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Azusawa Kohane had never given much thought to potential future relationships when she’d been in junior high. While she’d known she’d move out of her childhood home eventually, she’d always assumed she’d rent her own apartment and live on her own.
Sharing an apartment with someone, let alone the bed in said apartment, had never been a part of her original plan for how her life was going to go. Singing on stages and in live houses around the world hadn’t been a part of it, either, but she’d gone and done that with her amazing team, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Speaking of things she wouldn’t have any other way...
An still wasn’t awake, despite her claim that she’d be up by seven-thirty because she always was. She was still wrapped around Kohane, muttering something about hamsters. It was half past eight, and even though they really needed to be at Weekend Garage for a group discussion in five minutes, Kohane wasn’t willing to wake her partner up, especially not when An was so dang cute when she was asleep. An clung to Kohane like she was air and she was drowning when she was asleep, and while this wasn’t much different from when she was awake, Kohane still found it the most endearing thing ever.
She gently tucked An’s hair behind her ear.
An still didn’t wake up. Kohane smiled. It was a very rare occurrence that An would allow herself to sleep in; she normally rose with the sun or shortly after it, and as such, Kohane often woke up alone, which she didn’t mind. Sometimes, An would bring her breakfast in bed, and Kohane would insist she didn’t have to spoil her, but An would say she didn’t mind, and life went on.
Kohane thought she was incredibly lucky to have a partner who spoiled her this much. Some days she’d wonder what her life would be like if she hadn’t gotten lost on Vivid Street, and she could never find an answer that resulted in her having a better life.
She gently combed An’s hair with her fingers. Sleep could come and reclaim her if it wanted. The meeting was going to have to wait.
