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Sundays were the days both Michael and Yoichi chose to sleep in and allow themselves to be lazy. Normally, Yoichi would be up first at 5am to freshen up and prepare a quick pre-work out snack for himself and his husband before spending the next 30 minutes dragging a grouchy Michael off the bed.
But today was a slow day for them. A well-deserved and heavily craved slow day after weeks of hellish training.
Yoichi, as usual, is the first to come back to consciousness. Without opening his eyes, he tries to figure out what position he is in. Is he about to fall of the bed if he moves? Not quite. He feels Michael's arms in a tight grip around him. It's one of those days.
Almost as if Michael senses Yoichi is awake despite being in a deep sleep, his grip tightens somehow and Yoichi tries to adjust himself into a more comfortable position.
"Michael," Yoichi says, his eyes still not open. "Ease up. I can't breathe."
Michael is still asleep. He does not respond verbally.
Yoichi huffs, slapping the other's arms lightly. "Michael."
The older man grumbles but his body reacts, loosening his arms again into a more comfortable grip.
They stay like this for another hour before Yoichi truly wakes up because he's hungry.
Michael is still asleep but at least his arms are no longer wrapped around Yoichi. Instead, he's laying on his stomach, hiding his face from the sunlight peeking from the curtains. His hair is a mess and Yoichi lovingly combs through the mess.
"What do you want today?' Yoichi decides to volunteer himself to cook because he is hungry and he'll only get hungrier if he tries to get Michael up to cook with him too. "Bacon?"
Michael gives no response.
"Sugar glazed rusts?"
No response.
Yoichi grins.
"Alright, I've been craving a few pastries from the bakery across the road. I'm sure it's not that hard for us to have a treat once in a while, right? I'll get us some French Toast, donuts, pesto bread... And I'll make bacon and sausage. Wow, I'm starving. You're cleaning the dishes later."
"...Yoichi..."
"Yes, dear?"
"Meat only... choose only one carb. Not all three." Michael groans.
"But they've got a sale today. I told you about it yesterday. Buy 1 Take 1 dozen donuts! They have so many good flavors."
"...gone by home."
"Hm?"
"I'm coming with you." Yoichi watches as Michael struggles to roll over. "Wait."
"Michael, I'm hungry. How about you cook some bacon and sausage? And eggs too while you're at it while I go out to the bakery."
"No, you stay and cook." Michael says, finally managing to sit up. He pulls Yoichi back to his side. "All the pastries will be gone by the time you get home. I don't trust that stomach of yours."
"Michael..."
"We have extra sourdough from Alexis. We can eat that with you protein. No going out today."
"We can have it delivered? I have their number."
"Shut the fuck up, Yoichi." Michael, his eyes still hilariously shut close, pulls Yoichi for a morning kiss. "Let's prepare breakfast before your hangrichi comes out."
Yoichi chuckles and helps Michael fix his hair before they head down to prepare their morning meal.
Sometimes, Yoichi can get away with a few donuts on a Sunday. Today, unfortunately, is not one of those days. But as long as he spends his lazy Sunday mornings with the love of his life, he can go without a sweet treat now and then.
Michael will buy it for him anyway on another day. He's cute like that.