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Last night was rough. Not in a sense that you didn't enjoy it, no, you wish it would just keep repeating every day, infact. Karaoke, YouTube, dancing, wearing matching pajamas the whole time, it was all the funniest thing you've ever done. Now, you're the first awake and you get to enjoy the afterglow.
My eyes don't open at first whenever I wake up. The sun, shines through the blinds, persistent despite the barrier. Akaashi probably likes it this way, so who am I to judge? It creates a soft, yellowish glow onto the white bedsheets and the quilt that had been stolen from me by the two men. Good. I don't really wanna see Bokutos butt, I don't feel like getting jealous today.
Akaashi has his head laid atop your chest, cheek smooshed into the soft fabric of your top. Every now and then you see his eyes twitch. He isn't asleep. He just wants to keep his face all up in your business. Can you really blame him? Isn't it always nice to rely on someone? Soft snores emit from the boy clinging onto the formers waist, his head smooshed into the back of Akaashis shirt. Honestly, it's a wonder how he can breathe.
The soft rise and fall of everyones stomach, the shifting of bedsheets, the sun, every little aspect makes you wish this moment would never end.