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Shouta sits on a floor in his boxers, watching the washing machine spin and yawning for the third time in a minute. He would’ve gladly gone and caught up on some sleep, but the washing machine says “one minute left” for the last ten minutes and he needs to put his clothes in a dryer so he can wear them tomorrow. So he sits there, watching and waiting for who knows how long.
He wakes up to the short, but loud squeak and there is a socked foot touching his biceps.
“If you didn’t want to sleep with me today, you could’ve gone on a couch, you know?” Shouta opens one eye, his cheek comfortably plastered on the heated floor of the bathroom, the washing machine done with its job. Hizashi, a bit to the left, shows him a great view, his ass tightly hugged by leather pants, while the man washes his hands before moving Shouta’s costume from the washing machine to the dryer.
“But then I would not see the nice view, would I?”
Hizashi turns around to follow his gaze and snorts, pushing buttons on a dryer.
“You are such a weirdo. Nothing nice about a flat ass, really.”
“I disagree.” Shouta doesn’t receive an answer, except for another snort and he watches his fiance undress, getting under the shower. Shouta nods off again, waking up to a finger lifting his eyelids and then a drop falling right into his eye. He jerks, quickly blinking and turning on his back so he can throw daggers at Hizashi for waking him up like that.
“Don’t even look at me, one eye done.” Before Shouta can protest or say something at all, Hizashi sits down on his stomach and pins his shoulders with his boney knees. Hizashi’s long fingers take a hold on Shouta’s jaw, reaching up to open his eyelids and another drop is soon at its destination, making Shouta blink again. His eyes burn and he bites on Hizashi’s palm, long fingers letting go of his face.
“I hate you so much, you know that? Why do you act so sexy, when you are doing the most unsexiest thing in the world?”
“I think you just find me sexy all the time. Because you are a weirdo, Eraser.” Hizashi leans in, leaving a soft kiss on his lips, before standing up and helping Shouta to his feet.
“You agreed to marry me, who is a weirdo now?” Shouta holds onto his fiance’s shoulder, not letting him go and lifting his leg to hook it up above Hizashi’s hip bone.
“Shouta, be-” Hizashi never finishes the phrase, letting out a low grunt and holding onto Shouta’s thighs, now fixed around his fiance’s waist. “Grown ass man.”
“Shouldn’t you train to carry me or something?” Hizashi does carry him, because his arms and upper body are surprisingly strong and Shouta, sue him, feels very comfortable in the strong hold of his soon to be husband.
“For what exactly, my dear?” There is a clear sarcasm in Hizashi’s voice and Shouta grins in his shoulder.
“For our wedding ceremony.”
“I am not carrying you bridal style for our wedding.”
“Why not?”
“Well, firstly, you are not a bride.”
Shouta huffs out a laugh, being thrown down on a soft mattress and lacing his fingers together behind his head, relaxing onto his palms. He feels his face move to form one of his creepy smirks, feeling giddy and stupidly happy in this particular moment.
“You don’t think I’ll look good in a white dress? Big and puffy, so you can carry me like a princess.”
“You would look ridiculous.” Hizashi takes out their pajamas and changes first, putting on his ‘Put your hands up’ shirt and flannel pants.
“I disagree.”
“Not only would you look ridiculous, you would also hate it. I’m pretty sure this stuff is super uncomfortable and not easy to get into. Need I remind you that you hate uncomfortable clothes, my princess on a pea?” Hizashi takes one of Shouta’s ankles after another, putting his legs into the pink and soft Hello kitty pajama pants that Shouta once accidently found in the store at his size and on sale.
“Fair enough, I guess.” He lifts his hips to help Hizashi, then sitting up with a grunt to put on a bright yellow shirt, matching with Hizashi’s dark red one. It had a nice material and Shouta had a small collection of different colours for every day of the week. As soon as he is dressed, Shouta plops back onto the mattress and rolls over to let his fiance lay down on the right side of him.
“Don’t fall asleep on the bathroom floor again, okay? I’m sure the heat so close to your eyes won’t do it justice.” Hizashi takes off glasses and reaches over to put his phone on a charger, before turning the light off and getting under the blanket.
“That doesn’t worry you when you sit on my face, all hot and bothered.”
Hizashi slowly turns his head to look at him under the shine of moonlight. There is a bit of silence, before he snorts and starts laughing. Shouta turns on his side with a wide satisfied smile, watching Hizashi’s face wrinkle and listening to his strange cracking laugh. His heart feels too big for his chest, because Hizashi is so fucking beautiful and he can’t wait to marry him.
“You are so weird, Shouta. I love you so much.” Hizashi is still giggling, when he turns to softly kiss Shouta.
“You are a weirdo too.” He takes off Hizashi’s hearing aid and leaves them on a bedside table, busying himself with intertwining fingers with his fiance, trying to get as comfortable as possible. He is warm and cozy when he falls asleep, forgetting to put on an alarm.
When he opens his eyes, he is cold and uncomfortable. His vision is blurry and his eye burns with exhaustion. Shouta can’t move and he regrets waking up from his cozy dream-memory.
Everything hurts so much and Shouta has no idea why, because it’s not his usual pain. His body feels sweaty and clammy, like it usually feels when he is losing blood. Short touch to the ground under him confirms the suspicion, because his fingers are red with warm blood. God fucking damn.
The hand covering his own snaps him out of the fog for a while. He focuses his gaze and trails it up the long pale fingers, leather gloves and a jacket, finally reaching his husband’s face. Hizashi is looking at him and there is blood around his lips that makes Shouta frown a bit, because it’s been a long time since Hizashi had nervously bitten his lips that badly. Shouta sees his lips move under a coat of blood and he tries to concentrate on reading his husband’s lips, his migraine not helping the deal at all.
Hizashi’s fingers shake, when he intertwines them with Shouta’s and they are as cold as ice, which is strange, but Shouta is too concentrated on lip reading to be worried about the cold. The bloodied lips stop moving and the hold Hizashi had on his fingers becomes loose, but Shouta finally understood the words.
“I love you too.”
He is cold and uncomfortable when he falls asleep, but he squeezes Hizashi’s hand in his own and it’s bearable.