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The sun shone through the giant glass windows in the room, its rays tickling the faces of the two people under the covers. It was really warm and cozy, even though it was the middle of winter. January, to be exact. Tobio stirred awake in the bed, his drowsy eyes flickering open before he looked down to see Shoyo cuddled to him. They complemented each other. Tobio´s body was always cold, and Shoyo´s was always hot. That´s why they always cuddled during the night. Shoyoś head was comfortably on Tobio´s chest. Fingers laced through the bright hair. The younger man would argue anytime that Shoyo was brighter than the sun. It took him too long to accept love for him to not argue over Hinata for the rest of his life.
Tobio pushed Shoyo closer, breathing in Shoyo´s shampoo. He could never identify the smell. Mostly because he was terrible with guessing smells, and Shoyo switched too often for it to be identifiable.
“I love Sundays...“ He murmured into his husband's hair, his voice barely a whisper. He did not want to wake him up. Tobio pushed his hand around the face he loved too much. Strands of orange are stumbling away from Shoyo´s forehead. It literally begged Tobio for a kiss, and so he decided to give in. His lips pressed against the soft skin of the man under him, but it wasn't Shoyo´s forehead. Rather, he was kissing his hand. Not that he minded. He would kiss him anywhere anyway.
The sunshine´s hand moved away from his face. His expression made Tobio melt. The perfect little smirk spread on Shoyo´s face. In an instant, the older man attacked the raven-haired with affectionate kisses. Tobio laughed. The sound was so rare when it came from him. Shoyo was the sunny, always smiling one in their relationship, but even Kageyama couldn´t hold back a genuine laugh, especially not when he was barraged with ticklish kisses that made his stomach flutter.
“Stop it, dumbass! You will kill me. “
“Never!“ Shoyo´s smile widened into something devilish as he continued to kiss Tobio anywhere he could, and in retaliation, Tobio grabbed him and simply put him under himself, and Shoyo decided the best way to get away from under his husband is whining, “Let me go!!!“
“Hmm, what will that get me though?“
“Don't be stupid, idiot, and let me go!!“ he screamed, but his voice didn't carry anything but whiny affection.
The small ginger pushed Tobio back into laying position. He is a professional athlete. It would be a disgrace if he weren't strong. Tobio didn't fight it and decided that if surrendering meant lying next to his husband on a lazy Sunday morning, then it would be the one time he would let himself lose. It took them at least an hour before they managed to get out of the warm comfort of each other's embrace.
“Pass me the toothpaste, dumbass!“ Tobio screamed at Shoyo in the bathroom
“Can´t you wait?! I am putting it on my toothbrush first!!“ and he did, but he decided to be a good husband today and put some on Tobioś too before shoving the toothbrush into his mouth.
“ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME, DUMBASS?!” He screamed.
“Can I not brush my teeth in peace?!?!”
They kept kicking each other under the sink while they brushed their teeth before making their way to the kitchen. Considering that they were both successful athletes, the kitchen was really big. Almost shocking for the fact that their apartment is located in Tokyo near a train station. The room had floor-to-ceiling windows, and the kitchen cabinets themselves were this really pretty blue, which was Shoyo’s idea.
“What would you like for breakfast?” The ginger finally asked, slowly walking to the kitchen. He passed the living room with way too many matches below the TV.
“What were you thinking?” Tobio said, walking behind lazily.
“Tamagoyaki?“ The shorter man asked as he stepped to the counter and took out a stainless steel pan.
“Sure, that´s fine with me.“ Tobio answered as he walked behind Shoyo to warm himself up. He was always cold in the morning when the ginger wasn't in his arms.
Shoyo put butter in the pan just so it doesn't stick while he mixed the egg and sugar in a bowl next to the pan. Then he slowly poured it into the pan. It was terribly hard to move with Kageyama latching onto him. “Can you pass me the seaweed?“ Tobio just groaned because passing Shoyo something meant leaving the comforting warmth of his husband, but he complied anyway, and Hinata put it onto the omelette. Then Shoyo could finally roll it up and put it on a plate. He repeated it one more time before they went to sit down on the couch in their living room. The world championships are coming upp and so they decided to watch some matches. It was quiet other than the hum of the TV before Tobio whispered... “Sundays really are the best. “