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When Mihawk arose from his slumber, his first thought was that it was too bright to be six in the morning. The sight that greeted his eyes when he opened them confirmed that he had overslept. Sunlight was streaming into the bedroom from where half of the curtains had been drawn up, spilling onto the foot of his bed. As Mihawk sat up, he looked to his right. It was empty, and a touch confirmed his suspicions. It was rare for his husband to be awake long before him.
Mihawk climbed out of bed and padded to the ensuite bathroom. As he came to face the mirror behind the sink, his lips curled into a grin when he saw the shirt he was wearing. Outlined in white, the letters that spelt out ‘gay and goth’ covered the entire front of his shirt. The first six alphabets are in the individual colours of the rainbow while the last four are as black as the cloth it was printed on. The shirt was a gag gift from his partner, who possessed a similar one except that the letters on his spelt out ‘dumb and drunk’.
Mihawk plucked his toothbrush from its holder and wetted the bristles before squeezing a small dollop of toothpaste onto them. Using his other hand, he picked up the cup sitting on the sink and filled it with water. In the midst of brushing his teeth, Mihawk heard the bedroom door open. A few moments later, the reflection of a man with a head full of red hair appeared behind him. He was dressed only in his boxers.
“Morning, gorgeous. You slept in today,” Shanks greeted as he embraced his husband. He nuzzled into Mihawk’s messy raven hair and pressed a kiss onto the shell of his ear. The hand that was not occupied at his partner’s waist crept up the length of his body underneath the shirt, coming to rest above his heart.
Rather than setting the cup in his hand down, Mihawk secured the toothbrush between his teeth before letting it go and tangled his fingers into the strands of Shanks’ tied up hair. He turned his head to meet his husband’s eyes. They were soft with love and happiness curled his lips. Mihawk’s heart grew warm with affection.
“I made your favourite for breakfast. Come eat when you’re done washing up.” After pressing a kiss on his cheek, Shanks departed from the bathroom to get dressed.
Mihawk smiled. This was shaping up to be a good morning.