Chapter Text
Kyo awoke in bed, his body warm under his covers. He laid there for a while, keeping his eyes closed. He drifted in and out of sleep, his mind blissfully blank. After a while, he wasn’t sure how long, exactly, he turned onto his side, shifting and pulling his blanket more around himself. The body beside him let out a soft whine, and Kyo grinned to himself.
Iori whined in his sleep, moving one of his arms and flopping it over Kyo’s body. He muttered something incomprehensible in his sleep, before becoming still again. Kyo peeked his eyes open to stare at Iori. It wasn’t very often that he woke up before him. Kyo wanted to savor this moment.
Iori’s red hair was tousled on his pillow, bright against the clean white of the pillow cover. He had a bit of a five o’clock shadow on his face, and Kyo noticed that it was a natural red, just like the hair on his head. Kyo’s eyes wandered over his face, admiring his high cheekbones and his sharp jawline. Kyo smirked as he moved his eyes down to Iori’s neck, spotting the hickey he had given him last night. He was lucky Iori hadn’t protested against it; usually the red head would never let him make marks on him.
Kyo watched as Iori’s chest rose and fell with each breath, moving in a deep and steady rhythm. Iori was a deep sleeper, not waking up for much, other than being shaken awake. Kyo shifted again, bringing his arm up and out from under the blanket. He ghosted his fingers over Iori’s face, tracing his eyebrows and his lips. He gently cupped Iori’s cheek, rubbing his thumb lovingly across his warm skin. He was glad Iori was such a deep sleeper, as this was one of the few times he could be this touchy with Iori, without the usual grumbling and hand swatting from Iori. He knew Iori liked it, but that Iori still was getting used to it, after his lonely upbringing.
Iori turned his head again in his sleep, towards Kyo’s hand. His nose went in between Kyo’s fingers, his warm breath hitting Kyo’s palm. Kyo chuckled under his breath, and withdrew his hand. He half turned his body, reaching out behind him, to grab his phone that was on his bedside table. He grabbed it, almost dropping it on himself in the process. He entered his passcode, and clicked his camera app. He fiddled with the camera settings for a second, making sure the flash wasn’t on.
He turned the camera to Iori, and snapped a couple of pictures. He looked through them, and set the third one he took as his phone background. He knew that when Iori saw it later, he would protest against it, saying, ‘ What if someone else saw? What would they think? ’, and change it to a random cat or food picture. It was their ritual.
Kyo then used his thumb to open his messages. He only had one new one, from Shingo. He opened it, wondering what inane thing Shingo wanted to babble to him about this time.
Kyo-san! Good morning! Unless you see this at night, if so, good evening!
Kyo rolled his eyes, but he was used to this nonsense from Shingo. He continued reading.
I have started a new job, at a minigolf place! It is called Toshida’s Temple! Cool name, right? It would be a great honor if you would visit me, Kyo-san!
Then there was a smattering of emojis, mainly smiley faces and thumbs up emojis. Kyo was always amazed at how Shingo managed to be so respectful, yet so casual at the same time.
Please bring Yagami-san too! We have a special lovers deal this week! *.*
Kyo finally reached the end of the message. He briefly tried to imagine Iori putting on a mini golf course, but the only image he could conjure up in his mind was one of Iori chasing after Shingo with a bent club, ready to clobber him. Kyo laughed to himself, and typed up a message to Shingo.
Can you see Yagami playing mini golf? I can’t. I’ll see what I can do, but no promises.
Kyo sent the message, and checked the time. 7:18am. He placed his phone back on the little bedside table. He yawned, turning his head to look back at Iori again. Iori was still in the same position, his arm still thrown over Kyo’s chest. Kyo gently removed his arm and placed it up and over Iori’s head. He sat up, stretching his arms out in front of him. He slipped out of bed, making sure to cover Iori back up with the blanket. He padded across the room to the bathroom, needing to pee.
After he had washed his hands, he looked himself over in the mirror. He himself also had a good five o’clock shadow, and his hair was a bit ratty. He splashed his face with water, waking himself up a bit more. He rummaged around in a drawer for a comb, and began to pull it though his hair. He hummed softly to himself, wincing every now and then as he worked though the knots in his hair. He wished his hair was thicker, like Iori’s. Iori’s hair never seemed to tangle up, no matter what happened to it.
After his hair was much more manageable, he put the comb back, and brushed his teeth. After that, he decided to see if Iori was awake yet. He walked back out into the bedroom, where Iori was still dead to the world. Kyo walked over to him, leaning down. He moved his hair aside and kissed him on the forehead. Iori twitched in his sleep, but didn’t react further. Kyo smiled, and went to the kitchen.
Kyo began to prepare some eggs, taking a pan down from a cabinet, and the eggs from the fridge. He also grabbed some green onion to add to the scrambled eggs. He wasn’t a very good cook, but he knew that he had to add something to the eggs. He sighed, wishing that Iori was here to help. Iori was a fantastic cook, having lived alone for so long. Kyo was used to his mother cooking everything.
Kyo cracked the eggs into the pan, scrambling them around with a fork. If Iori saw, he would have scolded Kyo, telling him that he was going to scratch up the bottom of the pans. Kyo added the pre-cut onions to the pan, turning the heat down so he didn’t burn anything and set off the fire alarm. He had done that once, and Iori had been in a foul mood all day after being woken up by it.
Iori was pretty fickle, Kyo realized, but he didn’t mind it all that much. Kyo was very easy going, so they balanced each other out. There definitely were times when Iori’s fickleness helped Kyo, and other times where Kyo had managed to defuse a situation with his laidback attitude.
Kyo glanced at the clock above the stove. 7:55am. He tipped the finished eggs onto one big plate, and placed two forks on the plate as well. He sprinkled some salt, pepper, and garlic salt on the eggs. He tasted a small bite, and nodded to himself, satisfied. He cleaned up the dirty pan, and wiped down the stove. He then brought the plate into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
He set the plate on the bedside table, the steam rising from the hot food up into the air. He sat on the edge of the bed, and stretched once more. Ever since he had turned 23, it seemed no matter how much he stretched, he was always sore. He turned his body towards Iori, placing a hand softly on his shoulder. He shook Iori, making Iori mumble and flop over. Kyo persisted, and shook Iori’s shoulder again.
Iori groaned, and flipped back over to face Kyo. He had a death glare in his eyes, ready to murder whoever dared wake him from his slumber. He then locked eyes with Kyo, and his expression immediately softened. Kyo would never get tired of seeing it happen.
“Time?” Iori asked, his voice still gravelly with sleep.
“It’s about 8am, almost. I made eggs.” Kyo pointed to the plate on the bedside table. Iori sat up, the blanket falling around his waist. Unlike Kyo, who usually almost always wore pajama pants, Iori usually opted to only wear a shirt and boxers. He shivered slightly when the blanket fell off him, and covered himself back up.
Kyo crawled back into bed with Iori, sitting up against the headboard next to him. He grabbed the plate of eggs, and set it on his lap. He wordlessly handed Iori a fork. Iori accepted, and scooped up almost half the eggs, before Kyo even had a chance to react. He popped the fork in his mouth, giving Kyo a look that clearly meant ‘you snooze, you lose’.
“Yagami! That’s so not fair...” Kyo said, moving the plate out of Iori’s reach. He was always amazed at how much Iori could eat. He was one of the few people that could out eat Kyo.
“Ah, don't be such a baby.” Iori grumbled, throwing the blanket off himself and standing up from the bed. He swiped at his eyes and yawned, as Kyo pouted, eating a bite of the eggs himself. Iori then reached out and ruffled Kyo’s hair, surprising him. “They were pretty good, almost edible.” Iori rumbled, before heading off into the bathroom. Kyo’s cheeks warmed and he smiled. It was hard to see through his dryness and his rough attitude, but Iori could be funny and banter with Kyo, in his own Iori-esque way. Kyo had been with him long enough now to pick up on it, most of the time.
Kyo finished off the eggs, while Iori did his morning routine in the bathroom. Kyo set the empty plate aside, and reached for his phone again. No new messages. He got lost momentarily scrolling through a news feed, and was a bit startled when he felt Iori tap his leg. He looked up from his phone.
Iori had washed and shaved his face, and Kyo could smell the faint smell of mint toothpaste on him. Iori lay down on his stomach next to Kyo, laying his head on his arms. Kyo couldn’t help but run his eyes down Iori’s body, his eyes lingering on his bare legs.
“What’s the plan for today?” Iori asked, blowing some hair out of his face.
“Shingo started a new job. He wants me, or us, to visit.” Iori raised an eyebrow at this. Kyo reached out and ran a hand through Iori’s hair. He weaved his fingers through the thick, red strands. “It’s a mini golf place, apparently.” Iori closed his eyes as Kyo messed with his hair. The room was silent for a while, as they both enjoyed each other's company.
“Just promise not to cry when I beat you.” Iori finally said after a while, opening his eyes again and looking at Kyo with a soft smirk. They both knew Iori was good at almost every sport he had ever tried. There was a strong possibility that Iori would totally leave Kyo in the dust when it came to mini golf.
“So, that’s a yes on you going?” Kyo asked, cupping Iori’s cheek again with his hand. Iori surprised him again by leaning into Kyo’s touch, his eyes soft. Kyo again ran his thumb over Iori’s cheek. Iori nodded.
A couple of hours later, around 9:50am, they were ready to leave. They had both taken a shower, (not together, as Kyo had hoped,) and had both gotten dressed. Iori was wearing a simple black t-shirt, with a red leather jacket, and white jeans. Kyo had once begged Iori to tell him where he had gotten his jeans, as he wanted a pair for himself, but Iori had been tight lipped about it.
Kyo himself was also wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but his jeans had fashionable holes in the knees. Kyo was also wearing his favorite pullover hoodie, a warm black one with a holographic sun on the back. It wasn’t cold out, but Kyo had a good feeling about the hoodie.
Kyo was leaning over the back of the couch in the living room, messing around on his phone as he waited for Iori to be done fixing his hair in the bathroom. He then got a text from Benimaru as he was waiting, and opened it up.
Are you busy today? There’s a new cafe in town I want to check out, but I don't wanna go alone.
Yea, I’m going to Shingo’s new job. Some mini golf place. Moral support, or something.
And you didn’t invite me? Yeouch.
I’m going with Iori…
Ah, old ball and chain, huh?
And what exactly does that mean, Beni?
Kyo watched Benimaru type for a bit, but Beni sent nothing. Kyo huffed a little, a bit mad. Ball and chain? They had been dating for almost a year now. Of course he was going to try to go with his partner! And it wasn’t like he never hung out with Beni. He huffed again, getting worked up.
Kyo suddenly felt strong hands grab around his hips, pulling him up from the couch. He dropped his phone on the couch cushions, startled. Iori pulled Kyo flush to his chest, standing behind him.
“I heard you get all huffy. What’s wrong?” Iori muttered into Kyo’s ear, his warm breath tickling Kyo’s neck. Kyo flushed, goosebumps breaking out on his arms. What had gotten into Iori today? He never acted like this. Not that Kyo was complaining, per se…
“Beni is just being an asshole, as usual.” Kyo replied. Iori pressed his lips to Kyo’s ear, his hands snaking around Kyo’s waist.
“You want me to kill him for you? It would be long overdue...” Iori mumbled, a hint of amusement in his voice. Kyo let out a laugh, feeling his anger dissipate.
“No killing today. Unless Shingo really gets on my nerves…” Kyo chuckled. Iori chuckled as well, pulling away from Kyo. Iori turned, ready to finally leave, but Kyo couldn’t help himself. He grabbed Iori’s jacket collar and kissed him on the lips, hoping Iori wouldn’t get too pissy. To his relief, Iori kissed him back. After a bit, Kyo pulled away reluctantly, knowing that they had to leave soon to catch the train. Iori’s expression was almost blank, like it usually was, but his eyes seemed to sparkle, the corner of his mouth turned up in a slight smile.
“Careful Kusanagi, or we’ll be late.”