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Fushimi opened his eyes as the sunlight shone through the windows, stretching his arms across the pillows to find something, someone, missing.
He smiled as he sat up and looked towards the dresser.
"Good morning," said Uruha as he noticed Fushimi's sleepy reflection gaze at him. Uruha turned, holding out his brush. "Would you?"
"Always," he smiled.
Fushimi stood behind him and began running his fingers through his hair. Silver locks intertwined with dark, as stars of a night sky. He carefully brushed Uruha's hair, smiling at his reflection until he finished.
"Want me to do yours now?" he teased.
Fushimi lifted him up as Uruha wrapped his legs around him.
"I may have lost my hair," he paused to kiss him on the cheek, "but I'll never lose the strength to hold you in my arms."
Uruha laughed softly in his ear before he kissed him back, and the couple shared another blissful morning together.