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Shuichi wakes up slowly, surprised to see his bedroom still dark. He glances over at the clock on his nightstand… Oh, fun, it’s two in the morning. That’s why it’s dark. He rolls back over, intending to go back to sleep, when he sees that the other side of his bed is empty. Kokichi is really working this late? Damn it.
He sits up, swinging his feet off of the bed and feeling his joints pop. He is barely thirty, that is not fair. Shuichi exits the bedroom and tiredly walks over to his husband’s studio. Sure enough, the light is on. He opens the door and leans against the doorframe.
“Kokichi.”
“Shuichi! Good morning!”
“It’s two a.m.”
“Exactly! A.M.! Meaning morning!”
“I- no. Come to bed, honey.”
“But Iruma-chan needs this dress by Saturday!”
“It’s still only Wednesday. Err- Thursday, technically.”
“Exactlyy~!”
Kokichi is on the floor of the guest bedroom, which has now been converted into a workspace for the up-and-coming designer. There’s fabric scraps around all around him, and a few pieces loosely pinned to one of his mannequins.
Shuichi remembers his husband showing him the design two days ago. It’ll be gorgeous, he knows it. But…
“You’ll mess up your cuts if you don’t get sleep.”
“I would never!”
Shuichi glances down for a moment, “You just did.”
“Huh- oh, fuck.”
Kokichi sets down his scissors with a huff, reaching to grab his roll of fabric. Shuichi walks over quickly to take the obnoxious checkerboard-patterned scissors out of his lover’s reach.
“Sleep.”
He whines, “Okay, okay! Ugh! Only because you are so annoying!”
“Uh huh.”
He offers his hand to help Kokichi stand, but he just playfully smacks it away.
“I am independent! Shoo!”
Shuichi just sighs, letting Kokichi get up. He intends to lead his husband back to their room, but…
“Shumai!”
“Yes?”
“I’m hungry!”
“What happened to your independence?”
“That was like, forever ago!”
“Would you like leftovers from dinner, then?”
“Only if you reheat them! I am but a damsel in distress!”
“Okay.”
Shuichi has always been able to find Kokichi’s antics endearing, even more so since they got married. His friends in high school — and now — thought he was a bit crazy… but he’s playful and cute, and what more could a guy want? So of course he’ll warm up their gyūdon from earlier at this ungodly hour in the morning!
Shuichi heads over to their kitchen as Kokichi tries to organize his fabrics. He takes out the tupperware from their fridge, setting it aside as he gets a pan and puts it over medium-high heat. He lets it heat up, then pours in contents of the tupperware in, along with a dash of water.
Kokichi emerges from his studio, clearly tired. He wraps his arms around Shuichi’s torso from behind, burying his head into the small of his back since he’s not quite tall enough to put his head on his shoulder.
“You’re the best,” Kokichi murmurs. It’s sweet. He rarely admits stuff like that, though it becomes more common the longer that they’re together.
Shuichi stirs the food, not responding to the soft compliment. Kokichi prefers quiet acceptance. It doesn’t bring attention to his sentimentality.
A couple minutes go by like that, and then Shuichi turns the stovetop off with a click. He empties the pan into a bowl and turns around.
“For you, my love.”
“Sap. Thanks.”
Kokichi smiles, taking the bowl. He scampers over to the barstools in front of the kitchen island. Shuichi quietly passes him a fork, then gets to cleaning the pan. It doesn’t take long, so he’s able to sit down with his lover when he’s about halfway through eating. He props his head up on his hand, opening his mouth to ask for a bite. Kokichi flicks his forehead, but lifts the fork to Shuichi’s lips anyway.
Once he finishes eating, he just puts the bowl in the sink and runs it under water. Cleanup can be done tomorrow. It’s two thirty now.
Kokichi runs off to their bedroom first. Shuichi follows. He always does, and always will. Wherever he goes.
When he walks in the doorway, Kokichi is already under the blankets. He lifts them and opens his arms. Shuichi obeys, happily finding his spot next to his husband.
“Goodnight, honey.”
“Nighty night, Shumai!”
It doesn’t take long for either of them to fall into slumber, possibly due to the late hour, and possibly due to comfort.