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Haru Katou is, more often than not, an early riser - its just ingrained into his biological clock. In this, as in many other aspects, his roommate is the complete opposite. Kambe Daisuke is the type of person who will stay sound asleep in bed way past midday if you don't shake him awake. Some days Haru went out of his way to do that for him, other days he'd rather have a more peaceful morning.
Such is one of those days.
He wakes up with the morning sun poking through the his window, making his room glow under its light. His stomach grumbles as soon as he sits up and he decides its time to make breakfast. Eggs rolls sound good. He whispers a song to himself as he cooks and that's when you can tell he's in a good mood. That was, until he hears Daisuke's door open. Don't get him wrong, he doesn't hate his roommate - well, not anymore at least. Now it's very much not the case but still, sometimes dealing with him was just a bit much, more than Haru could normally handle.
Either way he was raised to have basic manners so he says, "Good morning, Kambe."
A yawn comes in reply, "Mornin'"
Oh, the man was basically sleep walking now, wasn't he?
Haru chuckles softly to himself before asking, "Want breakfast?"
He only reads the floor creaking before a pair of arms slithers their way around his waist. His entire body freezes. What the hell is Daisuke doing?!
Haru would be lying if he said he hated it, he had imagined some romance there at least once or twice... BUT NO NO, he refused to let his mind go there! Their relationship was not like that!
"Yeah." Daisuke's husky voice is so close to Haru's ear, it sends a shiver down his spine.
"K-Kambe?"
"Huh?" The man mumbled, lightly touching Haru's cheek with his lips.
"Wha-what are you doing?"
"Huh?"
Daisuke isn't really listening to him, is he?
Haru turned off the stove.
"Kambe." He peels the arms off of his body. "I think you should go back to bed."
"Ye-" Another yawn, "ah. I'm going."
He dragged himself towards his room and until the door was shut, Haru did not so much as let himself breathe. His heart was beating so fast inside his ribcage, he was sure he could've passed out. He could feel the heat on his cheeks too.
Daisuke had been sleeping walking. His was probably still in a dream, yes, that was the reasonable explanation. That was the only thing Haru could tell himself so that he could ignore what happened and eat his breakfast.
Daisuke woke up again around four hours later. He remembers the dream he had had as he makes his way to the bathroom and smiles. There was one part of it that felt so incredibly real... Oh, he wished. When he was done, he went to greet his roommate in the living room.
"Good evening, Katou." He says, taking a seat on the left side of the couch and crossing one of his legs over the other.
"K-Kambe!" Haru jumps on the right side, a book in his hand. "You're... Uh, You're awake now, huh?"
D aisuke squints at him, very subtlety, "Yes."
"Uh..."
Daisuke observes in silence as the man before him takes the time to process whatever it was that he was trying to process. It's amusing to him, seeing his roommate fiddle with his thumbs.
But every amusement grows too old if too repeative. So eventually, he asks, "Katou, what is the issue?"
"Issue?!" Haru almost shouts, "What issue? Why would there be an issue?!"
His words say that one thing, while the grip on his book tightening said another. Daisuke shrugs. "Suit yourself."
Haru groans and throws his head back, missing the quick smirk that Daisuke gives his way.
"No, no. Okay, I need to talk to you about something." The man said, finally looking directly at him.
"Talk then."
Haru stares daggers at him.
"I am listening." Daisuke says, as way of reassuring.
Haru clicks his tongue before he speaks again, "Do you remember what you did this morning?"
Daisuke furrows his eyebrows. "I was asleep in my bed."
Haru's face scrunches up. "Not quite."
Daisuke is ready to refute again but then, he remembers. Oh, so it had been reality and not a dream as he had assumed. Well, all Daisuke has to do now is pretend as if it had been calculated as all his actions tend to be.
"I think I recall what you mean."
Haru eyes bulge at him. "You think?!"
"What about it, Katou?"
"Wh-" Haru's whole faces scrunches with indignation, "What about it?!"
"Yes, I assume you have something to say about it or else you wouldn't have started this conversation at all."
"I-" Haru groans yet again, this time rubbing the back of his neck, "You're not wrong."
"So?"
"Why did you do that?!"
"Because I could."
Because he wanted to.
"Because you-?!" Haru smiles a bitter one before nodding his head, nodding and pushing himself off the couch. Yet he never finish his sentence, choosing instead to take his book into his room. The door closed with a bang. Daisuke sits in silence to ponder, had it always been this easy to ticked off his roommate?