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Sunlight filtered through the partially-closed curtains and fell gracefully upon the carpet and linen sheets. On this lazy Sunday morning, Suguru mindlessly observed a few things surrounding her while she drifted between sleep and consciousness.
First, she cataloged the feeling of bed sheets strewn across her legs and torso. The bed is messy, she thought distantly. Suguru could hear the ice machine lightly shuttering from the kitchen, and the gentle breeze that caused the wind chimes to shift and sing out subtle melodies. She could faintly smell the lingering notes of burned incense, Patchouli, and…sandlewood?
Then, Suguru became aware of a continuous stream of hot breath puffing against the crease between her neck and shoulder. She felt familiar white spikes pressed against her collarbone and a comforting weight that rested upon her chest. She observed legs that were intertwined with another, more lithe pair that far surpassed hers in terms of length.
Suguru roused from her half-slumber as she felt a violent jerk from the body atop of her. She opened her weary eyes and gazed down at the face of the girl she loved so dearly.
Satoru’s eyebrows were pinched together, and her pink lips bore a slight frown which stood out from her usually cheerful demeanor. Another flinch from Satoru’s comatose body raised alarm in Suguru's mind. The white haired girl continued to twitch and let out the occasional groan, and suguru started to become worried.
Removing her hand from under the sheets, Suguru gently ran her manicured fingers through the ruffled mess of Satoru’s hair. Almost instantly, Satoru pushed up into the hand caressing her scalp, and the furrow in her eyebrows deepened. Suguru wondered what was going on in her love’s rambunctious mind.
“Satoru…are you awake?” Suguru inquired. Silence followed, but Suguru could tell the girl understood her words to some extent. A low groan fell from Satoru’s lips, and she tightened her grip around Suguru’s torso. “Thats not an answer, silly. Is something the matter?” Suguru attempted to keep her voice low, unaware of how sensitive Satoru’s ears were this morning.
Satoru shifted again, this time blinking open a single eye and glaring up at Suguru with the same pained expression.
“M’ head hurts…” Satoru responded in a muffled voice. Suguru frowned at that. It wasn’t uncommon for satoru to suffer from migraines. Due to the constant influx of information from the Six Eyes, Satoru’s senses would easily become overwhelmed. However, Suguru was confused as to why Satoru would have a headache this early in the day.
Suguru continued to thread her fingers through the white head of hair as she mulled over a response. “This early? Do you want meds, or um…your eye mask or something?”
Satoru shifted, fully lifting her head up to look Suguru in the eyes. Satoru shook her head back and forth before whispering to Suguru, “Mission. Just wanna stay close to you.” Then she hastily dropped her head back into Suguru’s neck.
Tsk. That accounts for her headache. Suguru thought in mild irritation. Ever since their high school graduation, the higher ups had continued assigning frequent missions to Satoru that took up massive amounts of cursed energy, as well as what little time Satoru had while in training to become a teacher.
Satoru had returned from a mission late the previous night, hair ruffled and sweat covering her body. Suguru remembers so clearly the distinct look of exhaustion that took over her love’s face after yet another dreadful mission.
Suguru remembered the way Satoru quietly walked from the genkan to the chair Suguru was sitting in and promptly fell to her knees in front of Suguru, resting her head on Suguru’s plush thighs. As Suguru removed Satoru’s blindfold, Satoru had winced in pain as the overhead light reached her sensitive eyes. Suguru had quietly hushed her with a gentle hand covering Satoru’s eyes, and suggested they go to sleep.
Satoru had agreed, although reluctantly, and sat back on her heels to allow Suguru to move. Suguru stood from the chair and reached her hand down to where Satoru sat on the carpet. Satoru stood to meet Suguru as she gently grasped her hand and led her to their bedroom.
Satoru had hastily removed her pants and exchanged her uniform for a worn out t-shirt before flopping down into their bed. Suguru stood and watched the slow rising of her chest from the bathroom doorway. Satoru made a pinched face and shuffled closer to grasp Suguru’s pillow between her lanky arms.
Suguru had let out a sigh in false irritation, and turned to continue her nightly routine.
After finishing up, she glanced back towards the bed and saw that Satoru was fast asleep, and stubbornly hogging the covers. Suguru joined in bed and kept her eyes trained on Satoru with slight apprehension, but eventually felt her eyelids become heavy before everything went black.
It was not a surprise to Suguru that the previous day had caused such fatigue for Satoru, but she still wished she could do more for her love.
As Suguru reminisced on last night, she felt Satoru let out an irritated puff of breath against her neck. “Too bright. Hurts.” She grumbled. Suguru gently shushed her, before using a simple flick of her wrist to summon a low grade cured spirit which hobbled off the bed to close the curtains. Once the room was pleasantly darkened, the curse vanished.
Suguru slowly shifted their bodies until they were on their sides, Satoru’s chest against hers and her face still tucked into Suguru’s neck. Suguru brought her arm up to wrap around Satoru’s waist and lightly grazed her fingers against the base of Satoru’s spine.
Satoru hummed pleasantly and pushed herself impossibly closer to Suguru’s warm body.
As Suguru pondered on several matters she’d have to deal with regarding lesson planning, she continued to give Satoru small and comforting touches, each that Satoru seemed all too glad to be receiving even in her dreary state.
As they lay there, basking in the early morning warmth, Suguru felt strong emotions bubble up in her chest while continuing to dote on Satoru. While she scanned her eyes across the other’s toned back, she felt a mix of admiration and unbridled desire. Scratching through Satoru’s thick head of hair she felt joy and amusement. And finally, while glancing down at Satoru’s delicate fluttering eyelids, Suguru felt overwhelmed with unconditional love for the woman in front of her.