ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, early mornings with hiromi on work days
it’s early when the alarm blares.
the sun shines through the curtains of your and hiromi’s bedroom, and it highlights your peacefully sleeping body wrapped in his safe arms.
hiromi studies your calm face, somehow not woken up with the noisy alarm yet, but he doesn’t complain.
he reaches out to the nightstand on his side of the bed and turns off the alarm with a stretch, then wraps his arms around you again.
a soft huff escapes your lips as your eyebrows furrow, causing him to chuckle. your body pushes back into his, and he gently brings one of his hands down to rub the soft skin of your hip.
he’s never in a rush like this. it’s a little over an hour before when he’s supposed to head to work, but he likes spending his mornings with you.
and he’ll never admit it, but he sets his alarm around twenty minutes earlier than when he needs to get out of bed so he can watch you. he doesn’t think it’ll sound creepy to you, but it’s a bit embarrassing, although everyone knows he’s smitten with you.
so when you mumble and shuffle around, he places a soft kiss on your temple to try and soothe you, maybe to keep you from waking so early.
but you stretch out your limbs with a dramatic sigh and turn around, then cuddle up to him in a search for more warmth.
“morning,” you mumble as you fist his shirt, then throw a leg over his to pull him closer.
“morning, darling,” he murmurs while kissing your forehead, rubbing the nape of your neck.
for a moment, you breathe in sync before you ask, “when did you come home? i didn’t hear you come in.”
he stays silent for a moment before he replies, “around ten, i believe. maybe ten-thirty, i was the one to close up the firm.”
“hiromi..” you mumble worriedly. he’s been staying at work longer and longer, and you know it’s eating up at him. it’s tiring, he has bags under his eyes. it’s obvious he’s exhausted.
but you know his morals. he strives to help people, even if it means he can’t help himself.
a soft sigh escapes him, and you quietly ask, “it’s not time yet, is it?”
he peeks over his shoulder to look at the clock. it’s almost time for him to get up.
but with you like this, staring up at him while your cheek is pressed against his chest, and your bodies are tangled together, he can’t. he can’t leave yet.
“no,” he smiles, “we have time.”
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