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Hanae wakes up warm. Sunlight spills through the curtains, which are blowing gently in the breeze from the open window. Tooru has her face smushed into Hanae’s chest, and is snoring slightly. Hanae can’t help the smile that breaks out on her face. The blankets are soft on top of them, except for where their tangled feet have been exposed to the open air.
Hanae thinks about the small silk bag tucked in her work bag, holding two matching rings and winds her arms tighter around Tooru. Tooru huffs and wiggles a little bit.
“Good morning,” Hanae whispers.
Tooru moans. “Mmnnhh… hi.”
“Hi,” Hanae laughs.
“Time s’it?”
“No idea.”
At this, Tooru groans and digs her face further into Hanae’s chest. She squeezes Hanae’s waist and seemingly tries to maximize their body contact.
“Where are you trying to go?”
“Inside you.” Tooru’s voice is muffled by Hanae’s sleep shirt and… boobs.
“Ew.”
Tooru slaps her weakly.
“D’you wanna get up?” Hanae asks, running a hand through soft curly hair.
“No.” But Tooru moves upwards, opens her eyes and grabs Hanae’s cheeks clumsily. Kisses her.
It’s languid, unhurried. Warm like the sunlight on the sheets. Hanae’s hand tightens in Tooru’s hair when she opens her mouth, and gets an indignant squeak and another slap in return. They kiss for a while longer, shifting until Hanae is leaned up against the headboard, caged in by Tooru’s arms and legs.
Hanae smiles when they part. “Look at you—”
“Gross.”
“—you got up,” she finishes, flicking Tooru’s shoulder before pulling her spaghetti strap up from where it’s slipped down.
“I wish I hadn’t,” Tooru grumbles and thunks their foreheads together.
Hanae’s hands run up and down Tooru’s sides, and she almost forgets to speak because she’s so caught up in the feeling, brain still foggy with sleep. “I love you,” she mumbles against Tooru’s mouth. Not the thing she was planning on saying, but that’s fine. It’s always fine.
Tooru smiles and kisses her again. “I love you, too.”
Hanae gets stuck in just touching Tooru again. Hands on waists and hips, lips on lips, hands in hair, legs slotted together.
“Seriously,” she says after a while. “We should get up.”
“Why?” Tooru asks, before latching onto Hanae’s bottom lip with her teeth briefly, pulling on it. “It’s our day off.”
“Well—” Hanae groans as Tooru brings her hands up to her hair and kisses down her neck, “—we have to eat, for one.”
“I don’t plan on moving today, thus I won’t be using any calories and don’t need to eat.”
Hanae sighs, half in pleasure and half in absolute disappointment. “You know that’s not how it works, Shittykawa. You’re 180-something centimeters of pure muscle. You still need to eat.”
“Lalala—” Tooru sing-songs.
Hanae might be shorter, but she is a bit burlier than Tooru. She uses this to her advantage and just sits up and lifts Tooru in the process. This precedes the unfortunate lack of contact between Tooru’s lips and Hanae’s jaw, but it’s a sacrifice she’s willing to make. She needs food. And coffee.
Tooru’s hands scramble at her hips as Hanae gets out of bed.
“Iwa-chan is so cruel!”
Hanae sighs, stopping in the doorway. “I’ll make you a matcha latte.”
Tooru slumps down, hanging off the edge of the bed. “Oh my god,” she groans, “I love you, please marry me.”
Hanae freezes, back thankfully turned to Tooru, because she feels her whole face flaming up. I really, really want to, she thinks.
She manages to squeeze out, “Just, try to get up soon, okay?”
Hanae nearly trips on air on her way to the kitchen. She’s sweating a little more than she usually would be. Should she just ask? It’s not like Tooru would say no.
Or maybe that’s a little presumptuous. Hanae is at least 99.9% sure that Tooru is just as head-over-heels in love as she is, but that doesn’t mean she wants to get married. Or, well, engaged until Japan gets its shit together.
But… tentatively, it looks like it’s coming. And Hanae wants Tooru to know that it doesn’t matter what the government or the laws say. She’s ready to drag Tooru to the nearest courthouse as soon as the decision is made.
She takes their cups out of a cabinet and sets milk to warm on the stove, flicking on the kettle as she walks to retrieve the matcha powder.
Warm arms wrap around her from behind as she’s whisking the tea. Hanae can’t help but lean into the embrace. Tooru hums.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” she says, clearly more awake than she was just ten minutes ago. Hanae pours the tea, and then the steamed milk on top. She doesn’t make any fancy patterns, but the matcha makes a nice green line around the edge of the cup. Then, she turns around and kisses Tooru.
“Morning.” She hands her the mug.
Tooru smiles and inhales appreciatively through her nose. Hanae lets her hands drift to Tooru’s waist as she tastes the drink.
“Good?” she asks. Tooru nods.
“As always.”
They grill salmon and cook rice in comfortable silence, skirting around each other with practiced ease. Tooru pours both of them big glasses of ice water and squeezes Hanae’s ass whenever she walks by.
Once everything is ready they sit down, across from each other but feet touching underneath the table. Tooru goes on and on about some ridiculous conspiracy theorist blog she found, and a new claw machine she saw in the arcade on her way home from the gym yesterday, and various other inane topics. Hanae is content to just listen.
“Can you believe that, Hanae!? It’s completely insane!”
Hanae doesn’t quite agree that it’s that extreme. Tooru definitely has stronger opinions on the ticket prices of currently airing classics in theaters than she does, but she agrees with a laugh anyway.
“Hanae, don’t make fun of me! Hey, where are you going?”
Hanae stands up, gives Tooru a light kiss on the cheek. “I’m not. Just gonna go get something, you stay here, alright?”
Tooru’s brow knits, but she sits tight as Hanae leaves their tiny kitchen to find her duffle bag in the hallway. She digs through it until she finds the silk bag in one of the interior pockets. She smiles to herself, and tucks it in her shorts pocket.
Tooru is still sitting obediently on her chair, but she’s turned her knees out from below the table and her feet are pointing towards Hanae as she walks back into the kitchen. Hanae walks up to her, kisses her tenderly, then gets down on one knee.
“Tooru—” she starts, and Tooru’s hand flies up to cover her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. Completely the reaction she expected. What she doesn’t expect, though, is—
“Oh, Hanae, no…”
Hanae’s heart cracks in half. Her hand tightens into a fist around the rings. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. Her vision blurs as Tooru sinks to the floor in front of her.
“I— I’m sorry. I didn’t think— sorry, I…” She feels something hot rolling down her cheeks and realizes she’s crying. Tooru hugs her, and despite the hurt, Hanae feels comforted by her arms. She sobs into Tooru’s shoulder.
“No, no, oh Hanae, no— baby, that’s not what I meant. I really, really, want to marry you. I wasn’t thinking, I—” She backs up and Hanae loosens her grip to wipe the tears from her face.
Between the tears and her own hands obstructing, she can just barely make out movement as Tooru leans to the side to open up one of the kitchen drawers, the one where they just throw random shit. “Tooru, what?”
“Hanae,” she says, wiping away residual tears with the hand that isn’t holding a small velvet box. Her eyes are watery, but the tears haven’t started spilling onto her cheeks yet. She laughs wetly. “Will you marry me?”
“Fucking, yes , of course. My god.” Hanae throws her arms around Tooru’s neck and kisses her stupid. “Can’t believe you stole my proposal. Made my cry and everything.”
Tooru whines. “Hanae! I’m so sorry, I feel so bad! It was just my gut reaction, I was like: I was supposed to propose!”
Hanae bites her cheek. “You’re dumb. I got to it first. I’ve had the rings for like… a long time.”
“So eloquent, Iwa-chan.”
Hanae clears her throat. “Should you really be commenting on word choices right now?”
Tooru’s forehead drops onto Hanae’s shoulder. She runs her hands through Tooru’s hair.
“I love you,” Hanae says, to soothe the blow.
“Love you, too. Love you so much, oh my god.” Tooru’s lips latch onto Hanae’s neck. “Can’t wait to marry you. ‘M so happy.”
Hanae’s stomach flutters wildly. Marry you. She’s getting married to Tooru. She smiles giddily, squeezing Tooru tight. “You wanna move to Sapporo?” Hanae teases.
“Ew, no,” Tooru gripes, picking her head up. “Too cold.”
Hanae catches her eyes, glittering in the morning light, their color somehow deeper after a brief crying stint. “We should do the rings,” she whispers.
“Oh!” Tooru scrambles for her box as Hanae picks up the little bag. She lets the rings fall into her hand. Tooru keeps the box closed for now.
Hanae smiles, happy with her choice. The bands are thin, small white crystals attached to the gold metal like stars in a galaxy. She picks one up and threads it onto Tooru’s finger.
Tooru gasps. “Hanae, it’s beautiful. Here, let me—”
She takes the other ring out of Hanae’s palm and grabs her hand. The rings catch the light coming in through the window. Tooru clasps their hands together, closing her eyes, and brings them up to her lips when their ring fingers are matching.
“Yours too,” Hanae reminds her gently, the words whispered between them.
Tooru’s eyes crack open, and she grins at Hanae. She picks up the box from the floor, and opens it so Hanae can see. The rings are, as expected, sparklier than Hanae’s, but not enough to be obnoxious and still dainty. Tooru takes one of them out, balancing the box on Hanae’s knee before grabbing her hand again.
The metal makes a slight sound as it knocks up against the ring already on Hanae’s finger. Hanae’s head spins, and she grabs Tooru’s cheeks and kisses her. She misses her lips, hitting the corner of her mouth instead and continuing up her cheek to her nose, her eyebrows, her temple, before finally making her way back to her lips again.
Tooru disconnects them with a soft hum. “Am I supposed to put the other one on myself?”
Hanae backs away and picks the box up. She takes the ring between her thumb and index finger reverently, and places it on Tooru’s fourth finger.
"Isn't it a little funny that we both bought gold rings?" Tooru mumbles.
"Mm," Hanae agrees. "Wonder why we did that. Not predictable at all."
Tooru swats at her lightly. "Boring, Iwa-chan!"
“You’ll be Iwa-chan, too, soon.”
Tooru tackles her onto the floor, the both of them giggling all the way.
