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Mike scoffed as he scrolled through the channels on the tv, seeing nothing worth watching. Throwing the remote near the end of the couch and looked away out the window. The cars driving pass made his mind just wander off and get into his head once again.
When he was younger it never occurred to him that he would be a part timer househusband. For one cause he was ass with them back then better now but he has his moments. Second cause if he was being honest he didn't think he ever would get married. He wasn't around when his grandma was still around so he didn't have any idea of what his grandparents marriage was like.
And with his own parents it wasn't the best, for many reasons. So he thought that he would stay the single cool uncle and watch over his siblings kids. But then he realized he loved Draken after him almost dying from his stab so yeah that developed to where they are now.
"God I wish he was here" he moaned.
Draken has been doing some over time at the shop these last couple of weeks for a big client. From what he heard from Shinichiro and Draken if this went good they would be seeing a big pay out. So big that they could even cut the shop days to 4 to 5 days a week instead of 6 days like they were at the moment. And when he lingered on the thought he would love that the two could have weekends and the occasional holiday to themselves again like they did before.
He got up from his seat and went to make something quick to eat and take a bath. Since the house wasn't to bad he decided to skip the cleaning for today. Not that Draken was here to nag at him about it.
After a quick bite and shower he walked into he and Draken shared bedroom. It was simple for the most part a kind sized bed with small side dresser on both sides of it. With a flat screen TV in the front of the bed they had another dresser with their clothes in it and some things on top. He walked through as naked as the day he was born drying his hair wondering what he was going to sleep in.
The day was a cool one cause a nice breeze going through the air. But not so cold that he would be shivering if he wore nothing but a shirt. He opened the drawers of the dressers to look to see if anything catch his eyes.
"Ok something comfy and will at least cover my thighs" he whispered to himself.
As the pulled out random cotton shirts and worn shirts he paused at the last one he grabbed.
It was a button up that was very long which told him off the bat it was Draken's shirt. It was black and had some kind of white pattern on it, curious Mikey unfolded the shirt to see it.
His breath hitched when his eyes made contact with what it was. It was placed on the right side of the back and both sleeves of the short. The thin lines crossed over each other to make a hollow diamond pattern with mini diamonds in the gaps. The memory of the day he first saw this shirt rang in his like a fire alarm.
At the time he didn't admit it but he was so afraid that he would have lost the taller man that day. After the festival not to long before there was a point in time where he became a bit overbearing when it came to Draken. The mere thought of him not being here not in front of him everyday makes him ill.
He brought the shirt to his nose and took a sniff of it the faint scent of laundry detergent filling it. It been a while since it was washed from how faint the smell was but it was soft to the touch. He rubbed a thumb over one of the buttons the action making it twist counter clockwise. With that he unbutton the buttons and put the shirt on and went to the bed. He turned on the TV on and went to play some rain nosies to help him sleep.
He went to the other side of the bed and laid down and closed his eyes. The sounds of pounding rain and the chirping of birds lead him into his dreams of rough but gentle hands touching all over him.
Later on that night Draken came out to see his husband in his shirt and laying on his side of the bed. He did nothing but smile and gaze a finger over his cheek placing a light kiss on it.
"Sweet dreams Manjiro"