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He had told Suguru the night before to shut the windows of their apartment and draw the curtains. But Suguru had just blatantly refused in favour for the cool air at night. They got the cool air, but now the damn sun was dancing right in front of his eyes and was ruining his sleep first thing in the morning.
It hit his eyes sharply and he naturally tried to snuggle deeply into his Suguru’s shoulder, trying to salvage at least some sleep before having to face yet another day only to no avail. Frustrated, he gave up and instead surrendered to his fate. He just had to suffer at such a forsaken hour in the morning, didn't he?
No way he was going to suffer alone for Suguru’s ‘night time breeze’. If Suguru wanted to enjoy the breeze, then he should enjoy the sunlight too. They will enjoy it together.
Only to change his mind last minute.
Suguru had his back to the window, his face towards Satoru with his bangs falling onto his face. His usual jet-black hair had a golden glow to them as they shone in the sunlight. He was sleeping with one arm under Satoru’s head and the other sprawled over his chest.
He didn't know how long he stared at that face, taking in all the features and details and keeping them in his mind. How the lashes hid those favourite violet eyes of his. How the lips curled at the sounds of the birds outside. He reached out and tucked the bangs behind his ears, wanting to take a snapshot of the entire face and keep it stored in his memory.
He had never known Suguru looked so beautiful in the morning. How sunlight just painted Suguru’s features so beautifully.
Violet eyes finally decided to grace him with their vision. Suguru yawned (how could someone look so handsome even while yawning?) and then looked at him sleepy eyes full of love and a blissful smile from a good night’s sleep.
God how was he supposed to survive that?
"Good morning, Satoru."
He placed a small peck on those lips. "Good morning to you too."
"How are you already awake?"
He would have complained about his sleep getting ruined had he remembered. He was having a hard time to decide which language he speaks again? Which words would best describe the sight in front of him? So, he simply decided to stop thinking, not that he was able to, with the literal angel right in front of him.
"Just wanted to admire you."
Suguru huffed a laugh as he moved to bump Satoru’s forehead with his. "So, how did I look?"
There should be a manual. ‘How to describe the beauty of your husband in ten essays or more’. “So damn gorgeous."
Suguru laughed with twinkle in his eyes, the way he laughed when he was truly happy and in love. The laugh only Satoru could get from husband. Or their kids, his mind supplied. "Satoru, I didn’t know you are so cheesy in the morning."
"Only because you wake up before me."
"That is true. I admire you on those days too."
Satoru’s heart leapt in his chest, trying very hard to not show it on his face. He knew he was failing, from the way Suguru smirked, "You look really gorgeous too."
"Suguru you can’t say stuff like that to me."
"And you can? Now that’s not really fair, is it?"
Suguru laughed as Satoru pouted, his face a blushing mess. "Whatever."
And then as if Satoru had an epiphany, he exclaimed, "Oh yeah, you are making breakfast today!"
"Hey! It’s your turn."
"I don’t care; you make it or take out."
"Satoru."
"Nope. Your night breeze made me wake up. Can you imagine sunlight directly poking my eyes? It was horrible. So no, I am going to sleep in, you make breakfast."
Suguru looked at him, probably having great arguments about why Satoru should follow his turn. If he let Suguru speak, he will lose. So, he used his best strategy and placed a quick kiss on his lips before withdrawing and smiling bashfully, "Please.”
Suguru sighed as if surrendering to his fate, even though the smile betrayed him. "Fine."
"Love you!"
"Love you too idiot."
Maybe leaving the windows open wasn’t such a bad idea after all.