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It was snowing in Florida. Why the fuck was it snowing in Florida? Of all places? FLORIDA?
Jotaro and Noriaki had decided to take the day off due to the icy roads, and had actually put the fireplace in their living room to use for the first time in- ever.
So here they were, curled around one-another like cats on a frosty December morning. But in April.
The warm orange glow from the fire lit up the room, shadows dancing between flames that made the silver of their matching wedding rings sparkle softly.
A movie played on Netflix, Adam Sandler’s “Grown Ups”, not that they were paying much attention to it.
Jotaro had his face buried in the soft red hair of his husband, breathing in the faint scent of the cherry shampoo he still insists on using, while Noriaki flicked aimlessly through a book about the history of art.
It wasn’t often that they got to just spend the day together like this, with both of their jobs as professors being very time-consuming, and Jolyne being there every weekend.
But this was- this was perfect. A weekday off that could be spent inside, just them.
No distractions. No responsibility. Just two people who are still so deeply in love even after all of these years, with nobody to divert their attention from each-other.
Noriaki chuckled as he felt a soft kiss atop his head.
Jotaro’s “I love you’s” had been silent today, as usual for him. Noriaki didn’t expect verbal affection from him nor did he need it. He knew full well that the smallest gestures from his JoJo were saying I love you without actually saying it.
No matter what, his love for this stoic Adonis of a man would burn brighter than the fire before them.