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The aroma of eggs and bacon littered the air. A low hum filled the quiet space of a kitchen, the crackling of the stove combined with the murmur of the delicate melody Nagito had been humming too. They shifted their position to see out a window, the sunlight seeping through the spaces of the periwinkle curtain that hung up the window. Many people would be sleeping at this time of the daylight, but Nagito has never been the type of person to sleep; a sleepy dog entered the kitchen to brush up against Nagito's leg and beg for the food on the stove. Hope, the dog's name is, she's a big ol’ dog, white and fluffy, but very gentle and sweet; Hajime had a good idea that he get a therapeutic animal for Nagito, although being hesitant Nagito reluctantly agreed, the two has had her ever since. Many years have passed, and the two partners have learned to grow and communicate better; they've even gotten married; Nagito flushes at the memory of Hajime dressed in his cream-colored suit. They cherish that day deep in their heart, like many other days they spent with their lover. They glow at the thought of their spouse. A content smile blossomed upon their face. Speaking of their husband, he was fast asleep after working himself dead for the last two days; he had promised Nagito he would take a day off. They set the cooked eggs and bacon onto a clean plate with a fork. They decided to grab some orange juice for their husband to drink. They put the breakfast onto a tray and trudged up the stairs into their shared bedroom, Hope instantly following behind.
Once opening the bedroom door, Nagito is met with the light purple walls and a queen-sized bed in the center of the room. Resting on the mattress was a snoring Hajime. Hope jumps onto the bed of the bed curling up; Nagito gently lays the food tray on the nightstand next to their bed. They sit on the edge of the bed, bringing their hand up to Hajime's side shaking their husband awake, a dreamy groan flowing from the other, "morning, love," Nagito whispered as they knead Hajime's thigh. Hajime sits up with a pop of his joints, propping himself up on the headboard of their bed "morning," Hajime slurs; Nagito smiles at the other and plants a slow kiss on the scar on Hajime's forehead, "made you breakfast," Nagito says Hajime attempts to blink away the sleep in his eyes, they put the tray with the breakfast onto Hajime's lap. Hajime's cheeks earn a rosy tint to them "thanks, baby" he picks up the fork; stabbing an egg and plopping it into his mouth; “ ‘S good,” he complements; the other smiles and decides to rest next to Hajime until he’s finished his food, cuddling into his side while he eats the breakfast, "love you," Nagito says, wrapping his thin scarred arms around Hajime's abdomen “love you too," Hajime brings the fork with a bit of bacon on it to Nagito's mouth “ bite?” Hajime asks; Nagito takes the food into his mouth and gives their thanks to the other with a smile. Hajime finishes his breakfast; sets the dish onto the nightstand, preferring to wash it later. “Let's go back to sleep?” He offers; Nagito doesn't want to pass on cuddling with him and nods. Hajime takes his lover into his arms, and Nagito rubs comforting circles into Hajime's back and cuddles into their husband's chest; Hajime peppers Nagito's face in little kisses, and Nagito's face blushes out in a delicate pink their smile reaching their eyes is enough to make Hajime melt. Hajime's glad that Nagito agreed to sleep with him; he's seen the bags dotting under their greenish-grey eyes; some nights, their nightmares still plague their sleep; Nagito places a sluggish kiss onto their husband's lips, fluttering their white eyelashes with a yawn. Hajime flips over so their lover can spoon him. and pulls the blankets over each other. Hope nuzzled herself against Nagito's spine; sleep finally enveloped them. The three lay there with their tired eyes shut, holding each other close.