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The high pitched beeping of Gundham's alarm rang throughout the room, causing both him and Kazuichi to jolt awake. Gundham let out a quiet groan as he fumbled to find his phone, swiping the screen to silence it then dropping it back onto the bedside cabinet. Having to wake up at 5:30am was easily the worst part of his job.
"Mornin'," Kazuichi yawned, squeezing Gundham in a tight hug and burying his face in his indigo sweatshirt, "What uh, what day is it?"
"Friday," Gundham replied, earning an annoyed grumble from Kazuichi. Both men worked four days a week with three days off - Gundham's days off being Saturday, Sunday and Monday, and Kazuichi's being Friday, Saturday and Sunday - leaving Kazuichi home alone on Fridays, hence his frustration. He hated Fridays, he almost hated them enough to take up an extra day at his job so that he could at least be surrounded by his annoying coworkers, rather than the emptiness of his and Gundham's house.
Almost, but not quite. It was still his day off after all, and once he got over the misery of Gundham's absence, he could normally find a way to enjoy himself, often resorting to staying at home for a day full of video games and mentally planning things to do with his boyfriend that evening.
Gundham didn't typically linger in bed before work, but against his better judgement, he gave in to Kazuichi's warmth that morning, staying under the covers for much longer than usual. He let Kazuichi curl up against him and snaked one hand up to play with his unruly hair, stroking and twisting the neon strands between his fingers, and occasionally dipping down to caress his shoulder.
Eventually, Gundham let out a resigned sigh, knowing he really ought to start getting ready if he wanted to have a chance at arriving on time. He peeled Kazuichi's hands off of his waist and his head off of his chest, then climbed out of bed, swiftly making his way over to the wardrobe. He picked out the same plain white button up and dark slacks he always wore to work, and as he got changed, he tossed his discarded sweatshirt over to Kazuichi, who sleepily pulled it on over his head and buried his nose in the familiar scent.
"Come back to bed," Kazuichi whined, his voice muffled by the thick fabric. Gundham chose not to respond, instead continuing to prepare for the day, but as he approached the bedside cabinet to retrieve his phone, Kazuichi lunged out at him from under the blanket, latching onto Gundham's torso. "I win," he giggled, using all of his strength to tug the other man back onto the mattress, nuzzling his face into the crook of Gundham's neck and peppering his skin with kisses.
Gundham chuckled, and after a few seconds of struggling, he managed to pry Kazuichi off of him and return to his feet. "I apologise my love, but I'm already..." His eyes widened as he tapped the power button of his phone, realising just how late their cuddling session had made him. "Half an hour behind schedule. I must depart as soon as possible." He tucked his phone into his pocket and strode out across the corridor, entering the bathroom and leaving both doors in his path wide open. "If you wish to continue your slumber," he called out to his still reclined boyfriend, "That is perfectly understandable. But if not, you are more than welcome to join me in my preparations."
Fighting the urge to fall back asleep, Kazuichi slid on his glasses and shuffled out of bed, desperate to spend as much time as possible with Gundham before he was ready to leave.
As he headed towards the door, he caught a brief glimpse of himself in the full length mirror propped up against the wall. Gundham's sweatshirt was perfectly oversized, the hem leaving just an inch of his boxers visible, and the sleeves almost entirely covering his hands, rendering him thoroughly cozy. His neck was decorated with a dark collection of hickeys, as were his inner thighs, the deep purple bruises creeping up his skin until his underwear hid them from view. He lightly prodded two fingers into a mark just beneath his jaw and winced slightly at the pain, the dull ache fondly reminding him of the previous night.
As he stared at his reflection, a mischievous idea formed in his brain, and a smirk grew on his lips. Maybe, he pondered, if he seduced Gundham, he could convince him to stay at home for the day...
He shook the indecent thoughts from his head, deciding to be sensible for once and actually try to help Gundham rather than hinder him. He scampered into the bathroom and rested his hand on the doorframe, the circular mirror allowing him to make eye contact with his boyfriend, who was currently brushing his teeth.
"Anythin' I can do to speed things up?"
Gundham shook his head, spitting his toothpaste into the sink and rinsing the brush. "Your company is the greatest aid of all," he replied with a smile, picking up his eyeliner and beginning to apply it, "I'll be far quicker without any physical interference, so if you-"
Kazuichi interrupted him by hopping up onto the bathroom counter, wedging himself between Gundham and the mirror, hooking his legs around Gundham's waist and narrowly avoiding toppling ass-first into the sink.
"Kazuichi," Gundham sighed, "I adore you with every last cell of my current mortal vessel. However, I need to-"
"Relax babe, I'll keep out of your way, I swear! I'm just gonna fix your hair while you do your makeup, that'll save you some time, right?" He awkwardly hunched his back and craned his neck sideways to prove that Gundham could still see himself in the mirror, then stretched his arm backwards to grab his comb from the nearby shelf. "Now c'mon, you're runnin' late, remember? Hurry up, hurry up!"
Gundham laughed quietly, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of Kazuichi's head before obeying his orders. Applying his eyeliner was a lot more complicated than it usually was, given he had a fully grown man limiting his arm movements, but he still completed the task in a matter of minutes, as did Kazuichi, successfully taming Gundham's two-toned mop into its signature droopy style.
Gundham paced from the bathroom to the kitchen with Kazuichi following closely behind, the former grabbing spoons and bowls from the cupboard and the latter retrieving cereal and milk. Due to his lateness, Gundham didn't exactly feel like eating a whole meal, but he knew Kazuichi would be disappointed if he skipped breakfast again, so he decided to just get it over with as quickly as possible, rather than face another 'even though you're a super cool demon overlord, you still gotta have breakfast man, I'll shove it in your face myself if I have to' rant.
Gundham slumped into his seat as Kazuichi served them both a portion of cereal, pouring almond milk into Gundham's and dairy milk into his own. He immediately began scarfing down his meal, glancing up to see Kazuichi tipping a mountain of sugar into his bowl and mixing it in with his spoon. He rolled his eyes and lightly tapped Kazuichi's shin with his foot, causing the shorter male to giggle and hold up his hands defensively. Gundham could never understand how someone so intent on treating his boyfriend's body healthily insisted on abusing his own with constant heaps of sugar.
They ate their breakfast in near silence, Kazuichi's tiredness rapidly catching up with him and Gundham's urgency prioritising conversation. After finishing his final spoonful, Gundham rose from his chair, leaving his bowl for Kazuichi to deal with later, then grabbed his faux leather boots from the shoe rack and crouched down to lace them up.
"I wish you could have an extra day off," Kazuichi mumbled, pausing to slurp up his leftover milk, "It feels lonely here without you. I don't like it."
"I know, my angel." Gundham stood up straight and glanced over at Kazuichi, and upon seeing his pitiful puppy dog eyes, he sighed, beckoning Kazuichi over.
"I'll be back this evening, as I always am. I promise," he hummed, wiping the remains of the milk off of Kazuichi's mouth with the back of his hand then kissing him. "Now," he continued, wrapping Kazuichi in a momentary hug before stepping backwards to pick up his keys, "I really must be on my way."
Kazuichi nodded in understanding, lifting Gundham's coat off of the hook on the wall and slinging it over the other man's shoulders. He gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to say goodbye, then opened the front door, ushering him out into the cold breeze.
Gundham hurried down the path and into his car, and as he started the engine, he gave his boyfriend an enthusiastic parting wave, causing Kazuichi to grin and return the gesture.
As Gundham's car sped into the distance, Kazuichi clicked the door shut and ambled back through their house to return to the bedroom. He flopped onto the blanket and tugged Gundham's sweatshirt up over his nose, and soon after taking a long, deep breath of the calming scent, he fell back asleep, peacefully napping until midday.