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For

amet. Just because.

It's not quite fluff, but I think it's as close as I get.

Hisoka woke before Tsuzuki for once, opening his eyes to that pure, clear white light that only seemed to exist in the earliest hours of the morning. It spilled from the window onto their bed, broken into squares by the glass paneling and distorted into strange, fantastical shapes as it fell across their twisted and rumpled sheets. Tsuzuki’s plants, crowding the windowsill, had turned their leaves to it, and from Hisoka’s position they had been reborn in glowing yellow, the light pouring through them leeching them of all green, except for the clearly defined lines of the veins.

Tsuzuki looked so much calmer when he was asleep, a state he was so rarely in when awake. The lines of his face were relaxed, one hand curled loosely beside him on the pillow. His mouth hung open slightly, just enough to hear his soft breathing. His hair was lighter, more cocoa powder than dark chocolate. A few strands stood up from the rest, mussed by his movements in sleep, and they glinted in the light, gilded in shimmering gold. His skin was paler, too, though it still retained its tawny hue.

Hisoka moved slightly, needing to stretch the sleep from his limbs, and brushed Tsuzuki, waking him. Tsuzuki scrunched his face into the pillow, rubbing against it like a cat, before turning back, blinking his eyes open as his face contorted in a yawn. His eyes were in shadow, his whole face backlit by the sun, but there was a slight glimmer of violet and indigo as he met Hisoka’s stare. Hisoka watched silently, almost regretting losing the quiet moment and the chance to study his partner.

“What’re you doing?” Tsuzuki asked, his voice still rough from sleep, and he coughed slightly to clear it. Hisoka shrugged, an awkward movement when lying down, and reached out to trace his fingers down Tsuzuki’s cheek. Tsuzuki arched an eyebrow, his expression making it clear that he thought Hisoka was being ‘weird’, but he only leaned his face into the touch.

“Watching you sleep.”

“Oh.” Tsuzuki seemed to consider that, turning so that Hisoka’s hand fell across his mouth and giving a quick kiss to each fingertip, his lips pressing against the pads of the fingers just soft enough to tickle. Hisoka shivered. Tsuzuki’s body was warm, heating the sheets around it to the same temperature, so being surrounded by them was like floating in sunlight. He curled his body to that heat, threading their legs together and pressing himself close. “Why?” Tsuzuki asked.

“You looked content.” Hisoka crept his hand higher to thread through Tsuzuki’s hair. Tsuzuki obligingly ducked his head to give Hisoka a better angle, and his cheek rested against Hisoka’s collarbone, his breath a repetitive warmth across his chest. His hair was soft and matted, and Hisoka had to comb through it carefully to avoid pulling on a knot. He twisted the strands into his fingers, working his way through the tangles.

“We don’t have work today, you know,” Tsuzuki said after a long moment of silence. He'd wrapped an arm around Hisoka's waist and was so still and quiet that Hisoka had begun to think he'd fallen back asleep. There was a wholeness to the morning, the first birds outside just beginning their songs. He couldn't hear a single other sign of life, not even a car on the road outside. Hisoka nodded in answer, his chin bumping against the top of Tsuzuki’s head. “What do you want to do?”

Hisoka paused, his fingers stilling halfway through carding away another snarl. He never understood how Tsuzuki got his hair so messy. He’d only been asleep, not even tossing or turning. It was another one of the mysteries about the man that he could never hope to solve. “Let’s stay here. Spend the day in bed.”

“Sure.”