(wrote a little something for this piece ^^)
Tooru steps out of the shower and glances at the clock. It's 5.35 a.m. He's still got some time until the taxi arrives. Morning photoshoots are the worst. Is that perfect natural lighting really worth getting out of bed this early? He walks up to the door frame and catches a glimpse of their bedroom where Tobio snuggles a piece of folded blanket, fast asleep. Nope. Definitely not worth it.
With an inaudible sigh, he carefully closes the door and makes for the mirror. There is no way in Hell he is going to trust some stranger with his hair. So, alas, sacrifices must be made. He picks up the hairdryer and prays that he won't disturb his lover's sweet dreams as his fingers begin working through the unruly, brown locks, bringing a tasteful amount of order into the chaos.
The entire process is muscle memory at this pointโhe's perfected it almost as much as his jump serve. He could probably do this with his eyes closed. In fact, why not do just that? At least his eyes will get a bit more rest and, hopefully, won't look so bloodshot anymore.
He closes his eyes and lets the hot air, a bit of hair gel and his unmatched styling skills do their magic. Trying to relax inevitably evokes mental images of being wrapped up in Tobio's arms. Tooru's back being pressed against his fiancรฉ's firm chest. His steady heartbeat resonating in Tooru's rib cage. It feels so real that he begins thinking that he may have actually fallen asleep while drying his hair.
"I love you more than anything," he murmurs, chasing his reverie.
"I love you, too," Tobio's voice echoes next to his ear, and then soft lips plant a very real kiss right below it.
Tooru flinches, being snapped back into reality, and opens his eyes to discover Tobio's reflection smiling at him from the mirror.
"My God, you scared me!" Tooru exclaims, setting the hairdryer aside and turning to look at the handsome rogue who has so sneakily trapped him in his tight embrace.
"I'm not," Tobio replies and props his chin on Tooru's shoulder, his eyes falling shut.
Tooru chuckles. Is it even legal to be this cute? He reaches up and drags his fingertips through Tobio's silky hair. "I'm sorry I woke you up, Tobio-chan," he murmurs and presses a lingering kiss to Tobio's cheek.
"S'okay. Just come back to bed." Tobio's arms squeeze him a little tighter, totally messing with Tooru's resolve.
"You know, I can't do that."
Tobio's reply to that is a sleepy sound of protest and a little frown.
"Come with me if you want. I'm sure they'll be glad to have another model on set," Tooru suggests in all seriousness.
"Nonsense." Tooru twists his body in Tobio's arms to face him and runs his fingertips against the other man's cheeks. "You always look good. It's unfair. Like, look at this hair." He combs through Tobio's strands. "You never even have bed hair. It looks perfect just like that. No brush needed. It's ridiculous."
He moves his hands to the back of Tobio's neck and rubs his nose against Tobio's. "And you have the prettiest face in the Universe that I really need to kiss right now."
Their lips lock in a tender kiss, unhurried and sweet, just the way they both prefer to taste each other.
"Go catch some more sleep. For both of us."
Tobio sighs. "Alright. When will you be back?"
Tooru ponders it for a moment. "I think I will cancel everything after lunch and will be back around 1 p.m. I can grab some takeout food, and we can do lazy things together for the rest of the day if you want."
"Or not lazy," Tooru agrees, smirking.
"Great. Now, let me go get dressed," Tooru wriggles in Tobio's hold.
"Noooโฆ" the sleepy man protests weakly but lets his boyfriend slip out of his arms.
"Wanna help?" Tooru offers, sauntering out of the bathroom.
Tobio follows him lazily, walking right past him and plopping face-down onto the bed. "No. But I can help you undress when you're back," he mumbles into the pillow.
Tooru snickers. "Isn't it too early in the morning for you to be such a smartass?" "But I'll hold you to that," he adds as he throws on a casual dress shirt.
He sits down on the edge of the bed to trail soft kisses along Tobio's spine. "See you later, Tobio-chan."
"See you, Tooru." Tobio's fingers skim weakly across Tooru's leg, making him snort in amusement. He catches Tobio's hand and gives his fingers a light squeeze before getting up and making his way out, thinking how, next time, he should probably reject any early morning commitments if it means having to watch his finacรฉ snuggle a piece of blanket instead of him.
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