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Every morning is always the same for Fushiguro. He’d make his bed, hop in the shower, and get dressed for the day ahead—never knowing what is to come.
Only this morning, it seems to be different.
Fushiguro wakes to the sun blinding him. He rubs at his eyes and turns around, only to freeze when he sees none other than Yuuji fast asleep next to him in his bed.
Oh, that’s right. They did confess their feelings for one another just the night before. Less than 8 hours ago.
A small smile forms on Fushiguro at the memory and he flushes as he remembers them sharing their first kiss after the feelings were exposed.
It hadn’t been easy for Fushiguro. His first thought was to run away as soon as Yuuji told him he’s in love with him, but Fushiguro knows how long he’s wanted this for. And he found himself staying instead of going, telling Yuuji he felt the same and that was when Yuuji kissed him.
And boy did Fushiguro never want the feeling to go away.
As the sun rises higher and sets into Fushiguro’s room, he finds himself reaching out to brush his knuckles against Yuuji’s cheek. He strides along his face and goes up to Yuuji’s pink hair, wanting nothing more than to run his fingers through them.
Yuuji stirs, having felt the brushing and Fushiguro pulls his hand back to see Yuuji blinking his eyes open slowly.
Once their eyes meet, Yuuji hums. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Fushiguro replies, swallowing nervously.
Yuuji smiles and grabs Fushiguro’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Fushiguro’s breath hitches and he watches as Yuuji leans in to press a kiss to the top of his hand. “How did you sleep?” He asks.
Fushiguro clears his throat. “Uh, good. Yeah, I-I slept pretty good.” He whispers. Yuuji’s smile turns confused. “Megumi, are you okay?” He asks, and god, how did Fushiguro never realize how good his name sounded coming out of Yuuji’s mouth?
“Yes,” Fushiguro breathes. “I just…I…I…”
Yuuji watches him patiently even though a part of him is nervous that Fushiguro is going to take this all back and say he changes his mind.
But instead, Fushiguro leans in to close the gap between their mouths, surprising Yuuji. He hums and melts into it, feeling Fushiguro reach out to grab his waist as he turns them around to be on top, their lips never breaking contact.
Yuuji slides his fingers into Fushiguro’s hair, massaging his scalp and he moans softly as Fushiguro deepens the kiss.
The noise seems to bring Fushiguro back and he breaks the kiss, catching his breath as he rests his forehead against Yuuji’s. Yuuji smiles up at him, drawing his fingers down to the back of Fushiguro’s neck and squeezes.
“Good answer.” Yuuji murmurs. Fushiguro puffs out a quiet laugh and leans down to leave another kiss on Yuuji’s lips. “I love you.” He whispers.
“Not more than I do, I bet.” Yuuji teases lightly. Fushiguro gives him a look with no real heat behind it and Yuuji laughs, pecking Fushiguro’s lips. “I’m just kidding. Kind of.” He adds when he pulls back again.
“Oh, shut up.” Fushiguro grumbles, then grunts when Yuuji pulls him down by the back of his neck to kiss him deeply again.
And okay, yeah, that’s a good way to shut someone up.