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Migraine pounding behind his closed eyes, Kalego breathes sharply through his nose, sinking further into plush pillows and the mattress, almost trying to suffocate himself with the soft fabric. It would certainly be an improvement from the pain that punched him as soon as he opened his eyes this morning, forcing him to call out from work, lest he murders his coworkers and students.
He should have been expecting this- having been plagued by these things since childhood, he should have been suspicious of not suffering from one for almost three months. But between work and the chaos of the Misfit Class, he wrote it off a good fortune.
Of course, it comes to bit him in the ass, leaving him angry and in pain and tired. Even with medicine, food, and water in his system and drowning in the darkness of the bedroom, sleep escapes him. There is a fool proof way for getting him to sleep, but the main star of it is currently at work, taking care of his classes while he’s out.
He doesn’t react to the front door opening and closing, already knowing who’s coming into the house, only slightly surprised that his lover is already home. (Then again, he hasn’t been exactly staring at a clock to watch the passing of time.) It doesn’t take long before muffled footsteps walk into the bedroom, stopping at the bed, the mattress sinking under heavy additional weight. “Kalego?”
He gives an undignified grunt, sinking further into the mattress as a large hand palms the back of his head, heavy fingers gently combing through his ruffled hair. Shichiro doesn’t bother to ask him how bad it is, having been by Kalego’s side long enough to know the extent and signs of a bad migraine. Kalego groans as his lover’s fingers message a tender spot on the back of his head. The demon shifts just enough to squint into the darkness, making out the large vague outline of his partner. “Shh,” Shichiro whispers, pressing a kiss into his hair, inspecting him quickly, “have you gotten any sleep?”
He grumbles, reaching and tugging at Shichiro’s shirt.
The larger demon softly laughs out a teasing “needy” before he’s sliding underneath the covers, pulling Kalego up against him, tucking his head underneath his chin, an arm thrown around his waist. Kalego sighs, melting into Shichiro’s warmth, nearly purring as his lover resumes combining his hair. “How was work?” Kalego asks, pressing a kiss just behind Shichiro’s ear.
“Fine, quiet,” he replies, pulling Kalego even tighter against him, “Misfits made a bunch of get-well cards for you during class.” (Kalego will deny holding any affection for the Misfits- loud, disruptive, problem students that they undeniable are- but Shichiro knows that they are, by far, his favorite students.)
“Fools,” Kalego grumbles, pressing another kiss against what remains of Shichiro’s lips, grinning at the pleased rumble underneath him. The dark-haired demon sinks back against his lover, every shred of tension and pain bleeding out from him as the soothing, familiar smell of plants and dirt and tea fills his lungs. “Welcome home,” he breathes out, sleep slowly starting to claim him, lips twitching up into a small smile as Shichiro chuckles, pressing another kiss against his head, just before he finally falls asleep.