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It was a rainy morning when Naegi woke up with Kamukura still laying by his side. Normally, the latter would have woken earlier than him and would have been out of bed already. Naegi should also be doing that but he decides that maybe a little bit of delay won't hurt anyone.
Naegi shuffles closer to the taller man, hoping to get some cuddles before they eventually have to get up. Even with eyes closed, Kamukura had lifted his arm instinctively just to pull Naegi close to him.
It makes Naegi feel a little warm inside. The cold temperature of the weather lost to the burning cheeks of Naegi as he smiled bashfully to himself.
He leans his head on Kamukura’s chest and listens to the steady heartbeat. One of Naegi’s arms snakes around the taller man’s waist as the other draws circles on Kamukura’s chest. “You're awake, aren’t you?”
The slight shuffle answers Naegi’s question. Kamukura didn’t need to verbally respond for the smaller brunet to know. It’s been years since they started living together, and though it took a while before they could reach this type of domesticity, the memory of them moving together still brought a smile to Naegi’s face.
There was a shift, and Naegi felt Kamukura leaning down. Lips press against his crown, lingering there for what felt like seconds until the alarm clock by their bedside rings annoyingly. Naegi grumbles under his breath and forces himself to sit up. A pout settles on his lips when he sees the time.
“I have to attend a meeting today..” He groans, slumping back to the arms of Kamukura who catches him. “I don’t wanna go.” He says as he places himself comfortably on Kamukura’s side. The latter only hums and embraces him, preferring not to say anything. Without Kamukura’s denial nor confirmation, it makes it hard for Naegi to decide what to do. Should he get out of bed and go to work? Or stay in bed? Naegi doesn’t really know.
Kamukura combs Naegi’s bangs off, pressing a kiss on his forehead before both of their eyes meet. “It won't rain for long, you’ll have to get up in the next two minutes.” He says, brushing off a stubborn hair strand behind Naegi’s ear. “You could still have an excuse for being late.”
Naegi sighs, “Can’t I be absent for today?” He asks as he looks up to Kamukura. “Just this once?” I wanna stay in bed with you.
“I'm afraid not. It seems like this meeting is particularly important. You could skip work this afternoon if you want to. The future foundation won’t crumble without you for half a day.” Kamukura says. “I could pick you up if you want to.”
This time, Naegi finally sits up with no means of getting back to bed. His bed hair was gone as Kamukura had already brushed his locks neatly into a slicked back style. It’s not often he lets his hair fall back into that type of hairdo. In the mornings where he has to get up early for work, Kamukura always brushes his hair before he leaves.
Naegi yawns, stretching his strained muscles to get the blood flowing. “I would love that.” He smiles at Kamukura who pushes himself up with his elbows to meet their lips in a kiss once again. He nods in affirmation before he rises from the bed and leaves the room.
It’s his cue to prepare himself for a shower and change from his pyjamas.
Naegi puts his suit on, buttoning up the single top button on his vest, the tie adjusted comfortably under his collar as he looks at his own reflection through the mirror, checking for possible wardrobe malfunctions before he leaves the bedroom.
He grabs the socks by the bed and puts it on, curling his toes in response to the fabric around his feet. Though, it seemed to feel weird at first. Despite being the same color and matching, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of one of them being too big for his size.
The smell of newly cooked breakfast breaks Naegi out of his thoughts. Slipping on his bedroom slippers, he padded across the room to reach for his I.D. and walked out to the door.
Thirty minutes had long passed since they woke up, but still Naegi felt a little sleepy, his eyelids closing every few seconds. When he arrives at their kitchen, he barely registers anything until a few moments when Kamukura has placed their breakfast.
“Wow, this looks really good, Kamukura-kun!” He says to the other, who takes a seat beside him. The whole meal reminded Naegi of the times when he and his family would go out and have breakfasts at fancy hotels and restaurants. Like a buffet! There was steamed rice, miso soup, eggs with furikake and a pickled vegetable salad. Typically, this type of meal would have been too much for Naegi’s appetite, but the proportions of each food seemed to be smaller. He turns to Kamukura with an appreciative look on his face.
Kamukura's eyes softened ever so slightly. No one else would have noticed the difference to his usual blank stare but Naegi has long since recognized the emotions Kamukura experienced through his eyes only. “I’ve made adjustments in each food so that you would be able to finish them all.” He says, reaching up to brush Naegi’s hair, finger combing it to a slicked back hairstyle like he did earlier. “Put it that way, you look good.”
Naegi pouts as his hair barely resisted Kamukura’s brushes. “It’s unfair how you could easily push them back. I’ve given up a long time trying to force my ahoge down.” He says, leaning into the soft but firm touches of Kamukura’s fingers.
Before all of this, Naegi would have never thought of being in this kind of intimacy with anyone. The weight of being living in a post-apocalyptic world was heavy on everyone’s shoulders, and any hope for sleepy mornings and breakfasts were long gone since then. Naegi had always been optimistic towards his future, yet he always reminded himself that there was no chance of ever returning to any familiarity with his home. No more pop music that Komaru often played in the early mornings to get through their day, no more of the usual soft chatter exchanged between his parents at the dinner table. He’s reminded himself of that ever since the day he and his classmates escaped the Killing Game.
“You should go eat up. Once you’re done I’ll drive you to your work.” Kamukura says, his hand falling down on Naegi’s shoulders, reaching up to fix his collar. Naegi watches the stern expression that settled on Kamukura’s face, focusing on fixing whatever Naegi had missed. “Then you can come home early when your meeting is done. Kirigiri would berate you for your decision but she’ll let you go.”
Naegi nods, letting Kamukura adjust his tie. The latter tilts his head to see if there was anything he’s missed before he retreats his hand back and lets Naegi finally take a bite out of his meal. “I’ve always loved it when I come home to you.” Naegi says, cheeks flushing at his confession.
“You told me before about how you used to miss those times when you lived with your family.” Kamukura says, carefully watching Naegi’s movements. “I did what I could to make this apartment feel like a home to you.”
Pausing midway, Naegi turns to meet Kamukura’s gaze with wide eyes. “Y-you..” His mouth opens but no sound comes out of it. A look of fondness crosses Naegi's face, and though he would have usually tried to explain that Kamukura didn’t have to do all of that and his presence alone would have been comforting enough for Naegi, his eyes had already begun to tear up.
Kamukura caresses Naegi’s face with his hands, wiping the tears away. “It took me a while to understand why. You’ve told me before that loving someone makes everything clear, and I never truly understood what you meant until I saw you so happy when I prepared you dinner for the first time.”
Naegi laughs as he reaches up to hold Kamukura’s other hand, interlocking their fingers together. “I love you so much.” He says quietly and softly, leaning their foreheads together.
“You're my only love, Naegi.” Kamukura whispers back. “I've fallen for you way back then. I love you too.”
Maybe it wasn’t the same. Maybe the trending pop music wouldn’t have to play on the early mornings when he's risen, maybe he doesn’t have to hear his parents usual talks about the news and their work to remind him of his home. Perhaps, Kamukura didn’t have to try and make everything the way it was years ago. Naegi would have still loved Kamukura either way. He still would have fallen for the man who always smelled like fresh laundry on a Tuesday morning, who felt close and warm as his bedroom blankets he used to hog when the weather was cold, who always felt as comforting as the familiarity of his childhood home.
Staring back at the soft loving eyes of Kamukura, Naegi finds home in the newly rained early morning at the breakfast table of their shared apartment. The mismatched socks he wore no longer mattered. (The other one was his, while the bigger one was Kamukura’s).