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It wasn't the first time, Draken woke up with Mitsuya in his arms.
They had been married for two years, being together even longer. To wake up with Mitsuya curling into his chest, snoring softly was not strange to him.
Draken had woken up to the same sight countless times.
Though, to be fair, Mitsuya might experience the same thing more often, considering he was always the one who woke up first, as if he got a built-in alarm or something.
But this time, Draken was the first to open his eyes, to let the sleepiness slowly wash away, as he took in the sight before him.
Mitsuya looked younger in his sleep.
Without his constant frowning as he was brainstorming about the designs he wanted to make, without the permanent scrunched eyebrows that framed his serious face as he did his work.
He looked relaxed, and Draken hoped, also well-rested.
Draken always loved watching Mitsuya when Mitsuya wasn't aware that Draken's attention was solely focused on him.
He loved mapping every feature of Mitsuya's face with his gaze, from the way his eyelashes fluttered, to the way the scarlet of his lips slightly parted, huffing out the warm air. Draken loved making constellations out of Mitsuya's freckles, how he was the only one who got to be this close to doing so.
In the moments like these, Draken wished he could stop time. Keeping this exact scene frozen forever.
Everything could crash and burn for all he cared.
Because his everything was snoring softly in his embrace.
The world could turn upside down, apocalypse, and armageddon all at once.
Because his world was breathing steadily against his chest.
The story could end—
—but this was always gonna be Draken's ending.
Just him and Mitsuya, in the privacy of their bedroom, in the bubble of comfort that only they could share.
It wasn't the first time, Draken woke up before Mitsuya did.
But if he could, he would want to do it, always. Draken wouldn't mind having to get up much earlier, if it was the price he gotta pay to be in the front row of this show.
This show being, his husband sleeping soundly, unaware of the overwhelming love that Draken was currently trying to suppress.
"I love you," Draken whispered in reflex.
Those three words used to be the hardest sentence Draken had to spell. Now, they flowed so easily off his lips, like they were the only words he'd known.
Mitsuya stirred in his sleep.
Draken held his breath, hoping that he didn't accidentally wake him up.
Mitsuya merely snuggled to the crook of Draken's neck, nose rubbing itself on Draken's collarbone like a cat wanting to be petted.
Draken moved on instinct, his arm went to haul the other man even closer, entrapping him in his embrace.
His eyes landed on the clock hanging on the wall. Way too early to start the day, definitely a proper time to sleep some more.
Mitsuya had worked hard the day before so that he could take days off for today.
For today was his and Draken's anniversary.
They had planned to spend the day and the rest of the weekend, enjoying themselves.
A vacation to the beach, staying in a quite luxurious hotel, and, of course, a romantic dinner date. Nothing they had never done before, but those were things they wished they could have done for a second time (and the nth to come).
And no better time than the celebration of their marriage.
Draken knew Mitsuya would prefer to wake up as early as possible, to prepare for the trip, but Draken wouldn't deny him the opportunity to rest for some more. Mitsuya deserved to catch some rest, to recharge himself for the day ahead. Draken would never want less for him.
Mitsuya wiggled in his arms, mumbling something in his haze.
Draken smiled against the black-lilac hair under his chin, before he closed his eyes, pressing his lips lightly on Mitsuya's head.
The mumbling receded, the snore getting steadier.
Mitsuya had fallen back to his slumber.
The morning would eventually greet them, in the form of sneaky sunlight between the curtain, melodious chirping drifted through the window, the natural alarm that demanded Mitsuya to start his day.
Draken would eventually have to let him go.
Draken would eventually need to leave the bed as well.
Because Mitsuya would never be able to fall asleep once he was awakened.
Because Mitsuya would never spend the morning lazing around in bed.
Because that was just how Mitsuya would do every time the morning arrived, anniversary or not.
Draken knew it by heart.
But the morning was still hours away.
And Mitsuya was still safe in his arms, and hadn't even opened his eyes yet.
With Mitsuya in his embrace, what other choice did Draken have?
He would never pass the good chance of cuddling his husband to sleep (again).
It wasn't the first time, Draken woke up with Mitsuya in his arms.
They had been married for two years, being together even longer. To wake up with Mitsuya curling into his chest, snoring softly was not strange to him.
Draken had woken up to the same sight countless times.
Even so, Draken hoped he could always experience the moment like the first time.
The same gratitude, the same mesmerization, the same adoration, the same love—the same amount of them, if not greater.
Draken hoped it would never cease.
Today.
Tomorrow.
The rest of their life.
Draken would never not thank his lucky star for being the only one who gets to fall in love over and over and over again with his husband.
Harder, even.
Draken would endure the fall.
If the wind turned, if he ever hit a squall, he wished the ground allowed itself to find its brutal way to him.
If Draken should fall, on today, on tomorrow, on any other day too, he could only pray that Mitsuya didn't fall too far away from him.
"Mmmh, Ken?"
"Heya, Sleepyhead."
"What time is it? Did I oversleep?"
"Relax, Taka, it's still way too early, even for you. You're clearly in need of some sleep. So, get some."
"But—"
"I'll wake you up later, I promise."
"..."
"Takashi?"
"Mm'kay."
"C'mere, you're freezing."
"Warm me up then."
"Better?"
"Mmmh, yes."
"Now, sleep."
"Mm'kay."
"Love you, and by the way, happy anniversary, Taka."
"Mmmh, happy anniversary, love you too, Ken."
once I had wondered / what was holding up the ground / I can see that all along, love / it was you all the way down
—hozier