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What a hellish day.
Draken rarely let himself be defeated, but when he pushed the door on his apartment, he felt like a sore loser.
Today truly drained him, mentally and physically.
He got to handle the wrong shipments of the urgent spare parts the shop needed, not to mention the supplier tried to run away from their responsibility.
Then there was this rude customer that got into a fight with Inupi, and it ended up with him threatening to call the cops on them, except the bike shop did nothing wrong, and the law would definitely be on their side if it's ever brought up to the court unless the shithead went the dirty way, which was very plausible in Draken's opinion.
He was tired and irritated, and wouldn't hesitate to flip everyone off if they ever crossed the path with him, even if they didn't do anything to him.
Draken had scared people off on his way toward his apartment unit, and he would definitely feel bad later when he was in a much better mood, but right now, he didn't care.
He just wanted to go home, away from people and everything.
"Welcome home, Ken."
It was amazing, how the simple greeting and the mere presence of the person in front of him turned everything upside down.
"Takashi," he breathed out in relief.
Draken went to Mitsuya like a robot, pulling the other man into his embrace; arms entrapping him, ears ignoring his protest.
"You reek, Ken," Mitsuya grumbled against his chest.
Draken knew the stain of oil and the all-day sweat seeping into his clothes weren't a good thing for Mitsuya to drown in.
But Mitsuya smelled like lavender, and comfort, and home to Draken, and he just couldn't help himself.
"Go take a shower, and then, we can start the dinner," Mitsuya returned the hug, indulging him, nonetheless.
When Draken simply rubbed his nose against the black-lilac hair, Mitsuya patted his back. "Rough day?"
Draken grunted his confirmation intangibly, tightening his embrace.
The two full-grown adults were standing in the hallway, wrapped in each other for a good five minutes.
Just losing themselves in each other's presence.
That was until Mitsuya wiggled himself to pull back from his arms. Draken made an irritating noise at that, which got Mitsuya to chuckle.
"How about you clean yourself, so we can have dinner?"
He cupped Draken's cheeks, amethyst eyes scanning his face as if he searched for anything wrong with Draken. He had to notice that Draken didn't even have the energy to be flirty at the attention because his next words were said so carefully like he was talking to an injured animal.
"And after that, we can watch one of those action movies you've been meaning to watch? Relax a bit?" He pecked Draken's lips, pressing a little bit harder as if he wanted to transpire comfort through the momentary touch, but he didn't let himself linger for too long.
Draken mourned the loss when they parted.
"What do you say, hm? Sounds good?" Mitsuya caressed his cheek, Draken leaned to the touch, so close to purring. Mitsuya tiptoed to peck his lips once again.
"Okay?" The black-lilac-haired man prompted.
Surging forward to steal one more kiss, Draken dropped his forehead against Mitsuya's, as he whispered, "Okay."
Mitsuya rewarded him with another kiss.
The meals were delicious and Draken managed to eat, despite initially thinking that he had lost the appetite. He was also grateful that Mitsuya kept the conversation up during the dinner, telling stories about the day at his designing firm, instead of pestering Draken for more stories from the bike shop.
Mitsuya would definitely hear the complaints and rants later. After all, Draken never not told him about everything that happened in D&D Motors, both business-related and the people involved.
But this evening, Draken just didn't feel like talking. Of course, Mitsuya recognized his reluctance and began to talk on his own.
Hearing his stories was one nice distraction.
Draken got to finish his meal with no troubles.
"Wait for me on the couch," Mitsuya picked up the empty dishes, as he cleaned up the table. "I'm gonna make us hot cocoa and we can start the movie."
On a regular day, Draken would much prefer coffee, but right now, hot cocoa sounded very appealing. He did deserve to enjoy the drink.
It took Mitsuya a good fifteen minutes to prepare the beverage and light snack, and by the time he came out of the kitchen, Draken had already fetched the blanket and had the movie ready to play. Mitsuya smiled, noticing how Draken had settled himself, waiting for him expectantly.
Mitsuya set the mugs down and went to his side. Once he tucked his legs under their shared blanket, Draken pressed the play.
He had wanted to watch this movie since he got his hand on the DVD. But he never really had the time. And now, when he finally did, he just couldn't focus.
Maybe it's the stress, maybe it's the whole bad day that just added weight to his mind.
Draken tried to pay attention to the plot, he tried to listen to the dialogue, but to no avail. It was only eighteen minutes, and he didn't understand anything but the title of the movie.
"Taka, maybe we—" he started, turning his head, but the words died on the tip of his tongue when he saw that Mitsuya wouldn't be able to respond to whatever Draken had wanted to say.
Falling on his shoulder, the black-lilac-haired man had slid into slumber, snoring softly.
Falling for Mitsuya for the umpteenth, Draken did.
Mitsuya also worked full-day, but he still managed to get the dinner done, even going to the length of comforting Draken when Draken didn't tell anything yet to him.
Draken was tired, physically and mentally, but knowing that Mitsuya would always be by his side even on his worst day, somehow gave him a new perspective.
It was not the worst, as long as Mitsuya was with him.
Turning off the movie, Draken pulled the blanket higher, covering Mitsuya and himself. Mitsuya stirred in his sleep but didn't wake up.
Draken wrapped his arm around him, bringing him even closer. He landed a soft kiss on the black-lilac hair.
"Love you," Draken whispered, even if Mitsuya couldn't hear him.
Leaning back to the couch with Mitsuya in his embrace, Draken came to the conclusion, that even if it looked like the worst, "Nah, it's not really a bad day."
What a hellish day.
Mitsuya had just said that a thousand times in a day, he lost count. Even when he hoped he could just go all, 'screw that, I won't do work at home' the perfectionist in himself wouldn't let him truly relax until he could get the design done.
Mitsuya had been exhausting himself at the office, he should just take some rest like Yasuda always told him to do, but he couldn't. Not until Mrs. Hanami had no reason to turn his design down. She had been such a monster to deal with, changing her mind every five seconds.
He wasn't the one to let himself be defeated, no matter how stubborn his client was. Also, since she had paid the firm such a good fortune, Mitsuya couldn't just back down and cancel the contract.
He had reviewed all the rejected designs before, and he thought he finally knew what Mrs. Hanami wanted. After the whole disaster that was Mrs. Hanami sending her assistant to tell Mitsuya and the team, that she 'didn't feel like it' over a mountain of sketches, Yasuda had actually offered to do the damage control herself.
But Mitsuya was the most responsible for this project, and he couldn't just stop until everything was up to his perfection and Mrs. Hanami's approval.
This was why he still did some sketches, even if he already tucked in. Of course, Draken had reminded him how he needed some rest, that the work could wait, but Mitsuya dodged the chiding, saying that it would only take 10-15 minutes then he would rest.
"I swear, Taka, you couldn't—"
"I promise, I won't go over fifteen minutes. It's just one design left and I already had something in mind, I have to sketch it down before it goes" he made a gesture. "poofs, Ken."
Draken sighed, grumbling about how Mitsuya should stop being such a workaholic and how unhealthy it could be.
Mitsuya knew that Draken knew, that once he was determined to do something, Mitsuya would just go and do it.
Despite the grumbling, Draken relented, making himself comfortable next to Mitsuya on the bed, and picking up his automotive magazine.
He gotta make sure Mitsuya kept his promise. And Mitsuya didn't see the need to complain as long as Draken didn't prevent him from doing his work.
This was one thing he loved about being near Draken.
They could just drown in complete silence without the need to converse, being so absorbed in their own activities even if they were together.
The flip of the magazine filled the room, along with the scratch of the pencil against the paper.
The design came rather easily to him, he had a crystal clear idea about what his other designs missing that got Mrs. Hanami to reject them all. Mitsuya raised his sketchbook, trying to put himself in the client's shoes. He would say he did a great job.
And he thought Mrs. Hanami would really appreciate this one.
"Hey, Ken, what do you think about—"
Mitsuya turned his body, about to show Draken his newest design.
Draken did not know anything about fashion, but Mitsuya valued his opinion. It's always good to have another set of eyes to judge what he has made.
Only, it seemed that Draken wouldn't be able to give him any of his thoughts.
Mitsuya didn't know how long he had done his sketch, but by the time he finished, Draken apparently had fallen asleep next to him, the magazine lay quietly on his lap.
Mitsuya smiled for the first time in the day, watching his partner in his slumber.
Draken looked younger, and more relaxed, but still as beautiful as he always had ever been, and Mitsuya fell in love with him again.
How lucky he was for being able to be near him, in the comfort of his quiet presence?
How lucky he was that he could witness this sight for the rest of his life?
Mitsuya could just stare at the sleeping Draken the whole night and never got bored, never once got tired.
But he didn't have the privilege of spending the night without feeling like shit the day afterward.
So, he put the sketchbook and Draken's magazine away on the nightstand.
"Ken," he shook Draken's shoulder, gently, as to not surprise him. "I'm done, let's take some rest."
Draken opened his eyes, heavy with sleep. Straightened his body groggily, he yawned. "How long?"
"Hm?"
"Is it really fifteen minutes?"
It took Mitsuya two seconds to understand what Draken referred to.
Honestly, Mitsuya didn't know, he always got lost in time, when his brain was too busy working on the design and pattern, but as he guided Draken to slide under the blanket, he nodded, "Yes, it is."
Draken grinned sleepily and seemed satisfied with the answer.
The black-haired man opened his arms and Mitsuya naturally came into his embrace.
"Sleep well, then," Draken mumbled against Mitsuya's temple, letting his lips stay there as if he wanted to give Mitsuya a permanent forehead kiss.
In the brink of his unconsciousness, Draken added almost too softly, "Love you."
Those two words somehow got Mitsuya to review the day with a new perspective.
It had been one hellish day, could be the worst, even.
But when everything went wrong, at least, he still got one thing always right.
With Draken by his side, the warmth of his lips on his skin, Mitsuya shut his eyes to let himself savoring the touch.
The epiphany came so easy to him.
"Yeah, not a bad day."
How could it be bad if at the end of the day, Mitsuya got Draken, the best thing that ever happened to him?