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Sunday morning. Kuro's routine is always the same. Sleep in later than he would any other day of the week, usually around 8:30. Shower, eat breakfast, and then jog the long route over to Kenna's house for just after nine to drag his sleepy boyfriend out of bed, showered and fed by ten if he's lucky and then out and about on their weekly morning dates.
Many would take Kenma’s lack of enthusiasm over this ritual of theirs as a side that he doesn’t care and doesn’t want to put as much effort in as Kuro does. He’s overheard many people, mainly girls who are salty that Kenma got to him first, that Kuro deserves so much better than the low energy setter. Despite everyone's arguably valid complaints, Kuro wouldn’t have things any other way. He can’t even tell people when he and Kenma started dating since it just sort of happened. They went from hanging out every day as childhood friends to volleyball teammates to boyfriends by Kenma’s first year at Nekoma and Kuro can’t tell you when the lines were crossed. All he knows is that one day he and Kenma were sat on his bed playing one of Kenma’s many choices of games and the next Kenma’s made himself comfy in Kuro’s lap, phone in his hands as he does his dailies in his multitude of gacha games while Kuro plays with his hair and presses kisses to his forehead and wherever else he can reach.
Today however, Kuro decides to diverge from routine slightly. Kenma’s mother lets him in when he reaches Kenma’s house, scolding Kuro for still taking the long route despite the horrible weather. She dips down the hall briefly while Kuro shrugs his rain jacket off and hangs it on an available hook. Despite the jacket, Kuro is still reasonably soaked. His trousers cling uncomfortably to his legs and his hair sticks to his face. Kenma’s mother returns with a couple of towels, throwing one around Kuro’s shoulders and rubbing up and down his bicep in an attempt to dry him off even slightly.
“Please, Takara, I’m fine. I appreciate the concern either way.” Kuro gently brushes off her touch, taking the extra towel from her and tucking it under his arm. “I should have some spare clothes here. I’ll change when I go wake Kenma.” Kuro kicks his shoes off, cringing slightly at the horrible squeak they make against the floor. With the towel still around his shoulders, Kuro turns down the hall and into Kenma’s bedroom, where he finds his boyfriend bundled under an obscene amount of blankets as usual. As much as Kuro wants to go and immediately cuddle and dote on his adorable boyfriend, the feeling of water running down the back of his neck reminds him of just how drenched he is.
After a quick rummage through Kenma’s drawers, he manages to find a sleeveless hoodie, a compression shirt, and a pair of joggers tucked away in various different drawers, hidden between Kenma’s horribly organised clothes. Leaving Kenma’s room to duck into the bathroom just across the hall, Kuro places the clothes down next to the sink and quickly pulls the uncomfortable, wet clothes he currently wears. Quickly, and rather half assly, Kuro dries himself off before yanking on his change of clothes. He leaves the towels and his wet clothes neatly folded in a pile before he disappears back into Kenma’s room, finding him exactly how he was when he left the room, not even having shifted slightly in his sleep.
With a pleased hum, Kuro gently pulls back Kenma’s thick layer of blankets to slip into bed beside him. Kenma instantly slings an arm around Kuro’s waist, shifting closer to nuzzle into his chest, all in his sleep. Kuro happily curls his arm around Kenma’s smaller frame, tucking his other arm under his head and letting himself relax under the warmth of Kenma against his side. He covers Kenma back under his mountain of blankets, subjecting himself to the heat as well but deciding it's worth it for the cuddles with his sleepy partner. What Kuro doesn’t anticipate though, is for his own eyes to start to grow heavy. Did his run really tire him out this much? Or was laying with Kenma under an absurd number of blankets much more comfortable than he originally gave it credit for? After a short debate, Kuro decides to accept this. He melts into Kenma’s bed, pulling the smaller closer into his side and letting his eyes shut without much resistance. This wasn’t their usual dates, but a change from the norm isn’t a bad thing.
When Kuro wakes up, it's from gentle, yet insistent pokes to his cheek. He opens an eye, blinking through his sleepy haze to find Kenma’s sunny eyes staring back at him, clearly still groggy himself, his eyes half lidded and face relaxed. Kuro offers Kenma a sleepy smirk, tightening his arm around Kenma, pressing him further into his side.
“This isn’t usually how Sundays go.” Kenma mutters, shuffling to lay himself chest to chest with Kuro, his chin resting on Kuro’s sternum, mildly uncomfortable but Kuro can’t bring himself to care at the moment. Seeing those gorgeous, sleepy eyes staring back at him from this angle is everything Kuro wants and more.
“It's not, you’re right. The weather’s terrible and you were looking particularly cute so I decided to let you sleep in. Didn’t mean to join you but I was comfortable.” Kuro keeps his arm around Kenma, subconsciously rubbing his hand up and down Kenma’s back as he moves his other hand out from under his head, bringing it into Kenma’s hair, watching his boyfriend melt into the simple touch like the human embodiment of a cat he is. Kuro’s convinced he can hear Kenma purring if he listens hard enough.
“Mm, you're warm…” Kenma mumbles into Kuro’s chest, nuzzling into the soft material of the hoodie Kuro wears. His eyes close once again, and his breathing starts to level out again. As content as Kuro would be to let Kenma sleep in his arms all day, Kuro doesn’t want to spend the day sleeping. He presses his fingers into Kenma’s side, biting back a laugh as Kenma squirms, letting out a whine at Kuro’s attack.
“We can stay in bed, but you ain’t sleeping all day. Come on. Let’s sit up and cuddle.” It takes a little convincing, but Kuro gets them situated. Kuro sitting against the headboard, Kenma’s legs draped over his own, tucked into his side with his head against Kuro’s chest as he taps away on his phone at a game Kuro only somewhat understands. Despite his lack of understanding, Kuro watches Kenma like a hawk, watching as he hops in and out of different taps and modes, occasionally shifting closer to Kuro before returning his focus to the game. Kuro presses his face into Kenma’s hair, breathing in the scent of Kenma’s shampoo. Some earthy scent Kuro’s never bothered to look deeper into. It’s merely Kenma’s scent to him afterall. There isn’t much more to it.