But you also write the best Yuta/Claudio and Yuta/Mox cuddles!!
(All I want is for them to be HAPPY AGAIN)
The sun is setting, and the sky is streaked with pink clouds and a milky-blue haze.
It's the first warm day since winter began months ago, and Yuta can hear the bugs waking up, chittering in a loud chorus somewhere unseen. Little lightning bugs chase each other in the yard, and Yuta watches from the porch, swinging gently on the hammock.
"I used to catch them when I was a kid," Yuta says, tilting his head up. Mox is pressed against his side, the hammock cupping them together in what Yuta thinks is Mox's preferred state of being - entirely octopused around him, almost painfully close, with shuffling only removing an atom or two of what's left of the space between them. "Did you ever do that? Catch lightning bugs and put them in jars to watch them light up?"
Mox shakes his head and then rubs the scruff of his beard against Yuta's forehead, hot and slightly painful.
"Nah, we didn't have lightning bugs really. If I was out at night, I was up to no good. Nothin' innocent like catchin' lightning bugs, at least," Mox says, adjusting his arm around Yuta's waist. He tucks his hand up under Yuta's shirt, and Yuta feels the cool breeze on his skin. It feels incredible, breathing in warm after his lungs had fed off nothing but acrid, stale cold and the smell of the snow rotting in the streets.
"...Wanna catch lightning bugs?" Yuta asks, resting his head back against the netting. "I can get one of Bryan's mason jars. We just can't tell him, though - he'll yell at us about 'animal imprisonment' or something."
That gets Mox chuckling, curling over so that he's now almost fully on top of Yuta, pressing his face into his chest. Mox makes himself small, almost, legs curled and tangled, head on Yuta's chest, Yuta now the one with his arms around him.
"Kinda just wanna lay here," Mox mutters. "Just a little longer, then you can show me what's so good about trappin' little guys."
"You'd know a lot about trapping little guys," Yuta says, and he thinks that Mox must hear his heart under his ear, full to bursting.
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It's early - too early to be awake, and yet.
"Yuta, it's time to wake up," Claudio whispers, not for the first time that morning. Yuta, feeling like a child being stirred for school after too much sleep, or too little, makes a disgruntled noise and turns into Claudio's bare chest. He nuzzles his face against dark chest hair, feeling the scrape and crunch of it - slightly waking him up, but also mostly burrowing into him.
He hears Claudio chuckle and, despite himself, wrap an arm around Yuta to cup the back of his head, supporting it. Skin-to-skin, Yuta starts seeping up some of Claudio's warmth, given that Claudio had chilled him by throwing the covers off the hotel bed. Another (failed) attempt to rouse Yuta.
Long fingers gently scratch at the back of Yuta's head, and he hears the faint noises of Mox brushing his teeth, Bryan in the shower after a morning jog. Regal might also be in the room, and- yes, there he is, the gentle sound of him tapping away on his keyboard, sending a last-minute email.
"If you get up, I will help you in the shower. We can get coffee from that little shop you liked yesterday," Claudio says. That does make him lift his head, Yuta humming, not yet verbal this early in the morning. He doesn't even fully lift his head off Claudio's chest, just moves up towards his shoulder and asks, in a quiet and unused voice,
"Even though y'think it's burnt?"
Big arms press Yuta in against a warm, soft body, and an arm snaked under his waist. He's forcefully sat up, and Yuta groans.
"Yes, even though it is burnt and you drink coffee that's too sweet. But only if you get up. We've been so lazy, and we have a flight in three hours," Claudio scolds Yuta gently. It's plenty of time for them to get ready and to the airport, but Regal likes getting them there early so that he can do a headcount and ensure that everyone is where they need to be.
As if Yuta would ever be anywhere that these guys weren't. As if one day, they would ever be apart. They tease him endlessly for it.
"Okay," Yuta says, pressing a tired, stale-lipped kiss to Claudio's neck. "...Love you."
Claudio sighs, body relaxing against Yuta's, and he squeezes him gently, one hand sliding down his spine.
"I love you," Claudio whispers against his hair. Yuta hears the shower shut off at the same time that Mox's uneven footsteps enter the room, along with his morning grunts as he clears his throat.
"You're spoilin' puppy," Mox teases, but Claudio has gotten Yuta to sit back, has his hands cupping his face, and is looking at Yuta like he's every star in the sky all bundled up into one tiny little thing.
"I have every right to spoil him," Claudio says, rubbing warmth into Yuta's cheeks.