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Rain patters outside Ida’s bedroom window, lulling him into a doze. He woke up tired a couple hours ago, and he hasn’t bothered to fight off the blanket’s embrace. He can tell it’s going to be one of those days—the kind where his brain never turns on and his body drags. Where sleep isn’t the answer, but he lacks the desire to do anything. He’s learned to listen to what his brain wants on these days, at least when he’s able to comply. (The worst days are on school and volleyball days. He never remembers what he learned in class those days.) Sometimes he can manage doodling or reading manga he’s already read a thousand times. Usually he watches brainless TV.
Today feels like it might be a TV day.
He contemplates scrounging up the energy to prop the window open so the summer rain can perfume the air. It’s one of his favorite scents, and maybe it’ll help rouse him.
Ida doesn’t move. His thoughts begin to wander until they land on Aoki. What it would be like if Aoki were here? Would they watch TV together? Would they cuddle? Would the mood change and Ida be energized merely because Aoki was there? He finds himself wanting to find out.
The soft shush of the door and the rustle of fabric makes Ida look up, and wonder runs through him.
“Aoki,” he murmurs, not sure if he’s fallen asleep after all and dreaming his boyfriend up, or if his musings have summoned the object of his desire.
Aoki smiles at him, giving a soft “hey” that doesn’t disturb the mellow atmosphere of the room. Ida watches his boyfriend cross the room, wondering if Aoki’s really here and why. They don’t have plans, and Aoki hadn’t messaged to say he was dropping by. Maybe Ida really has dreamed him up.
He’s opening his mouth to ask when Aoki drops a gentle kiss on his lips, silencing the words. Ida sighs, eyelids fluttering closed. Aoki’s really here then.
Surprisingly, Aoki says nothing else, doesn’t ask any questions. The bed merely dips with his weight, and the covers shift as he slides underneath. Arms wrap around Ida, and he sinks into Aoki’s embrace, head tucked under Aoki’s chin. For all that Aoki is bony and can’t exactly be called comfortable, he nonetheless feels perfect pressed against Ida.
Ida snuggles in closer, nose buried in Aoki’s shirt, and inhales deeply. He smiles. Aoki smells of the rain.
Maybe later they’ll get up, watch some TV, but for right now this is exactly what his brain wants and needs. He has no problem listening to it, none at all.
If ‘off’ days mean Aoki and cuddles from now on, well…Ida has no issue with that.