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It was one of those days. Although, after a while, everyday felt like “one of those days” for Doppo. The days where he had to fight falling asleep on the way home. The days where the work didn’t seem to end. The days where he would come home and feel himself get too tired to even cry. Every little thing about today had him exhausted, from the piles of work that had been dumped on him to the way someone talked to him in a tone that was ever so slightly harsh while he was heading home. It was all too much, and he was burnt out.
Sleep. He wanted to go home, collapse to the floor and just sleep.
When he opened the door to the house, he felt his eyes well up with tears. Hifumi was home. It wasn’t as if he’d never cried in front of Hifumi, but it was just embarrassing. Crying in front of another person was humiliating to Doppo, he hated it. The bubbly blonde was prepared to greet him in a cheery tone before he realized that this was one of the really bad days. Where he couldn’t wait to cry, it just flooded out.
Hifumi understood. “Ah, c’mere Doppochin,” the blonde said softly as he took Doppo by the wrist and led him to the couch, carefully sitting and putting his head on his lap. Tears trailed down his face, the stress of the day spilling out. Hifumi’s fingers found their way through red hair ever so softly, pausing his petting to gently wipe tears.
Even with the comfort of Hifumi, sobs still wrecked Doppo’s body. He shook as he cried, and Hifumi attempted to soothe his poor boyfriend’s sobbing. It took a while for the storm to calm, for Doppo to fall asleep without a word. Without a second thought, he’d fallen asleep on the blonde’s lap. This was something that just happened sometimes-- Doppo came home from a bad day, cried until he fell asleep, and woke up about an hour later.
Well, there was no point in letting this hour go to waste! Hifumi’s little ‘operation: make Doppo feel much better’ was now ready to go. So, he got up off the couch and let his boyfriend get the well-needed rest that he was getting, and got ready to make dinner for them both.
And of course, Hifumi wanted to listen to music while he cooked, but he didn’t want to wake up Doppo. Luckily for Hifumi, his partner wasn’t one to be woken up easily-- but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be careful. So, he put some music on his phone and got to work on cooking.
After a little over half an hour passed, dinner was nearly done cooking. Doppo woke up slowly-- first, the smell of spices hit him, a truly pleasant first thing to experience. Unfortunately, the next sensation to hit him wasn’t as lovely-- a headache. Right, he didn’t drink much water today, did he? Not to mention the fact that he bawled his eyes out before falling asleep. And the next sensation to get to him wasn’t exactly nice either, he realized how greasy he felt from the day. No matter how light or heavy the workload of the day was, he came home feeling some sort of dirty. He wasn’t entirely sure why. He felt bad laying anywhere but the floor before he showered, but Hifumi had dragged him to the couch so it wasn’t as if he had much choice.
Rolling over a little and opening his eyes, another sensation hit him. He could hear the music Hifumi was listening to. It was some sweet, older pop music that fell softly on his still-waking-up ears. He sat up, getting up off the couch slowly. Hifumi quickly noticed his movements, and acknowledged him with a, “Hope I didn’t wake you up, Doppochin! Dinner’ll be ready pretty soon, so you made good timing on your nap!” Doppo simply smiled and hummed a little “mhm”.
Music from Hifumi’s phone filled the apartment, sweet and full of joy. Just like Hifumi. A few songs passed, and a question dropped from Doppo’s mouth--
“Are you just listening to Abba’s discography?”
The words fell from Doppo’s mouth with a chuckle, and Hifumi giggled out, “Yup, sure am!” Laughter filled the apartment, accompanying the music. Ah, but the laughter was music to both of them.
Before they knew it, Doppo and Hifumi felt themselves swaying to the rhythm of the music. Their dinner had a little more time in the oven, enough time for another song or so. They’d eat comfortably together soon, this was a fact that was comforting to both of them.
Hands were on Hifumi’s hips. Hands were around Doppo’s neck. The two were tangled close to each other, dancing. Comfortable in each other’s presence, happy to have this moment of pure understanding after a rough day, as Hifumi was just happy to comfort his Doppo, who had no idea how much he meant to him. Doppo had no idea how much he had helped Hifumi just as much as Hifumi had helped Doppo. And as Hifumi contemplated this, happily and securely swaying in Doppo’s arms, Doppo felt pure appreciation and joy welling up in himself. And the music played,
Oh, I'm so restless, I don't care what I say
And I lose my temper ten times a day
Still it's even worse when the night's on its way
It's bad, oh, so bad
Somehow I'd be doing alright if it wasn't for the night
If it wasn't for the night, I think that I could make it
I'd have courage left to fight if it wasn't for the night
If it wasn't for the night, I think that I could take it.