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Suguru slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the daylight peeking in through the cracks where the curtain ended, as he blinked a few times and stretched his back, before rolling over onto his other side. He was surprised he was even offered the opportunity to sleep in in the first place - with so many curses going around, he was constantly being nagged about missions at five in the morning, he hadn't had the chance to revel in sleeping in during fall mornings.
Perhaps that was why Satoru wasn't there, though. Even after they had fallen asleep next to each other, wrapped around each other, there was never any guarantee of waking up next to each other. Never any guarantee of anything, really, and even as Suguru tried to get accustomed to that, there was something vaguely off-putting about waking up and not seeing Satoru.
He pushed himself up, brushing a hand through his hair as he lazily managed to find his footing on the ground. It wasn't a rocky ground, but the rush of blood had him reaching a hand back out to balance himself before walking towards the door. The feeling of the cold floor beneath his feet was enough to move him a little faster towards the kitchens, hands shoved into his pocket as he budged the door open with his shoulder, only to be met with the familiar smell of-
"Pancakes!"
Satoru had always been a night person. A night person who could somehow get through the day on minimal sleep, which meant he'd wake up at the ass-crack of dawn, but not get out of bed until noon. Suguru, most of the time, would wake up to see Satoru already watching him, a faint smile on his face, and he'd always be a little thrown off by it. In a good sense. Nothing about Satoru, including his excessive need for attention, specifically from Suguru, repulsed him. If anything it amused him, and, as Satoru took a couple steps forward to hand a plate to Suguru and brush a strand of hair behind his ear, he remembered that it probably always would.
"Good morning," said Satoru, his fingers lingering behind Suguru's ear. Suguru hummed in response as he grabbed a fork off the counter, stabbing the pancakes and taking a bite. "How are they?"
"Good," Suguru replied, nodding his head as he walked over to the table. He set the plate down, the clattering of the fork filling the silence of the room, and was just prepared to take a seat when he was cut off. A hand on his wrist stopped him in his tracks, and Suguru stared down at Satoru, who had a wide smirk on his face.
"How much coffee have you had?"
"Enough."
Naturally. He didn't necessarily have a reason - just dumped a bunch of sugar in a cup and downed it - but he did it, and it always left him exhilarated before crashing. Probably on Suguru's bed, tangled with sheets.
Why did he have to steal Suguru's chair though?
Suguru frowned at him, staying standing as he grabbed his fork and ate another piece of the pancakes, slowly finishing that bite.
There was no denying it, though. No matter how annoyed he acted around Satoru, Satoru worked his way right through those unnerving gazes, and straight into Suguru's arms. Something about the unyielding affection was enough to originally throw Suguru off, yet steady sufficiency reeled him in, and he had no reason to go back. So, even through his narrowed eyebrows, Satoru's grasp on his wrist tightened and pulled him down.
Suguru did all he could to not melt into his touch as he leaned back into Satoru, feeling arms wrap around his waist as he reached for his plate. He pressed his head to Satoru's, relishing the feeling of Satoru's skin against his for the first time in so long, unmoving despite everything else. A hand reached to his and snagged his fork, and Suguru yanked it back, doing his best to keep his arm against Satoru's.
"Hey! I made those, y'know."
Shrugging, Suguru took another bite.
"Who'd you make them for?"
When he turned his head to look at Satoru, Satoru was pouting, the sunlight falling around his hair.
"Exactly."
"Hey-"
Suguru snickered as Satoru reached for the fork again, and he just threw it to the side, letting it bounce on the floor, overwhelming Satoru's complaints. When he leaned back, Satoru reached for his plate, and grabbed the pancake with his whole hand, distorting it into ways a pancake should not be distorted.
He was about to reach for it back when Satoru shoved the entire thing into his mouth, blinking owlishly at Suguru.
They stared at each other for a second, before Suguru raised his fist to his mouth, trying to cover his laughter as Satoru did his best to chew the whole thing. Once he did finally manage, he smirked and pulled Suguru's fist down, tangling their fingers.
Suguru raised an eyebrow as Satoru swallowed, leaning forward, eyes scanning over Suguru's face. He admired the way the blue reflected that of the sky, the way they blended into each other and fell into place. Perhaps he missed these moments a little more than he thought, seeing Satoru right next to him, ignoring the promises of reckless missions that could mean anything but a next time. Perhaps the light of Satoru's eyes, a smile glowing right next to it, perhaps that was all everlasting in Suguru's mind.
Satoru pressed his lips to Suguru's cheek as he tried to dodge out of the way, his hands falling back to Suguru's side.
Suguru leaned back into the touch, raising a hand up to Satoru's neck, fingers combing through soft hair.
"Are you going anywhere today?" Suguru asked.
Satoru hummed and shook his head as Suguru put the plate back onto the table. "I'm gonna stay here."
When Suguru turned to look over at Satoru, his eyes were a little softer. "For how long?"
An unnecessary question. Because as specific as they could get was: Not long.
Yet Satoru shrugged and didn't say anything, insistent on acting like they had all the time in the world, which Suguru realized was okay.
"Hey," Suguru whispered, his other hand tracing over Satoru's face, thumb stopping at the corner of his lips, now quirked up in a smile.
"Hey," echoed Satoru.
"We'll stay, today."
Suguru would stay as long as he could, and he'd make sure to stick by Satoru's side as he did so, each and every time.
Satoru hummed, his nose brushing Suguru's. "I know."
I'll stay.