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As Kiyotaka is cleaning their room, Mondo walks in.
“Oh, hello, Mondo!” Kiyotaka looks up — or, down, really — from dusting the ceiling fan with a grin. Mondo is shucking his jacket off his shoulders. “Why are you here?”
“Nap,” Mondo says bluntly. “‘m tired as hell. Work kicked my ass. Left early.”
As sorry as he is to hear that, Kiyotaka can’t help but smile wider. Before Mondo, a relationship was never really in the picture for him. He was too focused on his duties as a student. While his responsibilities still take priority in his life, Mondo is also a responsibility of his. Not for any lack of faith in the man himself, no. Just for care.
But the domestic life is surprisingly amazing. Living with another person who you adore, taking care of them and letting them take care of you (even if that’s rare in their case), doing menial tasks together… Kiyotaka loves it.
“Remember to take off—!”
“— binder, yeah, yeah.” Mondo waves him off. Kiyotaka watches him peel his jeans off and replace them with shorts. He also watches him take off his shirt. And not the binder.
“Seriously, Mondo. Don’t sleep in that.”
Mondo groans, something pretty rare for him in response to Kiyotaka. “It’s not that big of a deal. This nap won’t even be that long.”
“I don’t believe you,” Kiyotaka says. “You always take ridiculously long naps. Take it off.”
Mondo grumbles for a few seconds before unzipping the front and letting it fall away. “There you go. Congrats, my tits are out. Have fun.”
“I’m not even looking, and you know that.” Kiyotaka crosses his arms.
“Boo. I’m basically married to a wet blanket.” Mondo’s voice sounds amused for the first time since he walked in, so Kiyotaka decides to let the comment slide. “Alright, got a normal shirt on. Now I’m going to bed.”
“Nap,” Kiyotaka corrects without thinking. “Is it okay if I keep cleaning in here while you sleep?”
Mondo shrugs. “As long as you don’t touch the bed.”
“Of course I won’t!”
“And be quiet, too.”
Kiyotaka nods. “My lips are sealed!”
“Great.” Mondo grins and pulls Kiyotaka down to peck him on the lips. “Thanks, babe.”
“It’s nothing…” Kiyotaka’s face is hot as he turns back to the fan. The sheets rustle as Mondo climbs in, a satisfied sigh leaving his chest. “Good night, Mondo.”
“Mhmmhn.” Mondo has already sprawled out under the covers, his face buried in a pillow. Kiyotaka’s chest goes fuzzy at the sight. Ah, he loves this man so much. Soon enough, Mondo starts snoring, and the sound becomes background noise for Kiyotaka’s cleaning. He dusts more and more of the room, a smile stuck on his face the whole time.
As he goes along, though, he finds himself getting more and more sluggish. Strange, this doesn’t happen to him often. Cleaning often boosts his energy rather than takes it.
Then, he yawns while wiping down their desk.
He stares into the distance for about a minute after that.
Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Yawning. In the middle of the day. After getting a more than sufficient amount of sleep.
After a brief existential crisis, he realizes what happened. He’s gotten so used to Mondo’s snoring at night that the sound itself makes him feel tired. Kiyotaka glances back at the bed. Mondo has, somehow, shifted in place again, a small smile gracing his lips.
It looks so comfortable… Kiyotaka yawns again.
No, he must finish cleaning the room!
Do you really need to? the metaphorical demon on his shoulder, who sounds suspiciously like Mondo, asks. It’ll be here when you wake up. And you get to take a nap with your husband.
Not husband yet, Kiyotaka retorts. And I always finish cleaning the room in one sitting!
Every single time? Loosen up a little.
Definitely a tiny Mondo in his head. He’s heard that exact sentence from his boyfriend more times than he can count. (And he did count, at first.)
Maybe he’ll listen to that voice in his head.
Of course, he can’t just climb into bed! He has to change into more comfortable clothes and comb his hair, an abridged version of his night routine. But after that, he does just climb into the bed. Slides under the covers and closes his eyes, sighing.
It is extremely comfortable. He’s already dozing off before Mondo decides Kiyotaka is his body pillow.
That only makes it better, of course. Feeling the weight and warmth of Mondo against his back erases any guilt Kiyotaka had from not finishing his cleaning. It’s heavenly, what he was put on this earth to experience. Hearing his gentle snores and feeling his arms squeeze his middle… Kiyotaka shivers in sensory delight.
He, of course, falls asleep before he can savor it properly.
(When he wakes, the sun is just barely starting to set. He turns around, expecting to see Mondo’s sleeping face, but is instead greeted by his eyes wide open.
“You’re awake early,” Kiyotaka says, taking the initiative for once and throwing an arm around Mondo’s shoulders.
“Ah, I’ve been awake for a little while. You just seemed so comfy and peaceful, I couldn’t move.”
Kiyotaka smiles and buries his face into Mondo’s neck.
So… damn comfortable.)