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Kamukura felt the bed shift a relatively large amount as Naegi got out from the warm shelter of the blankets. It’s rare that he sleeps enough not to rise from the slightest things, and tonight seemed to be the opposite one of those nights.
His brain arose but his eyes did not, posing the illusion that he had remained unconscious—enough to fool his boyfriend.
No matter how many times it happened and he opened his eyes as result, Makoto could never grasp on to the concept that the slower he goes, the more noise the bed makes. If only he hopped up more quickly, Kamukura could have continued his full night’s worth of sleep, then when he returned the simple act of wrapping his arm around the warmth yet again would completely doze him off.
Alas, he waited, and waited…and continued to wait. Makoto didn’t come back. It seemed as if eons upon eons had passed in the wait of his return, but the small figure with his head of puffy brown hair never took place beside him.
After a little while more, Izuru had unsurprisingly found himself yearning for the softness provided by Naegi, for the way he would gently pet back his hair and whisper sweet little nothings until his eyelids felt like bricks to hold up, when it lulled his tired mind off into slumber.
He missed the way their legs would intertwine and how his hands rested perfectly around the crook of Naegi’s waist, a rather portly, yet perfect thing about him. Put it to the thought, there was a lot of perfect things about Naegi, so many that the simple and easy thought of his awkward jagged smile brought heat to Kamukura’s face.
The little scratches on his hands and knees, the way his words stumble all over each other when talking fast enough, how anybody that gets even the slightest glance from him feels as if they could dump their heart out. He was just sweet like that. Was it odd to compare him to a cookie?
Cheeks pinkened and high in temperature, the last viable source or warmth he could think of was bundling up a wad of blankets in his arms and pout about until his return, which was taking unusually long.
Figuring that it no longer worked, Izuru threw the blankets to the side with no care of how they landed—as long as it wasn’t on the floor. Even if Naegi did take a bit longer than usual to get back, it didn’t mean his return was fated to meet with dirty covers. That wouldn’t do.
Feet steady on the ground, he slipped a pair of random pants on, careless to what it was as his only goal was to find Makoto and drag him back to their shared cabin. The beach wasn’t too big, and he wasn’t stupid enough to go into the forest this late at night.
..or maybe he was. That seems like a Makoto thing to do. Not stupid of course, he would never dare to insult his perfect Makoto.
There was no need to put on a new shirt as there was already one covering his torso—he wasn’t exactly a sleep without a shirt type of guy, only when it was hot enough that staying in one for more then 5 minutes felt like a volcano bath. Those days were common on the island, sun, sunny, more sun, a day of rain, then sun so hot it could cook an egg in under a few minutes.
But luckily the moonlight provided him a nice breeze, enough to soothe down the heat in his body. He slipped the shoes by the bedside over his feet, beginning his hopefully short journey to locate where the hell Makoto had gone.
He’d usually wake up with the smaller figure right up to him, snoring and muttering incoherent words that nobody could understand, not even him. Even though it was easy enough to tell what he was dreaming of he didn’t bother anymore, as long as he was asleep and breathing it was alright.
Not to mention, it was odd but no longer unexpected that he was gone so late at night, thinking of his raging sweet tooth. It’s the reason that Kamukura does his best to cook as many pastries as he can—an exaggeration, that would be much too many—to keep his lover satisfied in times of need, sure of the case that nobody would want to be told ‘go eat an apple’ when they want something like a donut. In that position, who wouldn’t be bothered?
His eyes scanned across the sandy horizon, there was nobody sitting on the beach for as long as it stretched, although he did notice how a bright round light in the sky illuminated the ocean, causing an array of beautiful blues all around. The ocean was one of the things he enjoyed in life; not as much as Makoto, but enough. Getting wet wasn’t the preferable option but it was quite a sight.
His feet lead him over to the hotel Mirai, where Naegi could be there fumbling around with some sort of video games, but that only happens when he’s kept up late by fault of insomnia. He’d sleep near perfectly the entire time before needing to raise for some apparent unknown reason.
Kamukura usually knew everything that everybody did, but it seems as if even those reached a limit. He could think and predict his exact movement, from every inch to every atom, but his sleepy brain had no urge to do that; if Makoto was in danger, the instincts would have told him so.
Izuru felt relatively calm, the soft sounds of the oceans waving and splashing making him unusually sleepy, but he would not stop until he found his boyfriend.
Eyes lidded halfway, he groggily walked up the stairs with his feet dragging across the ground, the second floor is where he was likely to be, at the fact that it would be the usual area where they go to eat every morning.
…Seems as if Makoto couldn’t wait, smile forming on his face at the small sound of something being crunched on.
He wasn’t one to judge for it of course, as long as his precious Naegi was healthy and woke up every morning, it was alright. Makoto had taken eating into a habit soon after the killing game as a way to deal with all of the stress of work and having the overly hard job of ‘Ultimate Hope.’
This had caused him to gain some weight on his short—now stubby—figure, the better outcome from all the pounds he’d lost during the actual killing game. It was one of those things which reassured Naegi that it was all over; he was no longer paper thin and pallid, but had overcome the issue of bad eating habits.
In the resumed state, he was just perfect.
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Peeking over the corner to avoid scaring him, the ravenet walked quietly over to the boy in the creaky wooden chair, unable to control the subdued smile that crossed his face with that breathy chuckle. Naegi knew that sound all too well, as rare as it was.
Makoto paused the movement of his jaw, turning his body over to see the person standing behind him, red cheeks glowing brightly—cheeks that were still filled with cookie, at that.
He swallowed down the mouthful, doing his best to avoid the awkward eye contact with his boyfriend who had caught him in the act of midnight snacking. Kamukura could almost feel the way Makoto’s mouth dried to sandpaper, but couldn’t really find the room to care for it as all he wanted was to sleep. And cuddle, that’s why he’s out here in the first place; sleep just isn’t the same without Naegi in his arms.
Izuru padded over and pulled the chair beside him closer, finally getting the sort-of rest he wanted when he sat down. Naegi seemed to take it as a hint that he could continue eating to his body’s content.
Taking another sweet, Makoto couldn’t help but pity in his heart at how tired Kamukura really looked up close. Under his eyes were dark, his body looked limp with the way it slumped up against his own. “Dear, is everything okay?”
A hum left the light pink lips, only partially opening his eyes to the younger boy sitting beneath him, the one who was much more awake in every way than he was. Naegi turned himself around slightly, allowing more stability for Kamukura to hold himself up in the weird cuddle he was trying to ensue, watching with a small feeling of awe as he was only pulled up onto the lap of his lover. He seemed rather alright, cuddly as always.
Shrugging it off—assuming the ravenet would be able to last a few more minutes as he finished the last few sweets on his plate—he looked out towards the gaping area that filled his vision with the splashing water and moonlit sky, letting his head fall into Kamukura’s shoulder. He definitely used his chef skill for this, these are so damn good…
***
It took around five minutes or so to get finished and reach rock bottom of the dish, making sure to savour each and every flavour to last his palate the night, as Izuru clearly had zero intent of letting him get back up anytime soon.
Somewhere in between those minutes, he had felt a lazy hand begin to rub its fingers through his hair, the hand of very tired Izuru.. The act wasn’t only something he’d done simply out of love, it was also to lure his body to consciousness and stay awake long enough to bring his dearest back to the cabin, even though the chairs started to feel strangely comfortable..
“Hey..are you still awake?”
Kamukura opened his eyes, looking straight into Naegi’s own, then back up to the open sky that he could see quite visibly through the wood. Without looking back down, he took a breath of the crisp air coming down from above while feeling Makoto shuffle over closer to him.
“Have you finished?”
The head of brown hair nodded, letting go of the embrace to start picking up his napkins and wrappers, scooping up the crumbs littered all around the table into the palm of him hand; pace relatively slow.
He still finished the job nonetheless, dumping them all in the trash before turning back around to the ravenet who seemed equally as excited to go back to the warmth of under their sheets to sleep.
Sleepily making their way back to the cabin together, Izuru found his mood had went up quite a bit then how it was not long ago, the increase done by the fact that he now got to hold Makoto’s hand in his own—properly.
Even though there was no clock out in the open he knew it was sometime around two something in the morning when they set foot back inside the chilly floor boards.
“You took awhile. It mustn’t become a habit that you leave for so long without warning.”
He felt the puff of air leave Makoto’s nostrils as he frowned, who turned around and pulled the taller boy into a warm hug, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his forehead. Kamukura, body bent in an odd slump, connected the link between them both with the act of wrapping his arms around Naegi in turn.
Makoto ran his hand over the top of his head down to his back, ushering them both back to bed with slight nudges in each of his short draggy steps.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.. I do hope I didn’t upset you too much with me leaving, although I’d feel much too guilty to wake you up for my stupid wants!”
Izuru let out a tiny scowl, unwrapping his arms to loop his fingers around the waistband of his boyfriend’s sweatpants to tug them down with an effortless push. “They are not stupid. I rather like knowing you’re satisfied, it makes me…”
“Happy?”
He pondered for a moment, taking off his own pants so that the both of them were left in boxers, ready for the nights sleep to catch up on. “…perhaps.”
Their mattress let out a rather loud creak as both bodies belonging to Naegi and Kamukura landed on the bed simultaneously, rolling over until they’ve both reached a good stage of comfortability in each other embrace.
Izuru bent to pick the covers back up over them, which were still located wherever he threw them earlier.
Naegi, still in his grip, shuffled up and took the sides of Kamukura’s face in his palms to get a better look at his complexion. The ravenet lifted eyelids from how they had just closed, giving the younger a look of question in his big green eyes—big green tired eyes. Why isn’t he sleeping?
“Why are you still awake. Sleep.”
..His question came off as more of a demand than a question, one of the toughest things he’s been having the trouble with figuring out on his road of handling the new feeling of emotions. He’s always had a little bit, as deep down and hidden as they were, they were still there.
The scientists who had run experiments on him nearly everyday had convinced Kamukura’s newly improved yet young brain that he had none, that he was made for hope and everything they did was for his benefit. To him, who were they to lie? What reason did they have?
This whole thing..is something to think about later.
“I missed you..! I’ll go to sleep in a few minutes, just let this sugar wear off..”
His soft freckled cheeks moved with a smile, which made it really hard to resist a small pinch or touch with how malleable they looked. Saying so, Izuru lifted his hand up and gently poked the side of his face—only out of curiosity, no intent to be rude.
Makoto’s whole front went bright pink; even red, not expecting what his boyfriend had just done. Kamukura was a curious man, he needed to start thinking about these things sooner. Wiping the blush off of his face as good as he could, the smaller body hid itself under a blanket with a pathetic attempt to conceal the babyface he’d picked up recently. Well, Naegi had always had a younger countenance, just never as…plump. Is that the word to use?
“Stop it, don’t hide.”
“It’s embarrassing!”
He whined, shuffling closer to him to preserve some body heat with the assumption that it was now time to sleep, but nothing really goes the way Naegi plans does it?
When his eyes finally closed and sleep began to overtake his senses, he stifled a tiny muffled gasp as two hands settled themselves firmly on his hips and gave a good squeeze. “Izuru-!? What are you doing?!”
“I’m appreciating your body. No yelling, the others are sleeping.”
Makoto didn’t know wether to smile or curl up in on himself anymore, letting a big puff of air make its way out of his nose.
“I thought you were tired too, why are you sleeping? My oh so special body will still be here in the morning..”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmured, running his palms along the curves of his waist, enough to make Naegi release a shiver. “I think it’s very nice. You look very nice.”
“I look all weird and..I don’t know..You don’t think I’d be prettier if I wasn’t so pudgy?”
“Of course I don’t.”
He didn’t understand, why was Makoto saying those sorts of things about himself? He was Naegi, and everything about him was flawless just the way it was—well, he doesn’t exactly enjoy the ongoing habit of overworking himself but for the most part everything else was just how he loved it.
Kamukura kept that hold on his waist, flipping them both over once again so his own body was pressing against Makoto’s. Continuing to smooth his hands over all of the curves and bends, he did his best to hold and comfort his precious lover as good as could. He didn’t think we was very good at it, but an effort is better then none at all.
He would do possibly everything in the world he could do that Naegi didn’t have to undergo any negative feelings or thoughts about himself. He was a ray of sunshine most of the time, and who or what dared to come in the way and be some unneeded raincloud to his aura?
“Izuru, you..you don’t need to do this, you know that right?”
Kamukura did not respond, instead taking a finger to put it over Makoto’s lips? Feeling the chest under him shake with a laugh. Two could play at this game.
Makoto slowly lifted his arms and threaded his fingers in the hair against the ravenet’s scalp, scratching it very pleasantly to the other boy; he knew having hands all through his hair was a big weak spot. A hum of content left his mouth, yawn slipping the pink lips.
Kamukura moved his way up for only a moment, connecting his lips together with Makoto’s to form a linked embrace between them both. Makoto replicated it near instantly, pulling away when they both needed a big breath of air. He didn’t like having to separate, but the inhale was satisfying enough for his exhausted body, on top of the fact that he could still taste the sugar from his feast. Makoto must’ve been quite ravenous to have eaten all of those in one sitting.
“Now, go to bed..I’m sorry for keeping you awake, and I’ll make it back to you with this.”
“N..No, no.. We can go to sleep together..”
Naegi giggled again, watching with a big grin on his face at how tired Izuru looked, struggling to keep his eyes open when his hands continued to pet back his long locks. He nudged the head down to his chest, keeping his eyes on his tired partner as he pulled down the collar of the shirt a slight bit to press a kiss against the padded collarbone, squeezing his whole body as if he were some big plushy. He didn’t doubt the latter thought much difference at the moment.
As mentioned before, two could play at that game, and it seemed as if they shared the thought between each other as Izuru reached his hands back up the loose fitting shirt and started to rub everywhere he could in gentle circles, earning his own yawn from the brunet.
The hand movements continued from them both; hair petting and torso massaging, eventually slowing and moving away from their rhythms as the couple slipped in and out of sleep in each others arms, not even a hint of a word being uttered unless it was a hum or mumble of enjoyment.
A kiss to his neck was the final signal the shorter one got before the older counterpart fell completely asleep, it didn’t take much long for him to follow along soon after into their land of dreams, feeling much much better now that he had some sweets in his stomach. Maybe all this trouble was worth it after all..