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Doppo stirred, a soft hum in the back of his throat as he nudged his chin against something soft. Blinking an eye open, still groggy, he looked down at the man curled against him and smiled. Osamu’s hair brushed against Doppo’s neck and chin, fanning across the pillow in a way where it would definitely stick up when he woke. Doppo closed his eyes again, breathing out softly as he brought an arm up and draped it over Osamu’s waist. Osamu made a small noise and cuddled closer, tucking his head back under Doppo’s chin. Doppo smiled.
“Good morning, darling,” he murmured, voice rough from sleep. “Sleep well?” Osamu just hummed, breathing out a sigh through his nose. Doppo laughed softly, bringing his free hand up to brush through the hair over Osamu’s forehead, taking an odd sort of comfort from the warmth of his skin underneath Doppo’s hand. As if it disproved Osamu’s own misgivings of the state of his humanity, somehow.
Osamu nudged up into the touch, bumping his head against Doppo’s jaw, and Doppo chuckled again. He gave Osamu’s waist a gentle pat before pulling back. “Let me up, love,” he said, sighing when the man made an almost bratty noise of dissent and clung tighter. “Osamu,” he said, a bit more firmly now, “let me up, please. I’m just going to use the bathroom and then I’ll be right back.”
This time, Osamu sighed dramatically and rolled over onto his back, eyes still shut tight and eyebrows furrowed. “So mean,” he whined, draping an arm over his eyes to block out the muted sunlight filtering through the drawn curtains. Kunikida rolled his eyes at the dramatics and sat up, stretching and feeling his joints crack as he did so. “Kunikida-kun bullies me.”
“Oh, be quiet,” Doppo retorted, standing. “I’ll be right back.” He didn’t even need to go far, they had a bedroom-adjacent bathroom. Osamu was just a drama queen.
Osamu continued to grumble and whine, loud enough for Doppo to hear him through the door, and Doppo had to stop himself from laughing at the clingy behaviour. Once upon a time, Doppo would have just been annoyed by the antics, but since then he had come to learn that Osamu was just like that. He had abandonment issues, and annoying people was his love language. By his logic, if someone could tolerate his nonsense long enough to become comfortable with it, then that person was safe in his mind. Doppo didn’t claim to understand the logic behind it entirely, but he understood well enough that Osamu needed that validation, however minimal it was.
Drying his hands on the comfortable T-shirt he had slept in, Doppo re-entered the bedroom to find Osamu standing at the dresser with a somewhat blank expression. He looked up at Doppo and pouted.
“Where’s my sweatpants?” he asked, arms crossed. Doppo sighed.
“You spilled tea on them last night, remember?” he reminded Osamu, and the man gave a small oh. “They’re in the wash. You can borrow a pair of mine for now, if you’d like.” Osamu huffed. “But Kunikida-kun’s pants are too long on me,” he protested.
“Roll the legs up then,” Doppo replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Or just don’t wear pants. I don’t care. Just be ready for breakfast.”
Osamu whined again as Doppo left the bedroom, following him down the hall and to the kitchen, socked feet slapping softly against the floor. Doppo, strategically ignoring the other man for the time being, set about preparing breakfast. Eventually Osamu pouted and hoisted himself up onto the counter, launching into a story about a dream he had last night. Doppo listened, occasionally glancing up at him to confirm that he was in fact listening to Osamu’s tale as he reheated the rice from the night before.
It was nice, this domestic atmosphere. Doppo had never imagined he would have this, not with another man. He had always told himself he would have a wife, that it would cancel out his homosexual tendencies if he leaned more to one side. But… he was happy, like this. He was happy with his fiancé sitting on his kitchen counter, pants-less. He was happy listening to Osamu ramble about nonsense. And he was especially happy to see the awed look on Osamu’s face when Doppo opened the fridge and withdrew a glass container of soy-cured egg yolks he had prepared the day before, his beloved’s eyes sparkling in excitement.
“Kunikida-kun spoils me,” he purred, accepting the container offered to him as he was instructed to hold it. He cracked the lid open and sniffed, humming contentedly. “Mm. I haven’t had these in years. Thank you, Doppo!”
Doppo smiled, scooping rice into two separate bowls and topping them with shredded chicken (also leftovers). Atsushi had made Doppo chazuke one time, and now Doppo found it to be the perfect thing to quickly whip up for breakfast.
He carried the bowls to the table, Osamu hopping down from the counter and bringing the eggs with him. Doppo couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he watched his Osamu oh so carefully lift a yolk out of the dish with his chopsticks and place it perfectly in the center of his rice mound, tongue poking out slightly between his lips as he focused.
They ate in companionable silence, Osamu occasionally making a small noise of contentment or praise. Doppo had to remind him after he added a third egg to his bowl that too many would upset his stomach, which earned him another pout.
As they both finished up their meals, the washing machine pinged melodiously, signaling that it was finished with its cycle. Osamu jumped from his chair. “I’ll get it!” he declared, running off.
“Don’t slip!” Doppo cautioned. For goodness’ sake, the man wasn’t even wearing his slippers. He sighed and gathered the dishes from breakfast, bringing them over to the sink to wash them. Technically, it was Osamu’s turn to do the dishes, but Doppo was in a good mood that morning.
When Osamu returned from switching the laundry, he snuck up behind Doppo and slung his arms around the taller man’s waist from behind. “They still need to dry,” he complained, chin resting on Doppo’s shoulder. Doppo smiled. “That’s how laundry works, love,” he replied, and Osamu huffed.
“Well, it’s stupid,” he declared, pressing a sneaky kiss behind Doppo’s ear.
Doppo just laughed.