another sip of your drink, using it as a shield to mask the feelings of excitement bubbling up inside of you. Its hard for you to get excited this easily; you can tell from how bored you are by other stereotypical things that society likes to make you do. You are not a person to show emotion, but this scene right before you says otherwise.
Naoya was hugging a pillow, specifically your pillow as he slept on the floor mattress covered in blankets.
If this were anyone else, you wouldn’t be that ecstatic as you were now. If it were anyone else, you’d probably yank the fluffy thing away and teasingly say “mine”. But it was Naoya, the person never showed even the slightest interest in anything cute or being considerate for the matter. He was more of a sarcastic person with a lot high and might talk, always acting like he was one step closer than you. Which he was, you know that, but he always sounded so condescending doing it. Its never bothered you and if it did you wouldn’t be living with him, but sometimes it does just make you wonder if he was capable of anything remotely adorable. And he was, right here in front of you. You debate on whether or not to wake him up; you could take pictures instead and show it to him. You could, but resolve yourself to resist that urge. Naoya would've hacked into your phone and probably delete it anyways.
So instead, you shake him awake slowly. You dislike the thought of him waking up at an ungodly hour and messing up his sleeping schedule again; you could deal with a cranky programmer in the mornings. It was better than an overworked programmer at night. You try and say something encouraging for mornings, but all that comes out is a plain old good morning. You hear him grumble slightly as he moves, still clinging on to your pillow and god damn is he cute- until he finally opens his eyes to see you, holding your morning drink with your usual bed hair. He smirks tiredly. You raise an eyebrow in curiosity, wondering why hes so happy.
“You were absent last night, so I had to make due with this.” He said, and you wonder to yourself if this is even reality anymore. He had never been one to say anything too flashy of compliments, but those words just tore you into a billion shreds to never be put back together in such a good way. In so many good ways. This cute should be illegal.
You blush slightly and pet his hair to thank him, and he simply turns away and nods, still holding that same prideful smirk, as if he knew this would happen. He did know, didn’t he?
He just wanted to see you blush.
God damn it.