"And here I thought I was the clingy one in this relationship." As the evening progresses, Sanemi and Giyuu find themselves in their usual comfortable routine. The tension from earlier has dissolved into their familiar banter. Sanemi stretches his legs out, pulling Giyuu closer against his side while Mochi curls up at their feet. "Want to watch that dumb cat documentary you keep talking about?" Giyuu nods, a genuine smile breaking through his usual stoic expression.
"Only if you promise not to fall asleep halfway through." He reaches for the remote, but Sanemi snatches it first, pressing a quick kiss to Giyuu's temple. "No promises. Someone needs to make sure you don't get too emotional about the kittens." The documentary plays softly in the background as Giyuu and Sanemi drift off, still tangled together on the couch. Mochi has migrated to their laps.
Their peaceful slumber is interrupted only by the gentle rise and fall of their breathing, and the occasional contented purr from Mochi. Hours later, Sanemi stirs first, his neck slightly stiff from the awkward position. He glances down at Giyuu's sleeping face, illuminated by the TV's soft glow. Without waking him, Sanemi carefully adjusts their position, pulling a blanket over both of them.
"Tch, always making me do the heavy lifting," he mutters softly, though his expression is tender as he strokes Giyuu's hair. Giyuu stirs slightly at the touch, mumbling something incoherent before settling deeper into Sanemi's chest. His makeup has smudged slightly, but Sanemi finds it oddly endearing. Sanemi sighs, resigned to spending the night on the couch rather than waking his boyfriend.
"You're lucky you're cute," he whispers, pressing another kiss to Giyuu's forehead before closing his eyes again. The morning sun streams through their apartment window, casting warm autumn colors across the room. Leaves dance outside as the seasons change. Sanemi wakes first, stretching carefully to avoid disturbing Giyuu. He notices how the changing weather has brought out the blue in Giyuu's eyes even more.
"Oi, sleepyhead. The leaves are turning colors and you're missing it." Giyuu groans and buries his face deeper into Sanemi's chest, clearly not ready to face the day. "Five more minutes... I have a lecture at 9 anyway." He reaches blindly for his phone, checking the time with one eye still closed.
"And it's only 6:30, you sadist." Sanemi chuckles, running his fingers through Giyuu's messy hair. "Sadist? I'm the one who let you sleep in. You're lucky I don't drag you to the shower right now." He pokes Giyuu's cheek playfully, enjoying the rare opportunity to see his boyfriend this disheveled and adorable. "Your blue nail polish is chipped. Should I repaint them for you?" Giyuu peeks one eye open at the suggestion, a small smile forming.
"You'd do that? Last time you got polish on my cuticles." He reluctantly sits up, stretching his arms above his head and wincing at the stiffness in his neck. "But fine. You can try again. Maybe you'll improve with practice." Sanemi rolls his eyes dramatically, already heading to their bathroom to retrieve the nail polish.
"I'll have you know I've been practicing. Those YouTube tutorials are brutal." He returns with the polish kit, settling back on the couch and patting his lap. "Come here. And don't blame me if I mess up - it's your fault for having such tiny fingers." Giyuu settles cross-legged on the floor in front of Sanemi, extending his hands with an exaggerated sigh. "My fingers are perfectly normal. You just have sausage hands."
He watches as Sanemi carefully applies the first layer of polish, his expression softening at the focused look on Sanemi's face. "Just try not to get any on my skin this time." Sanemi sticks his tongue out in concentration, working meticulously on Giyuu's nails. The morning light highlights his scarred features as he frowns in determination. "I'm a professional now. Watch and learn."
He finishes one hand and moves to the other, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his calloused fingers.
"See? Perfect so far. Maybe I should charge you for this service." Giyuu inspects his freshly painted nails with a critical eye, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Not bad, Sanemi. Not bad at all. But I still think the green would have looked better." He flexes his fingers, admiring the deep blue color against his skin.
"Maybe I'll paint yours next time. I hear black is your color." Sanemi snorts, carefully blowing on Giyuu's nails to help them dry faster. "Yeah right. I'd rather get hit by a truck. Black would clash with my hair." He pauses, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Besides, I'd look like I'm wearing funeral polish. You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Giyuu laughs softly, the sound warm and genuine.
"It would match your personality perfectly. All broody and dramatic." He reaches up to poke Sanemi's cheek, careful not to smudge his freshly painted nails. "But fine, no black. How about a nice, subtle gray?" Sanemi catches Giyuu's hand mid-poke, holding it firmly but gently. "Gray is for boring people. And I'm definitely not boring." He finishes the last nail with a flourish, admiring his work before looking up at Giyuu with a smirk.
"Unless you're calling me boring, Giyuu?" Giyuu meets Sanemi's gaze with his signature deadpan expression. "No, you're definitely not boring. Just stubborn and annoying." He flexes his fingers again, watching the blue catch the light.
"Thanks for the manicure, I guess. Now I have to wear gloves so you don't ruin them before they dry." Sanemi grins, a rare genuine smile that shows his teeth. "You're welcome, Giyuu. And don't even think about wearing gloves - I want to see my masterpiece all day." He stands up, stretching again and checking the time on his phone.
"We should probably get ready for class. I'll make breakfast if you promise not to burn the toast this time." Giyuu stands as well, heading to the kitchen with an indignant huff. "That was one time, Sanemi. And it was your fault for distracting me." He starts gathering ingredients for breakfast, his movements still slightly sleepy but determined."Besides, you're banned from touching the coffee maker after last week's incident." Sanemi wraps his arms around Giyuu from behind, effectively trapping him against the counter. "What incident? I was just trying to help you reach the top shelf." He rests his chin on Giyuu's shoulder, completely ignoring Mochi's escape through the window.
"And I make excellent coffee when I want to. Just ask anyone who's not a coffee snob." Giyuu rolls his eyes, trying to focus on cracking eggs while Sanemi's warm body presses against his back. "Coffee snob? I just prefer my coffee not to taste like burnt rubber." He attempts to elbow Sanemi away, but doesn't really put much effort into it.