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The fan hums softly, blending into the calm morning silence. Outside, the sky is gray, spilling over the little town. A light drizzle falls — soft as spring petals, but cold.
Inside the room, the blue hedgehog stretches and yawns. Then he shifts in bed, searching for warmth. The blankets aren’t enough; he wants something better — softer, cozier. That’s when he feels arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer. It’s Shadow, still half-asleep, eyes closed. A rare sight — one you only get on rainy mornings, lazy Sundays that ask for no effort.
“Tch, go back to sleep. It’s early,” the hybrid mumbles, voice groggy, brows furrowed in his usual grumpiness. But when the other chuckles, those ruby eyes open, revealing something that doesn’t match his tone at all. There’s softness there. In those crimson eyes, even with dark circles and sleepiness, there’s peace.
“Yeah… I just wanna…” Sonic yawns again, still sleepy but not backing off. “…admire my boyfriend. Or am I not allowed anymore?” Even half-asleep, he grins — that lazy, teasing smile of his.
Shadow stays quiet, except for a low growl. Still, his cheeks are flushed, killing that tough-guy act right away. The blue one laughs under his breath, leaning in to leave a small kiss on Shadow’s forehead. Then he snuggles back into his boyfriend’s arms, smiling like a dork.
“Just saying…” Sonic pauses, playing with the fur on Shadow’s chest, twirling a tiny white tuft between his fingers. Then he sinks his hand into the fluffy patch, gently scratching it. The effect is instant — Shadow starts to purr. “It’s your turn to make coffee today.”
“I thought you weren’t allowed to drink coffee,” Shadow mutters, eyes closed, clearly enjoying the affection even if his face still looks like pure annoyance. Slowly, though, that expression softens. “Besides, you don’t even like my coffee. Why are you asking?”
“Not my fault your coffee’s so sweet, dude! I swear, I’d love it if you stopped serving diabetes for breakfast. Like— why so much sugar for someone who doesn’t even smile?” Sonic pokes his chest with a mock-accusing finger. “And you give me crap for drinking too much coffee, but you’re the one eating pure sugar at three a.m.!”
“At least I’m not picking fights on a Sunday morning!” Shadow glares at him, but he’s clearly too tired to argue. With an annoyed sigh, he grabs Sonic’s head and pulls him close until their foreheads touch. “Let’s just… sleep, yeah? We can fight later.”
“…Fine.”