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There was a sunrise, a breath that Light could feel on the back of his neck, always there when the morning came. Arms wrapped around him, L’s arms, holding him close and keeping him warm in the winter.
It was November, the two of them making the most of their joint day off and spending it curled up in bed like quotation marks. Light was awake, and he knew that if he asked that L would be awake too. They weren’t exactly pretending to be asleep, simply basking in each other's embrace for as long as they could. Sunday would go by fast, L would go back to his late shifts at the university, and Light would drive two hours back home to work with his father.
It didn’t feel like a long distance relationship, Light considered as L moved to adjust his position in the blankets. Sundays were a blessing, filled with sleeping in and making breakfast together and walking to the snow-covered park. Pointing out the snowmen and waiting in line to get hot chocolate. Winter break would come soon, L would drive down for a few days, they would be okay.
“I’m hungry,” L murmured into Light’s neck.
Light thought for a moment, “Help me make pancakes?”
“Okay,” L paused to pout in a joking manner, “but if I burn the apartment down, it’s gonna be your fault for including me.”
Light untangled himself from L, popping up and stretching. L fell back onto the bed, stretching out underneath the many blankets. A small smile flashed across Light’s face before he walked out into the living room. The tiled kitchen floor was cold on his feet, providing another wake up. His eyes glossed over the clock-radio they had positioned on the counter, it read 7:50 AM.
Searching the pantry for pancake mix, Light heard tired feet walking into the kitchen from behind him. He didn’t look back, opting instead to pull out a bowl and a wooden spoon, before he felt two arms wrapped around his waist once again.
L’s head was lodged in between Light’s shoulder and his head, and he had to stop from smiling again. “Can’t cook if you’re clinging onto me like a monkey.”
“Yes, you can.” Light could hear the smile in the other man’s voice. “I believe in you.”
“Oh my god,” Light said, chuckling. “You want pancakes but you refuse to help me! For shame.”
“I’m a terrible person, I confess,” L responded, adding, “I simply refuse to choose between cuddling and pancakes.”
Light began mixing the pancake batter, sprinkling some blueberries in for a bit of taste. Part of him wanted to prove L wrong, but the rest of him was just as eager to keep them connected. As he cooked, L began to tell him about some project he was getting the interns to look into. Light listened to his boyfriend ramble on quietly, wishing that every morning would be like this.
L sounded calm, relaxed, happy. Light could feel the warmth in his cheeks and guessed L could feel the same. After a moment of feeling, Light announced that the pancakes were almost done and begged L to fetch some plates. To his surprise, the other man detached himself and trotted over towards the dishes.
With the slide of two plates onto the counter, breakfast was served. Light’s trademark: chocolate chip and banana pancakes, served with syrup and even more bananas. It sounds sickening, it was sickening…ly delicious. The perfect medium for L’s sweet tooth and Light’s budget.
They sat down to the small table, digging into their sugary, fried up deliciousness, and Light took it all in for the umpteenth time that morning. L sat weird, hunched up and piling the pancakes into his mouth almost animalistically, which was, even Light could admit, endearing.
“Hey,” Light started, interrupting his boyfriend’s feasting, “I’m looking forward to Winter Break.”
L swallowed and smiled softly, “Me too.”