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You could only register two sounds as you slowly blinked your eyes open—the soft buzzing of the ceiling fan, and the gentle breeze of Akito’s quiet breaths against the nape of your neck.
This was a rare occurrence. On the weekdays, Akito got up early for school, and on the weekends, he got up early to practice for whatever event was upcoming. For these two reasons, whenever he slept over, he’d usually always leave as soon as he woke up—but not without giving you a wordless kiss on the forehead, and pulling the covers up to rest snuggly beneath your chin, of course.
Somehow, by the will of some god, Touya had convinced Akito to take the Saturday off, telling him that even the hardest of workers needed to take rest days every so often. He’d had an event the night prior, not to mention a particularly taxing school day—so to say he was utterly spent would be an understatement. Your poor, exhausted, sleepy boy.
You were roped back into reality as Akito nuzzled himself further into the nape of your neck, strands of whispy ginger hair tickling your jaw and cheek. You took a deep breath, gently bringing a hand to scratch lightly at his scalp, and bringing the other to rest on the small of his back.
Smiling, you pressed a feather-light kiss to the top of his head.
Typically, Akito preferred that you were the one laying on him, but somehow, you ended up switching positions in the night quite often. You found it amusing—how he always tried his hardest to come off as cool and stoic, when in actuality, he really was a big baby (in your opinion, at the very least). It was endearing, as much as it embarrassed him whenever you brought it up.
In an attempt to get more comfortable, you tried your hardest to wriggle your body into a better position without scooting Akito off of you—quickly prompting a huff and a groan. You winced, silently praying you hadn’t woken the ginger beast.
“Stop moving…”
“You’re awake?”
“Well I am now.”
You craned your neck to kiss his forehead, mumbling an apology for waking him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whispered, noticing the sun had still yet to rise, as your eyes flickered towards the window. You squinted as one of the street lamps assaulted your retinas, only now realizing they had still been on. It must’ve been 5 am at the very latest.
“Nah, it’s fine…” The boy sighed, “Why are you even awake this early, anyway?” Oh, how you wished you could see better as Akito continued to speak, if only to relish in the expression you knew he had been wearing—only slightly open eyes, soft lips parted only the tiniest bit, and his cheeks flushed from enduring the combined heat of your bodies as you both slept blissfully in each other’s arms.
Dismissing the thoughts, you answered. “I don’t know, I just randomly woke up.” You yawned, nuzzling your cheek into the crown of his head. “It’s kinda weird that you’re still here, huh?”
He huffed against your skin. “Do you want me to leave?” The boy deadpanned. You knew he was only kidding, but your internal panic kickstarted nevertheless.
You sucked your teeth, your hand stroking his hair slowly. He could be such a shithead when he wanted to be. “Of course not, I’m just saying. I don’t usually get to cuddle you like this in the mornings…”
He chuckled breathily, lazily pecking at the juncture of your neck. “Lucky you, then.”
Akito had a tendency to be more tender than usual in the early morning and late night, his affection at an all time high from 10pm-6am. Perhaps being tired made him clingy—not that you minded whatsoever. It was a welcome habit.
The boy pulled the covers tighter around you both, sighing with content. “I’m goin’ back to sleep,” He muttered against your skin, “It’s not everyday I get a full eight hours.”
It was definitely an excuse to cuddle you more—the additional sleeping was only a secondary perk. You giggled knowingly.
“Okay then,” you answered, “Guess I will too.”
Akito slowly leaned upwards to place a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips, scooting closer to you as he rested his head back down once more.
You smiled, embracing his warmth as your arms squeezed him tightly. There were no words from any human language that could accurately describe and convey how you felt about Akito—but for now, you’d settle for the simplest and quickest declaration of your love. “I love you.”
Your boyfriend shut his eyes, feeling the consciousness slowly draining from his body and mind. “Mhm. I love you too.”