)courf and ferre? <3) a forehead kiss.
u get a randomized one. which is a nonchalant kiss
It’s become something he no longer thinks about. Something born out of habit and that perhaps is the most WONDERFUL thing about it. They eat breakfast together, early. About 6:30. Because they both decided on early morning classes this semester.
Combeferre starts the coffee pot at 6:00 because he’s an early riser, no matter how late their study group ran. Bagels are in the toaster by 6:10 – everything for himself, and cinnamon raisin for Courfeyrac. Cream cheese laid out on the table. Eggs are in the pan, next to four slices of bacon. And it’s the routine.
He learns that Courfeyrac doesn’t talk much before he gets half a cup in, and that’s fine with him. He reads the newspaper on his I-pad, or looks over his homework before class. And it’s nice.
Combeferre leaves first, because his paleoanthropology class is all the way on the other side of the campus. Since his bike’s chain rusted and broke apart, he’s had to walk. He cleans up his plate, checks his pockets for all the important things. Wallet, keys. Makes sure his bag is fully stocked with binders, papers in proper folders, and plenty of pens, and he’s off.
He’s got a book tucked under his arm as he leans down and presses a kiss to the man’s lips. It’s become something he no longer thinks about. Something born out of habit and that perhaps is the most wonderful thing about it. He gets to kiss his boyfriend goodbye, and it’s just part of his day.