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For once, Tasuku doesn't feel like going on his daily morning run. That sounds impossible, yet it happens as the older actor rolls back into the bed. Yawning his drowsiness away while stretching his unusually stiff muscles. The sound of a light snore catches his ears, followed by a soft mumble.
"Tasuku-san...?"
A pair of honey-colored eyes flutter open beside him, looking at him naively. The other man blinks, still dazed, but he tries to meet Tasuku's gaze. Those yellow eyes twinkle in the dawn's shadow as if guiding his eyes to him and snatching his heart.
It was a soft and sleepy gaze and yet, Tasuku was drawn to it. The stoic green-haired actor is enchanted by the man beside him. Nothing escapes from his lips, silence and soft breathing surround them. But nothing escapes from the lavender iris of his and his touch.
The way the younger man breathes, his slightly open lips, it's so soft. Tasuku would give everything to kiss it all day. The way all the muscles on his face soften when he looks at him, making him look more gentle—Tasuku is still taken aback how it is even possible.
All the curves on his lover's face, his jaw, and his scar. Oh, that scar on his jaw doesn't make him less perfect. The man before him smiles a warm and gentle smile as Tasuku's touch reaches his cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb.
Omi is perfect in his eyes, and no one can ever tell him otherwise.
"Tasuku-san…" Omi calls to him again, there's a slight playful note in his voice.
"Yeah?"
"Not going on your daily morning run?" Omi's fingers intertwine with his, though it is still on his cheek.
"No… I don't feel like doing it today."
"Oh," the brown-haired photographer looks amused, "why? It doesn't sound like you at all."
"It sure doesn't," Tasuku chuckles, "but—"
Tasuku brings himself toward the younger man, wrapping his arms around him, pulling their body closer together. Omi appears to understand what Tasuku had in mind as he curls up to Tasuku, burying his face on the crook of the older man's neck.
Omi closes his eyes, his eyelashes touch Tasuku's skin as he sniffs and huddles closer. Tasuku is no bigger than him, he knows it all too well. Yet, his scent, his warmth, and his embrace feel safe, it feels like home.
"—I feel like staying in bed this morning."
Omi huffs, smiling from ear to ear. Latching on to the man that is currently playing with his hair while giving him tiny kisses on his head. Omi refrains from being egoistic but, at a time like this, he can’t help himself to do so. Moments like this are everything he wanted, peace, warm and full of the unspoken feelings of love he never knew he was capable of.
If he can stay like this forever, then he will.
"You know what, Tasuku-san? I don't mind this at all."
"Me too, Omi. Let's do this more often."