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Isoda combed a hand through the long black locks, humming a tune unfamiliar to them, maybe something they'd heard while at the store, or a video online that they'd seen while doomscrolling at night. It's not like it was that much of a big deal, though. It didn't really matter, after all. It was just a song.
They wouldn't be able to identify it for a while anyways, given where they were at the moment.
Although, they do have to admite, their current predicament is quite comfortable.
Somehow or another, they'd ended up under Hirose, his head resting heavy on their chest like it was the most normal thing in the world. To be completely honest though, Isoda themself had no clue how they'd even ended up like this in the first place.
Well—They did, but to say they were confused would be a vast understatement. The two had sat on the couch in the lounge together, it was more than evident that they both needed the break after the.. Interesting day they'd just experienced, the nighttime announcement going off not much earlier.
They'd been chilling when all of a sudden the utaite felt a weight on their shoulder, and they couldn't find it in themself to pull away.
While they were quite fond of the experience, they'd grown to notice how their bones began to ache after time given the strain being pit on their body, and they were nearly sure Hirose's neck would suffer the same fate by the time he woke up. So simply put, they readjusted their position.
Massaging a hand into the surgeon's scalf, a red hue tinted their face as they studied the other's features, pressed against their chest. He'd sported a much more relaxed expression than usual, a far cry from his fixed eyebrows and tense yet locked gaze, the almost constant downturn of the mouth.
Hirose was always so uptight, something Isoda had picked up on after paying closer attention to the other. They were growing interested in what made the surgeon's brain tick the way it did.
Knocking Isoda out of their stupor, they'd felt Hirose stir beneath their hold. Hesitant, they stilled, watching his movements carefully.
—
Hirose blinked, mind hazy and dazed as he blinked the exhaustion from not only his eyes but his sleep-oggled brain as he tried to recollect himself.
Strange, he.. Doesn't remember the couch being this comfortable. He raised a hand to rub his eyes, sleep still eating at his conscious. Yet.. Why's his hand so heavy?
Wait.
This.. This doesn't feel like the couch. This isn't the couch.
Hirose immediately shot up from what he now realized was the red wool of Isoda's sweater, his face growing a similar color to the fabric of the sweater upon locking eyes with Isoda themself, their smug yet affectionate grin only making this so, so, much worse.
Backing up on the couch, now as far away as the cuffs bounding their wrists together would let them be, his panicked expression and beet red face only bringing all the more amusement to the utaite staring directly into his soul.
"I— Isoda I am so. SO. Sorry- I.. I don't even know what HAPPENED, I didn't mean for—" Hirose stammered an apology, profuse and adamant. Isoda giggled at his over-politeness, them breaking out into a fit of laughter catching the surgeon off guard.
"Hehe.. Hirose, please, calm down. I promise you, you're good." Isoda reassured through their laughing, a warm smile engulfing their face, something that made Hirose's heart flutter anew, as if he wasn't already burning enough.
His heart choked in his throat, opening his mouth to defend himself yet no sound leaving. Noticing this, Isoda decided to take matters into their own hands.
Glancing away, that smile Hirose cherished so dearly continuing to adorn their face, Isoda opened their mouth and said something that rocked Hirose's world.
"Honestly, I kinda liked it."
Who knew a single sentence could send the surgeon spiraling, Isoda's words flustering him beyond repair.
"I—Huh?? Real— Really?" Hirose stuttered, confusion overcoming his senses, eyes searching Isoda's face for an answer.
"I mean, yeah. Your hair's really soft, Y'know?"
"What."
If any of the surgeon's previous responses didn't truly get Isoda's goat, this definitely took the cake. They let out another giggle, deciding to test and see if he could get another rise out of him.
"You've like.. Gotta give me your haircare routine, for when we get out of here and all. I know you've got insanely long hair compared to me, but honestly at this point? I'm desperate."
"I mean.. Yeah.. It takes forever, it's even worse to dry."
It seemed he'd finally began to tone down, entertaining Isoda's nonsensical questions about his confusing haircare. Probably to not think of the embarrassment eating away at him.
"Trust me, I know. I got like.. Bodied this morning when you turned around after your shower." Isoda chuckled, watching Hirose wince in shame at the recollection.
"..Again, sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it, honestly it was pretty hilarious."
Hirose opened his mouth to let out a rebuttal, probably something about how they could've gotten hurt before being cut off by a yawn, earning a look from the utaite.
"Hirose, you should really try and go back to sleep. No offense but.. You look like.. Exhausted." Isoda didn't want to come off as overbearing or anything, but they were seriously starting to worry. He was soreading himself far too thin, Isoda was scared he was reaching his limit.
"I know." Hirose groaned, "I'm seriously tired. What time even is it?" The surgeon rubbed at his eyes again, asking a question Isoda didn't have the answer to.
"I.. Do not know. The nighttime announcement went off a while ago." They leaned back against the arm of the couch again, watching Hirose's slumped form carefully, noticing the differences compared to his usual rigid posture.
"Hey, don't let me hold you up, 'kay?" Isoda said, disconnecting their strained cuffs. "I'm gonna go for a walk—"
Suddenly, they'd been cut off by something grasping their palm, their head glancing back to the surgeon still on the couch.
"Can you uhm.. Stay? I just— I just don't want you getting yourself in any trouble, is all." Hirose murmured the request, voice hushed low. The ask was reasonable enough, yet the pinkish hue on his face only becoming more vibrant gave away why he was truly asking. Isoda's eyes lit up at the opportunity they'd just been served on a silver platter.
"Doctor, Do you think I look like a troublemaker?" Isoda teased, crossing their arms with a smug smile.
"No!— It's not like that-"
"Ooohhh, I get it. So the dashing prince needs his knight in shining armor at his stead? I see.. Well, Lest you worry, my liege. Leave it to me to guard you." Isoda giggled , sitting back down beside Hirose and leaning in close, watching his face only grow redder and redder.
While expecting Hirose to blow a gasket and attempt to shoot back with a response, that never happened. Instead, he stayed staring. Gray eyes metting Isoda's heterochromic ones.
They sat there for a moment, before something Isoda hadn't expected happened.
They felt Hirose's lips meet theirs, fleeting and quick, yet impactful beyond miles. The surgeon pulling away almost instantly. Like he didn't know what just happened either.
"I—I'm sorry- I don't know why I did that i'm sorry-" Hirose began to apologize before being cut off by the other.
"N- No, it's.. It's okay. I liked it." Isoda hesitated, baffled by the raven haired mans sudden forwardness.
"Really?" His eyes widened.
"..Yeah. I liked it a lot. I like you, a lot." Isoda admitted, voice hushed to a whisper.
Truth be told, Isoda didn't necessarily know what they were thinking either, leaning in to give Hirose a quick peck on the lips in return.
Maybe it was just a sudden impulse, or the lonliness of the desolate lab getting to them, but it wasn't like it necessarily mattered. They were happy. They were pretty sure Hirose was overjoyed, given the flustered yet hopeful expression never leaving his face.
"You said you were tired, right? I know the couch isnt the most comfortable thing in the world, but we've made it work before right?" Isoda swung their legs back onto the couch, finding themself leaned back against the arm yet again.
Hirose made a face, realizing the utaite was insinuating what they thought they were insinuating.
"I—.. Are you sure?" Hirose asked, hands fonding themself nervously twinging around a lock of black hair. Isoda chuckled, finding Hirose's dire need for confirmation amusing.
"Hehe. Of course i'm sure. I wouldn't offer if I wasn't"
Awkwardly, his limbs stiff from years of overuse and late nights spent studying, shuffled over before Isoda decided to do something about it. Pulling both themself and Hirose down to lay on the couch, mimicking their position from earlier.
Despite being draped over Isoda's smaller frame, he was still noticeably stiff, you could honestly compare him to block of wood. Isoda sighed, a fond smile coating their face, wondering what more they expected from the surgeon.
Isoda found their hands wrapping around Hirose, one landing on the smqll of his back and the other tangling itself in the mans long hair. The surgeon shivered under the utaite's gentle hold, yet not one of discomfort. More like it was just something to get used to.
Hesitantly, Hirose returned the favor, he hooked his arms under their shoulders. Letting his head fall onto Isoda's chest, he listened intently, letting his own heartbeat sync with theirs.
Despite the couch being cramped, mainly on Hirose's end, it was comfortable. Much better than one being left to the lonely couch and the other on the floor.
Running a thumb over the small of the surgeons back, they buried their nose into his hair, letting the smell of his shampoo envelop his senses. They desperately needed his haircare routine. The small movements of their thunb turning into them tracing invisible circles into Hirose's back, noticing the way he melted into the touch.
Hirose only smothered his face further into Isoda's sweater, the warmth of their layers being comfortable in itself.
Isoda's mind wandered back to that song, a a slow rythmnic melody. They still couldn't pinpoint its origin, and it began to bug them.
They picked up the tune again, humming it like it'd jog their memeory. If Hirose hadn't heard the sound, he definitely felt it. the vibrations from their chest bound to be noticeable, given how his ear was pressed so firmly against their chest.
Isoda studied the surgeons expression, his eyes long shut and his expression peaceful. The longer the musician hummed, the more evened out his breathing became. A sight that made their heart flutter with an emotion new to them.
Sinking deeper into the couches cushions, they let their legs wrap around Hirose's torso, feeling their eyes eventually fall shut. Sure, they had problems to tend to, yet the musician doesn't necessarily concern themself with connecting their cuffs back later, not right now at least.
As they felt themself drift off, joining the surgeon, they just hoped this peace would remain till the morning.