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Morning light slipped through the windows, gently brushing Sakura awake from his sweet dreamland. His hand instinctively reached for the warmth that should have been there beside him, only to open his eyes and find that the other side of the bed was already vacant.
Sakura heaved a sigh.
“Sakae, you in the kitchen? I thought you said you don’t have work today.”
No answer. Nothing except for the chaotic rustles that seemed to have come from his living room.
Sakura grumbled under his breath. He gingerly stretched and yawned loudly before resigning himself to become a morning person on his day off. Sadly, though, his aching lower back muscles seemed not to agree with his decision at all. Sakura gritted his teeth and winced, only then regretting their rigorous sex the night before.
“Sakae—”
“Shit, shit, shit!”
Momijikawa halted his feet just before he could collide face-first into his sleepy boyfriend. His expression looked pretty panicked—and though it was cute, Sakura had learned enough social cues to know that it wasn’t the appropriate time to point out that fact.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t find my belt!”
“What belt?”
“My karate belt! The black one!”
Sakura rubbed his eyes before giving his restless boyfriend a once-over. He immediately registered the white karate-gi that Momijikawa was wearing.
“You’ve got a competition today?”
“The regional qualification tournament—yes. I’ve got to catch the bus within the next hour if I don’t wanna be late. Fuck, sensei is so gonna kill me!”
Sakura’s jaw dropped. The realization hit him like a truck. “You gotta be kidding! You’re telling me that you’ve got a big tournament coming up this afternoon?! Right after we fucked like stupid dogs in heat last night?!”
Momijikawa groaned. “Not now, Haru! I gotta find my belt!”
“Are you insane? Can you even move at all?”
“Find. My. Belt.”
The stern tone made Sakura roll his eyes, but he decided to comply just for the sake of placating his boyfriend’s mood. He fleetingly thought that his teenage self would be proud seeing how mature he had grown up to—conceding on his partner’s moody morning had to be one of the hardest parts of adulting.
“Aha! There it is! The bastard!”
Momijikawa emerged his head out of the coffee table with a triumphant fist. Sakura tried to fight a smile, but it’s proven to be impossible when Momijikawa looked at him with that stupidly adorable grin.
“All set to go? Did you eat breakfast yet?”
“Mhm!”
His boyfriend suddenly froze, hands pausing on the belt as he stared Sakura with a weirdly conflicted gaze.
“Um… S-So, I don’t wanna pressure you. I mean, in case you’ve already got other plans today. But, like, if you later have time, could you…”
“You bet I’ll be the loudest guy in the audience.” Sakura grinned. “‘Sides, if you’re competing, then Suo is competing too. Kill two birds with one stone—that’s what they say.”
Momijikawa didn’t seem to like the joke. His expression faltered. “Yeah, of course. Suo’s gonna be there, so…yeah. I mean, he’s your friend. Your best-friend. Of course you’d want to support him.”
“Hey.” Sakura’s grin fell, replaced by a frown as he tugged his sulking boyfriend towards him. “I don’t care a bit about Suo. I mean, I do care. But not like that. I want you to ace this tournament, okay? Suo Hayato can go suck my ass for I all care.”
That put a small smile on Momijikawa’s twitching lips. “So, I guess I only get suck your dick, huh?”
A happy grin once again stretched Sakura’s face as he laughed along.
“But seriously,” Sakura said, mouth pressing against Momijikawa’s and tasting leftover fried chicken on his boyfriend’s tongue. “I really, really wanna see you come out as a winner this time.”
Momijikawa moaned a little against Sakura’s mouth, arms circling Sakura’s waist to pull him closer.
“Mm, do I get a prize though?”
“A gold medal not enough for ya?” Sakura murmured, “How about a blowjob?”
“Really? That’s cheap.”
Sakura laughed and nibbled on Momijikawa’s lips, sucking off that fake pout. “Okay, uh, you can eat my ass for dessert?”
“That sounds more convincing.”
“After that, I’ll bend you and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to compete in another tournament again for the rest of the month.”
“Fuck.” Momijikawa’s gaze flashed with desire. “Since when you could talk like that?”
“I’m a quick learner, ya see.” Sakura smirked. “Though Tsubaki helped a lot with that. I gotta give her some credit.”
“I miss the time when you used to blush a lot every time we fooled around on your old bed.”
“Shut up,” Sakura muttered. His cheeks reddened slightly against his will.
Momijikawa would love to savor the scene of his adorably blushing boyfriend, but then he took one glance at the clock and quickly untangled himself from the embrace.
“Shit, shit! I’m gonna be late!” He threw Sakura a dirty look as he hopped on one foot trying to fit into his sock. “Is this your plan all along, huh? To distract me so your little friend can win the competition?”
“Look, I would’ve sided with you, but we both know Suo actually excels in this one field. That guy been kissin’ dōjō tatami floors since he was five.”
“Don’t remind me,” Momijikawa grumbled under his breath.
Sakura, for once, looked amused. His eyes twinkled with childish gleam. “Do you get jealous when I talk about him?”
“Not now, Haru!”
“But do you?”
Momijikawa chose not to grace him with a coherent answer. Instead, he leaned for a quick good luck kiss before running off to the front door with his bag.
“It’s twelve o’clock! Don’t forget!”
Sakura smiled. “Cross my heart!”
He waited until Momijikawa was fully out of sight before reaching for his phone and pulling up his favorite group chat.
🌸: @nirei Better be ready to comfort your bf’s wounded ego. Sakae is in his top form today.
📒: Umm… You do know Hayato-san can read our convo, right?
🌸: I don’t care.
🍵: I miss the time when our sweet Sakura-kun was still single as pringle and didn’t gloat about his boyfriend practically every day.
📒: Hayato-san, you are a hypocrite.