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Fukase was a person of pride and style, taking time to style themself every morning, even if they always woke up far too late. Len, on the other hand.. was more of a get-up-and-go, no matter how early he woke.
A rather unlikely duo, most would agree.
Infact, they even hated eachother at first. But that hatred developed into a rivalry, which bloomed into an odd sort of what could only be friendship.
They visited eachothers houses alot, a habit that started when they needed to study. It just.. stuck. Now they hang around eachother all the time. Practically glued at the hip, but will still claim to hate one another.
One night, Fukase was staying for a sleepover at Len's house. They had planned to stay up all night, but conked out on the couch at about 3am, give or take. It's hard to stay up late when you've had so much excitement in your day.
The morning came and Len rose from his slightly uncomfortable sleeping position on the couch, spunky and feeling fresh as if he hadn't stayed up being reckless with Fukase. Speaking of Fukase, where are they?? Len looked beside him on the couch, but Fukase wasn't there. He looked left, right, up, d- there they are!
Len giggled to himself quietly. Fukase, the absolute nitwit, must've fallen off the couch in the night. That, or Len kicked them. The chances were pretty even.
Len wanted to wake Fukase up. He stared down at their sleeping face curiously, like a dog wanting attention but trying to be subtle about it. He knew Fukase hated early mornings, but he was getting awfully bored.
...
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
"guh.. huh? Lennn....stopp..."
A drowsy, half asleep Fukase complained. The continuous poking had woken them up.
"Fukase! Fukase! It's morning. Poke. Poke. Po-"
"Will you stop that-!"
"Heh..sorry"
"You should be.."
Fukase bleated, a little quieter.
Len blinked twice a little in surprise, then his innocent curious face curled into a mischevious smirk. He hadn't ever seen Fukase so grumpy. Infact, it was usually Len who was easily provoked. He decided it would be a great idea to mess with Fukase.
He poked poor Fukase, who was just trying to get their beauty sleep,about 2763 times, which Fukase could only pretend to ignore for so long.
"Len. Go back to sleeeeeep!"
Fukase whined grumpily
"I don't see why you feel the need to keep poking me. Is it because I feel good?"
The last part of Fukase's exasperated sentence was added on dryly, as if they were trying to be humorous but were just too tired and bothered.
Len giggled some more. He'd never seen Fukase so grumpy!
"But Fukase, it's 8 in the morning! Time to get up! Up up up!"
"Make me pancakes and I'll consider it."
"You want to be bribed out of sleeping all day with pancakes?"
"I mean yeah."
"Fatty."
"HEY."