Sunlight on rumpled sheets and the smell of pine.
@kaigyokus + @frostwinds / toji & hotaru.
when hotaru goes to bed, she goes to bed alone, shamelessly enjoying the full width of her bed without having to share it with anybody. she sleeps well, long past the days of worrying where or what her husband, toji, is doing. of course she cares, but toji’s like a feral cat, having known what it’s like to be outside for too long. she doesn’t blame him for that. but really, the least he could do is call, hmph.
when hotaru wakes up, it’s warm. sunlight streams through the open window, lighting up the bedroom and beside her is toji nestled close to her, strong arm thrown loosely over her waist, sound asleep.
huh.
she glances at the open window and sighs. figures.
“quit moving,” toji grumbles, idly patting hotaru’s entire face with his hand in an attempt to get her to settle before sidling closer like a needy cat, slowly drifting off to sleep again.
hotaru makes a face, catching his thick wrist and putting his arm back where it came from. lying on her side, she studies toji and he looks well, all things considered. maybe tired, but aside from that, he doesn’t have any visible injuries from what she can tell, which means his latest gig was no doubt successful. holding a soft breath, she reaches out with her fingertips to gently trace the jagged scar across his lips.
“hotaru.”
unable to help herself, she snorts. alright, alright, she’ll stop and let him sleep. with a lazy yawn, she slips her arms around toji and very indulgently rests her head on his pillowy chest. heavenly blessed, indeed!
but soon enough, she falls back asleep, smiling, tangled with toji’s arms and legs, and neither of them wake up until early noon.
good.