Quickly places this tiny KyouYaha here. Have a good week, Kii! <3
When Kyoutani wakes, it's raining.
As the sound of water pattering against the roof rises like a crescendo, his room gets invitingly dimmer, as if it's taunting him to go back to sleep. The whiffs of humidity coming through the window he forgot to shut the night before makes him burrow deeper under the sheets, seeking whatever warmth he can preserve, because he sure as hell isn't planning to start the day half-frozen.
The chill still manages to creep onto his toes though. Kyoutani groans.
"It's way too early for you to start complaining."
With all the reluctance of a not-so-morning person, he cracks an eye open, and hazily catches sight of Yahaba. The bastard's leaning against their room door, grinning down at him.
Sensing an opportunity, Kyoutani flips one side of his blanket open. "Get in."
A huff of laughter. "For what? I've already showered and made breakfast. You should get up soon too."
His face scrunches up; fucking Yahaba and his 'early bird gets the worm' tendencies. He waves the blanket again. "Just get the fuck in and do your hot water bottle duties."
Kyoutani doesn't need to squint to know that probably both of Yahaba's eyebrows are raised, but there goes the sound of footsteps crossing the room, towards the bed, and an inner, more childish part of him pumps its fist. Small victories are still victories, in the short run.
The mattress dips under Yahaba's weight. "I'm your boyfriend, not your goddamn hot water bottle." He flicks Kyoutani's forehead to emphasise his point, but it's not all that hard and Kyoutani can tell he did it more out of fondness.
He grunts, and pulls Yahaba down so that Yahaba's face rests beside his. Just as expected, the other is blessedly warm; Kyoutani latches onto him and the heat quickly. "Sure. Thank you."
"Whatever."
He falls asleep again, to the brush of Yahaba's fingers, soothingly, against the back of his head.
busts in late
When Kyoutani wakes, it's raining.
As the sound of water pattering against the roof rises like a crescendo, his room gets invitingly dimmer, as if it's taunting him to go back to sleep. The whiffs of humidity coming through the window he forgot to shut the night before makes him burrow deeper under the sheets, seeking whatever warmth he can preserve, because he sure as hell isn't planning to start the day half-frozen.
The chill still manages to creep onto his toes though. Kyoutani groans.
"It's way too early for you to start complaining."
With all the reluctance of a not-so-morning person, he cracks an eye open, and hazily catches sight of Yahaba. The bastard's leaning against their room door, grinning down at him.
Sensing an opportunity, Kyoutani flips one side of his blanket open. "Get in."
A huff of laughter. "For what? I've already showered and made breakfast. You should get up soon too."
His face scrunches up; fucking Yahaba and his 'early bird gets the worm' tendencies. He waves the blanket again. "Just get the fuck in and do your hot water bottle duties."
Kyoutani doesn't need to squint to know that probably both of Yahaba's eyebrows are raised, but there goes the sound of footsteps crossing the room, towards the bed, and an inner, more childish part of him pumps its fist. Small victories are still victories, in the short run.
The mattress dips under Yahaba's weight. "I'm your boyfriend, not your goddamn hot water bottle." He flicks Kyoutani's forehead to emphasise his point, but it's not all that hard and Kyoutani can tell he did it more out of fondness.
He grunts, and pulls Yahaba down so that Yahaba's face rests beside his. Just as expected, the other is blessedly warm; Kyoutani latches onto him and the heat quickly. "Sure. Thank you."
"Whatever."
He falls asleep again, to the brush of Yahaba's fingers, soothingly, against the back of his head.