Tooru's asleep and honestly, Hajime should be pissed off about it. THey're spending time together for the first time in months, both back home during their university break, and Tooru falls asleep o him instead of staying up all night to talk, the way he's spent all of last week saying that they would.
If anything, Hajime is a little embarrassed at how much he'd been looking forward to it, but they'd put a movie on to watch while talking and with the dark room and the long trip home, Tooru's words had started slurring together with exhaustion before long and now they're here, wit hTooru's head resting on Hajime's shoulder as he breathes deep and even in his sleep.
Hajime sighs softly. Tooru deserves the rest and he knows it. He might not know the details, but there's no doubt that Tooru is pushing himself at university. He deserves to use this time off as an actual break.
Not that this does anything to help the way Hajime's heart races at the feeling of Tooru's breath against his neck, or their proximity, with their sides pressed up against each other all the way down to their knees.
It's tempting to just fall asleep here too, but Hajime know sit's not going to be good for either of them when they wake up stiff and sore tomorrow morning. With a sigh, he carefully shifts on the couch, making Tooru lean back for a moment. Tooru's head lolls to the side and Hajime immediately steadies it with his fingers on Tooru's jaw, feeling his own face burning at the touch, and at the intimacy of it.
He knows from experience that Tooru is heavy, from all the muscle he's developed playing volleyball. It's a slow, careful struggle to lift Tooru into his arms without waking him, then carry him upstairs to his bedroom. Tooru's head rests on Hajime's shoulder and he sighs in his sleep, relaxing in Hajime's arms. It makes Hajime's chest ache with a mix of longing and guilt. There's a lot that he would give to have this even while Tooru is awake, but he's never been brave enough to put it into words. He doesn't know how, or if he even should.
"Iwa-chan?" Tooru asks as he's put down on the bed, his voice thick with sleep.
"Yeah. I'm right here."
Tooru smiles, pulling Hajime into bed with him, his strength surprising Hajime into falling forward.
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Tooru's asleep and honestly, Hajime should be pissed off about it. THey're spending time together for the first time in months, both back home during their university break, and Tooru falls asleep o him instead of staying up all night to talk, the way he's spent all of last week saying that they would.
If anything, Hajime is a little embarrassed at how much he'd been looking forward to it, but they'd put a movie on to watch while talking and with the dark room and the long trip home, Tooru's words had started slurring together with exhaustion before long and now they're here, wit hTooru's head resting on Hajime's shoulder as he breathes deep and even in his sleep.
Hajime sighs softly. Tooru deserves the rest and he knows it. He might not know the details, but there's no doubt that Tooru is pushing himself at university. He deserves to use this time off as an actual break.
Not that this does anything to help the way Hajime's heart races at the feeling of Tooru's breath against his neck, or their proximity, with their sides pressed up against each other all the way down to their knees.
It's tempting to just fall asleep here too, but Hajime know sit's not going to be good for either of them when they wake up stiff and sore tomorrow morning. With a sigh, he carefully shifts on the couch, making Tooru lean back for a moment. Tooru's head lolls to the side and Hajime immediately steadies it with his fingers on Tooru's jaw, feeling his own face burning at the touch, and at the intimacy of it.
He knows from experience that Tooru is heavy, from all the muscle he's developed playing volleyball. It's a slow, careful struggle to lift Tooru into his arms without waking him, then carry him upstairs to his bedroom. Tooru's head rests on Hajime's shoulder and he sighs in his sleep, relaxing in Hajime's arms. It makes Hajime's chest ache with a mix of longing and guilt. There's a lot that he would give to have this even while Tooru is awake, but he's never been brave enough to put it into words. He doesn't know how, or if he even should.
"Iwa-chan?" Tooru asks as he's put down on the bed, his voice thick with sleep.
"Yeah. I'm right here."
Tooru smiles, pulling Hajime into bed with him, his strength surprising Hajime into falling forward.
"Good," Tooru declares, and falls back asleep.