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Isami woke up first (as usual) and got out of bed before Smith (as usual) and after getting dressed in casual wear he headed to the kitchen.
The cold water to his face earlier made him awake enough to think of what to prepare for the two of them and Lulu for breakfast. He had the feeling western-style would be good today, for a change. Toasted bread, fried eggs and whatever vegetables and pickled food items they had left in the fridge as a side.
He touched his forehead with his palm and blinked into it. He could feel himself craving coffee.
As he located the ground coffee, filters, and drip brewer, his ears caught the sound of a pair of footsteps coming up behind him.
The owner of the footsteps was heavy enough he could identify him by the sound alone, even when he was attempting to move stealthily. The one who usually joined him this early in the morning had lighter footsteps, but she had her days where she slept in too.
Before Isami could turn around and catch the man's eyes, Isami was pulled to his chest from behind.
"Good morning, Isami~"
"H-hey..." Isami said as Smith's large arms enveloped him, taken off guard by the voice next to his ear and the sudden firm grip around him. "I was going to wake you when I was done preparing..."
He realised it wasn't a prank or a joke. He was being hugged. Sincerely (and lovingly).
"Why are you," Isami said as Smith's arms tightened around him, making him aware of the man's size on him, "hugging me..."
"I woke up all alone and felt lonely and went to find you."
Isami felt his broad, strong chest against his back. He felt small in comparison. Smith was probably the only person on earth who could make him feel that, even now in his human form. But it wasn't a bad feeling.
"But I always wake up before you..." Isami mumbled, feeling himself being hugged closer. He swallowed. It felt nice.
Isami was bad at initiating physical contact, so he was thankful for Smith's casual touches, no matter how much it made him blush and how often it took him by surprise. It was nice to be touched by the person he loved. It was okay to want this.
"Isami."
He heard him make his voice deeper close to his ear. Isami felt his cheeks redden. He wondered if Smith could tell. He couldn't see his face, which was probably for the better.
"I was," he said, writhing a little in his grip but not enough to struggle free, "going to prepare us coffee..."
His wriggling made Smith hold him fast, like he was really teasing him now. He stopped his half-hearted struggling and let Smith do as he wanted.
"Let me hug you first."
His arms tightened around the middle of his torso, locking Isami's arms from moving. He added: "I need to recharge."
"Recharge?"
"M-hm." He nestled his face against Isami from behind. "You don't like it?"
"No. This is nice." Isami felt awkward saying it, but it was the truth. Now that he'd already initiated it, Smith could hold him all he wanted.
He relaxed his shoulders and let himself enjoy being hugged. He closed his eyes. Felt the warmth of Smith's body transmitting to his own, how firmly he held him, like he never wanted to let him go, like a devotion bordering on obsession.
He felt him breathe in, like he was taking in his scent. Ah, this was embarrassing after all... he felt like he could feel his heartbeat against his back but it might just be his imagination.
"Your hair is getting longer again," Smith mused, nudging his face against his hair. It tickled a little, making Isami blink open his eyes again.
"Mm, I'm not intentionally growing it out, but," Isami added: "you'll cut it for me again, won't you?"
"Of course. Just tell me when it's too long for you." He placed a small kiss to the side of his head.
"It's fun to play with like this though." He put a tuft of hair between his lips.
Isami bumped his head against his in response.
"Hey."
Smith stopped, but he was resting his face against his shoulder now, making Isami press his cheek against his.
They stood there for a little while, Isami stuck between wanting to keep staying like this (forever) and the flustered feeling in his chest growing stronger feeling like he had to say something to break the mood--
"Anyway--. Like I told you, I was preparing coffee. And food, for all three of us."
Smith hugged him tighter again.
"Which," he added, "which I can't do when you're hugging me."
"Oh. Yes."
Smith's hold loosened, and Isami regretted ruining the mood. He put the sudden apologetic feeling he'd fallen in into saying something else. "Sorry it's going to be a little plain."
"I always look forward to everything you make." Smith said, Isami still not seeing his face but his voice had an upbeat tone, like he was sincerely looking forward to whatever Isami was making.
He was not making Isami less blushing and awkward by saying that, especially since he was still hugging him. Isami wanted to do this for him every morning for the rest of his life if it meant he'd never leave his side.
"Anyway-- me and Lulu are going to the supermarket later today and..."
"I'll join you."
"--I was thinking of making something nice for dinner tonight- huh?"
"Shopping together? You're not leaving me out, are you?" Now his tone was slightly playful.
"You can come," Isami said quietly, hugging Smith's arms from below. "Since you insist."
He huffed, but it gave him a burst of excitement. It was a date. Isami had been the one to bring it up but Smith had been the one to catch the hint and initiate it. That's how it usually went.
They may be living together now and they see each other every day and it would probably look mundane to outsiders but scheduling things like this still put him into a light headed mood where all he could think of was getting to spend time doing something special together...
Smith's hold around him loosened again. He left a light kiss on Isami's neck, lips barely grazing his skin. He let his arms fall to his side, letting his overly long, overly demanding hug end.
"Are you done recharging?"
Isami rubbed his neck where he'd just been kissed and finally faced Smith.
"For now." His smile was as bright as the sun.
"You can hug me again later."
Isami crossed his arms, feeling awkward and like he'd be blinded if he kept looking at him.
"I promise I will."
Isami went back to making coffee.