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Makoto’s eyes fluttered open upon hearing the scream of her phone alarm. A groan escaped her lips as she hit the ‘stop’ button on the screen, albeit a little too harshly. 7:35 AM. Too early she thought. She rolled over, burying her face in her pillow in an attempt to forget that she had things to do. The gym, grocery shopping, and some paperwork. And dinner, she had to make dinner tonight, too. It was her turn, after all.
“Makotoooo~” a feminine voice called from the other room.
“Whaaat?” Makoto sighed, her words muffled by the pillow smooshed into her face.
“Your alarm went off,” the voice said.
“Trust me, I heard it.” Makoto buried her face in further. A few moments of silence.
And then some fingers tickling the back of her neck. Makoto’s reflexes kicked in and she scrunched her shoulders up to her head before flipping over to see what was happening.
Haru stared back at her, an entertained grin on her face. “Gotcha!” Haru laughed. There she was, perched on Makoto’s side of the bed next to her, hands at her sides, pretending not to look guilty (and doing a horrible job at it). Fluffy auburn hair framed her face in the soft morning light that oozed through their bedroom window. She batted her brown eyes in an attempt to avoid any suspicion that the tickling was her, despite how obvious it was, considering she was the only other person in the room.
“It’s a really good thing you’re cute,” Makoto grumbled, a fake pout replacing her tensed expression. Her fingers absentmindedly tapped her blankets while deciding what to do about her girlfriend tickling her so early. After weighing her options, she leaned in to give Haru a gentle morning kiss on the lips.
“I made us coffee,” Haru whispered. Subconsciously she leaned in a bit closer to Makoto and pressed her forehead against hers. Another soft morning kiss to the lips. They both had to be careful so as not to get too wrapped up in kissing this morning.
“What would I do without you?” Makoto asked, warmth bubbling in her stomach. One of her hands drifted into Haru’s, massaging her palm and weaving her fingers into hers. Heat rose in her cheeks as Haru let her other hand brush against Makoto’s waist. Upon noticing the redness in Makoto’s cheeks, Haru’s wound up matching in merely seconds.
“You’d be grumpy, I’d imagine you wouldn’t have enough time in the morning to even make coffee.”
A small fake pout again. It obviously hadn’t worked the first time.
“Oh come now, it’s time you got up. You had plans today, right?”
“Just hitting the gym. I can always go later,” Makoto said, climbing past Haru and out of bed, “but I am sleeping in tomorrow. And you’re doing it with me, miss early bird. You’re always up before me.” A hand perched itself on her waist as she contemplated what to wear this morning. As comfortable as they were, pajamas weren’t ideal for going out into the world.
“You can go to the gym sooner rather than later, but will you?” Haru gave her a teasing tickle to the small of her back, under her pajama top. Her fingers were met with Makoto tensing up again. She gave her one final poke before deciding that it would be best to let her be. She could always catch Makoto off guard later.
“Of course!” Her amber eyes delivered a playful glare to Haru’s soft brown ones. She made a break for it through their bedroom door before Haru could tickle her again. True to her word, Haru had made them a pot of coffee, their favorite mugs placed beside the pot. Her Buchimaru-kun mug contrasted Haru’s floral mug, but suited both of them nicely.
“Thank you for making coffee, my sweet,” Makoto said as Haru joined her at the counter. As expected, Haru added her spoons of sugar and cream to her coffee, while Makoto left hers black. “Yours suits you,” Makoto chuckled.
Her compliment was met with an affectionate eye roll. Haru’s fluffy auburn hair flew around her face as she shook her head, disagreeing with the compliment but staying silent about it. “If you’d like, we could order dinner tonight.”
“Hate my cooking that much?” teased Makoto.
“No! I just thought you’d prefer ordering instead of worrying about dealing with cooking. I promise.”
Makoto gave her a brief smile before taking a deep drink of her coffee. Despite her moderately busy day ahead of her, she would happily forget about it all to spend more time with Haru.
“Good bath, Mako-chan?” Haru asked as Makoto left the bathroom, fluffing her short hair with her towel.
“Especially good after a gym trip.” Makoto playfully flexed a bicep as she was sure that Haru was watching. A small squeal assured her that Haru was, in fact, quite absorbed in it. Makoto smirked to herself before sitting down next to her on their couch.
“Hard work, I assume,” Haru said.
“But worth it. If only to get a rise out of you,” teased Makoto, reaching a finger out to press it to the tip of her girlfriend’s nose. Haru flinched away but had a grin on her face despite the action. She playfully batted away Makoto’s fingers, trying to avoid letting her touch her face again. “Plus I can do this!”
In one quick motion, Makoto had pulled Haru close and lifted her off the couch. It worked well for a few moments.
Until Makoto lost her footing in a small puddle of bathwater from earlier.
She fell back against the floor, on her butt, with Haru still in her arms. Her girlfriend fell on top of her, surprised, but unharmed. Despite the aching pain in her tailbone, Makoto started laughing.
“I was hoping that would be just a little more graceful than that…” she said.
“It’s okay,” Haru laughed. “We tried.” She clambered off of Makoto as fast as she could and extended a hand to try and help her up off the floor. Makoto nearly pulled her over as she took her hand and hoisted herself up with Haru’s help. Only for a second were the two wrapped up together, awkwardly in their arms, and it was high school all over again. The blushing, the fleeting contact, the mutual gazes in the hall. But apart from the awkward position, it had none of the telltale shyness of a high school crush. They were comfortable and reassured by their few years of dating.
“Did you… want to go grocery shopping with me?” Makoto asked, breaking the silence. “We could pick dinner ingredients together.”
“Sure!” As much as Haru loved gardening, she did enjoy cooking with Makoto. “And afterwards, can we watch a movie?”
“Depends on the movie…” A dark eyebrow raised in Haru’s direction. She stepped back from Haru, ready to defend herself against her greatest fear: horror movies.
“Oh come on, I love watching horror movies with you!” Haru pouted. She batted her eyes and stuck out her tongue at Makoto. What Haru loved almost as much as her girlfriend, was watching horror films.
“Because you looovvee when I get scared! I think you use it as an excuse to be big spoon whenever I’m too scared to sleep.” Her arms slid into each other, crossed across her chest, a determined look on her face. Horror films were an occasional watch for them (mostly because Makoto wanted Haru to watch some things she liked too), but always ended in the same fashion: Makoto trembling, eyes off the screen, curled up in a blanket, holding a pillow or her Bochimaru-kun plush. Falling asleep usually entailed Makoto nestling closely to Haru, afraid of what lurked in the shadows of their bedroom.
Haru, meanwhile, sat on the edge of her seat in the best way possible, totally enthralled in the movies. Occasionally she’d cheer for the characters, and even more occasionally, the villain of the film. That always scared Makoto.
“I mean… I won’t deny that I really enjoy being big spoon…” A soft blush crept up her cheeks. “But fine, I won’t make you watch a horror movie tonight. We can watch something you want to watch this time.”
“And tomorrow we can watch something scarier, I promise,” Makoto reassured. “Now come on, we have grocery shopping to do.”