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Sakuya jolts awake. What time is it? It’s the last day of Spring Troupe’s current show run, so he really needs to get up and get ready, especially if it’s as late as he thinks it is.
(Why is his head pounding?)
Something—or some one— pulls him back under the covers. “Nope, not getting up yet,” Tsuzuru mumbles. (Wait, why is Tsuzuru here when they have a show? He fusses over getting there ahead of his call time as much as Sakuya does. Plus, he never stays over during a run.) “Back to sleep.”
“Tsuzuru, we can’t, we still have…”
The pieces settle into place in Sakuya’s mind. Let’s correct that earlier statement: yesterday was the last day of their run, and between Citron staying over in room 103 and Sakuya having a bit too much to drink after they all struck the set, Tsuzuru opted to crash in 101 for the night to keep him company.
Tsuzuru really is too good for him.
Sakuya settles back down; the days where Tsuzuru actually wants to sleep in are pretty rare, and Sakuya’s going to make the most of this one.
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The days after a run ends are always weird. The adrenaline from show nights finally dies down, and half the company seems to wander the dorms in a daze, like they’re not really sure what to do with themselves when they’re not acting. Or they’re like Sakuya, listlessly eating his post-run omurice and wincing every time someone turns the light on.
“Are you sure you’re not hungover?” Tsuzuru asks, gently placing a bottle of aspirin next to Sakuya’s plate.
Sakuya shakes his head. “I really don’t think I drank that much!” he protests. He’s not hungover, he just has a headache. And maybe he’s a little dizzy. And maybe he kind of wants to sit in the dark for a while.
Okay, actually, he’s probably hungover.
Tsuzuru laughs, not mean-spirited at all. “I mean, you were pretty tipsy. You kept telling everyone how much you love me.”
He did? Sakuya doesn’t remember that part at all; he remembers thinking about the show, and saying something about kinda feeling empty when a show ends, and that being when Tsuzuru offered to stay in his room for the night.
Again, Tsuzuru’s too good for him. (And thank whatever gods might be out there that he confessed to Tsuzuru before getting drunk and telling him he loves him. That would have been embarrassing…)
Sakuya shakes out an aspirin and swallows it. “…Maybe I’m a little hungover.”
“I guess you’re not up for a date, then?” Tsuzuru asks before taking a bite of his own omurice.
Sakuya almost tells him don’t worry, I’m fine, let’s go on a date, before Itaru walks in and turns on the kitchen light, prompting Sakuya to cover his eyes entirely until Tsuzuru flips it back off. (Ow.) Okay. He is probably not date-ready today, and that’s pretty upsetting. (It’s not even a people-pleasing thing this time! He just really wants to go on a date with Tsuzuru today!)
“I’ll take that as a no, at least for going outside.” Tsuzuru pulls him into a hug, kissing the top of his head. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. We can go out another time, and today we can have a stay-at-home date, okay?”
Sakuya nods; Tsuzuru’s absolutely being a hypocrite—he would definitely be beating himself up about it if he was in Sakuya’s shoes—but he’ll let it slide for now. He doesn’t really have the thought processing capabilities to call him out on it, anyway.
“You shouldn’t have to take care of me, though,” Sakuya mumbles. “You do enough already…”
“It’s fine, I promise. I’m pretty sure I owe you for stopping me from pulling an all-nighter for the script, anyway.” Tsuzuru kisses him on the cheek. “I’ll grab some drinks and snacks for us and I’ll be right back.”
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The door to room 101 creaks open and Sakuya slams his Chest of Play Things closed.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” Tsuzuru tells him, setting down his convenience store haul on Sakuya’s desk before peering over Sakuya’s shoulder. “What’re you working on in there?”
Sakuya isn’t really working on anything, really, just tucking away the latest additions to his collection of Mankai show memorabilia. (It isn’t really anything exciting; just scripts, flyers, fragments of set pieces, scraps of fabric that were too small for Yuki to reuse.) It’d be easy to just dismiss it, to say it’s nothing in particular, and Tsuzuru probably wouldn’t even fight him on it. But he’s been trying to be more open lately, and it wouldn’t really be fair of him to lie to Tsuzuru, even about something as small as this.
Sakuya tentatively opens the chest back up, showing Tsuzuru everything inside. “Right after we finished Romijuli, I put my script and one of the flyers in here, so if something happened I could be sure that it all really happened. I just…never really stopped adding things, I guess.”
“Makes sense to me,” Tsuzuru replies. “I kinda figured you’d be the type to put them on a shelf, though.”
Sakuya’s thought about it, here and there, about unpacking the chest and giving its contents a more permanent home, but every time, something stops him. (He got close, once, but Mankai’s “unplanned hiatus” during Last Planet scared him out of the idea.) And, again, he could just let it slide, keep up this particular wall around his heart, but for the sake of openness…
“It’s easier to pack up like this,” Sakuya says, casting a tentative glance over his shoulder and watching Tsuzuru process the implications behind what he’s saying.
He immediately regrets it, because he gets to watch Tsuzuru’s heart break right in front of him.
“I’m not planning on leaving Mankai any time soon!” Sakuya tells him, frantically course-correcting in case Tsuzuru got the wrong idea. “It’s just…just in case.”
Tsuzuru spins him around, grabbing one of his hands and holding it between his own. “Hey, you’re not going anywhere unless you want to. And you’re going to have to put up a fight, because I’m not going to stop writing plays for you that easily.”
Sakuya nods, reaching behind him to close the chest.
“You don’t have to,” Tsuzuru continues, “but if you want to, I’ll help you set it all up on the shelves in here, okay?”
Sakuya stands on his tiptoes, kissing Tsuzuru before wrapping his arms around him. Maybe not today, but maybe after the next play.