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It was late by the time Chiaki got in, slipping off her crocs in the doorway and throwing her jacket at the sofa, missing by a mile. After dinner she'd got roped into helping clean away the restaurant, since Soda had broken yet another arm messing about with his tech and it was her weekly duty next, after all. Clearing up had turned into wrestling the Warriors into their beds as they begged for dessert (THIRD dessert, Teru corrected them), and then chatting to Nekomaru for who knows how long about how well everyone was recovering, and then being called to the Warriors yet again when Kotoko refused to even stay in her room without a milkshake. Negotiations were made, and Chiaki was more than glad she wasn't in charge of foundation correspondence - she was bad at this.
It was safe to say she was ready for bed.
'Nagito?' She called, pottering into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She heard no response, but it wasn't surprising; her husband had never been known for his stamina, and he'd retreated to their cottage early that evening to rest. He was probably all curled up in bed and cuddling Chiaki's pillow at the moment, and she'd have to wrestle it from him. Her lips quirked up at the thought.
Chiaki headed for the bedroom but stopped when she noticed a familiar pile of fluff on the couch. Well, she thought, at least I don't have to wrestle him from my pillow tonight. There lay Nagito, prosthetic still on and loosely holding a book that lay flat across his chest, a blanket draped across his legs. Chiaki always thought he looked so peaceful when he slept; even when her classmates were in the NWP, that had stayed true. She took a moment to stare, ran her hand carefully through his curls and smiled. Then, with a yawn, she decided her sleeping beauty was too cute to wake; with a swift motion, she swept him up into her arms, tucked both hands to his chest and headed to the bedroom. Nagito was probably lighter than the Warriors, even after years of improving his health, so it wasn't exactly hard to carry him that short distance and set him carefully down on his side of the bed.
Jabberwock was warm enough not to need pyjamas, so Chiaki simply shrugged off her skirt and unlatched her bra, dropping them to the floor to deal with in the morning. It wasn't the first and it wouldn't be the last time Nagito fell asleep in his jeans, but he never seemed bothered by them so she didn't bother to find his pyjamas either. Finally, before she joined him in the bed, Chiaki rifled through his drawer to find a pretty bookmark that matched his book cover - it wasn't exactly necessary, but she knew it always made him smile, something she could never get enough of.
Finally, finally done for the day, Chiaki slipped under the thin covers and wriggled her way to the middle of the bed, wrapping her arms around her husband's slim waist and pressing a soft kiss to his temple. For a moment, he stirred, and she nearly apologised for waking him, but he simply mumbled 'love you' and wrapped his arms around her in return, drifting back off almost immediately.
It had been a long day, but curling up with her husband at the end of it made everything worth it. As she drifted off to sleep herself, Chiaki couldn't help but think just how lucky they all were.