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Mysta’s eyes opened as he entered back into reality from the world of dreams and drowsiness. He felt a yawn escape his lips as he shuffled around in the covers, his body sinking into the mattress. The gentle sunlight seeped into the bedroom, shining on his face. He slightly hissed and sat up, rubbing his eyes with the lower-half of his palms.
After a couple moments of waking up, Mysta glanced around and noticed a familiar figure next to him, asleep. It was his boyfriend, Ike Eveland. He felt a smile grow on his face as he briefly brushed his hand against the novelist’s face which earned a small grumble from him. Ike woke up for a brief moment, barely opening his eyes. Ike hummed before he nuzzled his face against Mysta’s hand and went back to sleep.
The detective chuckled quietly as a giddy feeling washed over his body from seeing the cute stunt from his partner. He moved his hand away from the other to not disturb his slumber any longer and decided to at least get out of bed this morning.
He tugged off the covers and left them to the side, allowing Ike to stay cozily under them. Mysta tried to carefully get off the mattress, leaning his body forward and his feet landing on the wooden floor. He stretched his arms and yawned again, with his eyes lightly tearing up. The brunette blinked and looked around, dazed.
Instead of the loud and chaos inducing attitude Mysta portrayed on stream. He was a lot more quiet when he was by himself, he couldn’t help it. It was part of being an introvert, that’s how he lived through his whole life. Mysta took a step forward, grasping onto the balcony door and slid it open as carefully as he could to try not to wake up Ike. He stepped outside, the breeze of the early morning brushed against him making him shiver.
Mysta leaned against the railing, his cobalt-colored eyes fixed on the colorful sky, the blend of red, yellow and blue with the deep colored clouds brought a pleasurable feeling of ease to the detective. His fringe flowed through the wind as he felt his eyes flutter close, a feeling of safety encasing him.
He gently started to hum, resting his arms on the black balustrade. Words escaping his lips of a specific song he’s been listening to recently; the serotonin-filled beat that he’s heard countless times now began to play in his head. Mysta wasn’t one to sing, it wasn’t really something he would call himself ‘good at’ but he enjoyed it. It was calming when he’s had a stressful day and just needed something to take his mind off things.
Ike slowly woke up, the loneliness of being in bed by himself bringing him awake. He blinked and covered his mouth as he exhaled sleepily. The novelist looked around. His eyes landing on Mysta on the balcony of their shared apartment complex. The door was open, letting the wind flood in, filling the room with a gentle aroma of pine trees.
He walked over to the balcony door, grasping onto the edge of it. The sounds of Mysta’s sweet but huskier voice filled his ears as he looked at the sight from behind. The novelist could feel the wind hit his face, pushing back his long bangs. He adored hearing Mysta sing, it was a rare occasion. Mysta was a little more reserved with activities he isn’t the most confident in. But when he actually tries, he always ends up making Ike feel like he’s falling in love with him over and over again. Ike broke into a smile and went behind Mysta, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist. He also rested his chin on his partner’s shoulder, nuzzling his face bear the crook of Mysta’s neck. It caught the detective off gaurd, making his voice peak and cut off. Mysta screamed and froze, covering his mouth.
Mysta took a moment to look to the side and see Ike, cuddling up to him with an innocent look on his face. He uncovered his mouth, “Fucking hell, Ike!” Ike only smiled and laughed quietly. Mysta couldn’t help but feel his heart beat as his face turned a deep crimson. “You scared the shit out of me! Could’ve said hello or something..” The latter pouted a bit only making Ike laugh harder.
“You’re just so cute sometimes, Mysta.” Ike calmly whispered, pressing a small kiss onto Mysta’s cheek. The detective rested his hands on top of Ike’s, using his thumb to caress the other’s knuckles. His face fumed in embarrassment as he let out an unrecognizable sound. “Let’s eat breakfast, alright? I’ll make your favorite.” He suggested which ushered an excited cheer escape Mysta’s lips as the other nodded.