It was the quiet mornings that he liked the most. The days that they both had neither class nor work, waking up at a later time than eight am and having a chance to snuggle and sleep in. For a long time Asahi had been the big spoon, thinking it natural for him since he was much larger than Suga. Luckily, Suga had realized the gentle giant was the one who needed warmth at his back, to feel safe and loved.
This also helped the fact that Suga liked to be the last one awake. Even since their days in high school, Suga was the last to rise before morning practice at training camp. In their apartment off campus it also worked for them, seeing as Asahi liked to cook them both breakfast. Maybe not anything too gourmet, but definitely edible and not burnt. (Like when Suga tried making pancakes once and somehow burned through the pan. It resulted in quite a bill for a new stovetop. And pan.)
On this morning in particular, Suga's nose twitched as he awoke, the scent of cinnamon and bacon wafting in from the kitchenette. His boyfriend must have been up for a while, because not a moment later he walked in with a tray of food with two plates and glasses of milk. Asahi smiled and sat on the bed, setting the tray beside his hip and reached out to push bangs from Suga's eyes. "It's already 11:30, you know."
Glancing at the clock atop the endtable, Suga groaned. "That early? You should have let me sleep another hour at least." A deep chuckle came from above him. "Alright, alright. I'm awake. Ish." He sat up and brushed the gunk from his eyes, yawning with a stretch of his arms above his head. When he looked back down, Asahi was moving to a more comfortable position and nudging him over so they could both sit up against the headboard. "Are these... apple cinnamon?" Suga's eyes widened with glee, much more awake.
Asahi smiled with a scratch at the back of his neck. "Yeah. I hope they turned out okay? I haven't tried it before, so they might be weird-"
"Shhh." Suga put a hand over the taller's mouth and quickly reached forward, grabbed a fork and dug right in. As he chewed on it he made a pleasant;y surprised noise. "They're so good! You are now required to make these every week, I hope you know." Another bite, and he finally took his hand from Asahi's mouth.
"Are you sure?" Suga nodded, mouth much too full to respond verbally. "Thank goodness." Satisfied with the answer, Asahi started on his own plate.
When they finished, Suga slumped against the headboard and drank the rest of his milk, set his glass down and rested his head on the taller's shoulder. "Thank you, Asahi. That was delicious. I really liked the cinnamon in there."
The brunet smiled, ruffling a bit of Suga's hair. "Glad you enjoyed." After a moment of silence, he turned to try and look down at his boyfriend's face. "Don't go falling asleep though. You know the rules. You have to do the dishes." A loud fake snore came from him, and Asahi chuckled. "You're not fooling anyone. Get up."
Suga made an annoyed whining noise, but they both knew he was just playing around. If he didn't do the dishes, who would make him those amazing pancakes again? Plus, he liked flicking soap suds at Asahi because he'd bet the gentle giant couldn't stop himself from helping when those puppy eyes asked him.
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This also helped the fact that Suga liked to be the last one awake. Even since their days in high school, Suga was the last to rise before morning practice at training camp. In their apartment off campus it also worked for them, seeing as Asahi liked to cook them both breakfast. Maybe not anything too gourmet, but definitely edible and not burnt. (Like when Suga tried making pancakes once and somehow burned through the pan. It resulted in quite a bill for a new stovetop. And pan.)
On this morning in particular, Suga's nose twitched as he awoke, the scent of cinnamon and bacon wafting in from the kitchenette. His boyfriend must have been up for a while, because not a moment later he walked in with a tray of food with two plates and glasses of milk. Asahi smiled and sat on the bed, setting the tray beside his hip and reached out to push bangs from Suga's eyes. "It's already 11:30, you know."
Glancing at the clock atop the endtable, Suga groaned. "That early? You should have let me sleep another hour at least." A deep chuckle came from above him. "Alright, alright. I'm awake. Ish." He sat up and brushed the gunk from his eyes, yawning with a stretch of his arms above his head. When he looked back down, Asahi was moving to a more comfortable position and nudging him over so they could both sit up against the headboard. "Are these... apple cinnamon?" Suga's eyes widened with glee, much more awake.
Asahi smiled with a scratch at the back of his neck. "Yeah. I hope they turned out okay? I haven't tried it before, so they might be weird-"
"Shhh." Suga put a hand over the taller's mouth and quickly reached forward, grabbed a fork and dug right in. As he chewed on it he made a pleasant;y surprised noise. "They're so good! You are now required to make these every week, I hope you know." Another bite, and he finally took his hand from Asahi's mouth.
"Are you sure?" Suga nodded, mouth much too full to respond verbally. "Thank goodness." Satisfied with the answer, Asahi started on his own plate.
When they finished, Suga slumped against the headboard and drank the rest of his milk, set his glass down and rested his head on the taller's shoulder. "Thank you, Asahi. That was delicious. I really liked the cinnamon in there."
The brunet smiled, ruffling a bit of Suga's hair. "Glad you enjoyed." After a moment of silence, he turned to try and look down at his boyfriend's face. "Don't go falling asleep though. You know the rules. You have to do the dishes." A loud fake snore came from him, and Asahi chuckled. "You're not fooling anyone. Get up."
Suga made an annoyed whining noise, but they both knew he was just playing around. If he didn't do the dishes, who would make him those amazing pancakes again? Plus, he liked flicking soap suds at Asahi because he'd bet the gentle giant couldn't stop himself from helping when those puppy eyes asked him.
And that's exactly what happened.