It was dark outside and the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of a keyboard. The apartment was just as dark as the winter morning, aside from a desk light and the glare of a computer screen.

For a moment there was a lull in the typing, as fingers picked up the now ice cold coffee standing next to the laptop. A quiet yawn made the author’s entire body shake, arms stretching over a head of thick, white hair until a pop was heard from a stiff spine.

The man looked at the time, noticing it was already six in the morning, and he had yet to sleep. With a bone deep sigh he felt the exhaustion make his limbs heavy as he pushed his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Looking at the work he’d done he frowned, scrolling through the pages. He wasn’t happy with the direction of the novel, even though his editor seemed to like it. There was just something that felt off about it, and he couldn’t pinpoint what, exactly.

He lightly knocked the back of his head against the backrest of his seat a few times, before making sure it was saved properly. He propped up his chin on his hands, staring at the document. 200 pages of bullshit. He was so mad at himself for letting himself keep going on it, even though he didn’t like what he was doing. It was supposed to be the fourth part in a series, when he’d planned everything out to end it as a trilogy.

He heard the floorboards in his old apartment creak, and bare feet padded over toward him. “Hacchan?”

Arms holding a blanket swallowed him into a cocoon of warmth, a chin leaning atop his head fully encasing him in it. “When’re you coming to bed?”

Hassaku tilted his head up to get a glimpse of his partner, hair messy and drowsy expression on his face. Lines from the creases in the pillow were etched into his cheek, and the author ran a hand across it in fondness. “In a minute.”

“But it’s almost morning, Hacch-”

“Only five minutes longer, I promise.”

A satisfied smile made the taller man’s face split open, and he squeezed Hassaku’s body tightly before letting go, definitely to set a timer for five minutes on his phone.

The warmth left him then, and he felt the longing for the heat of his partner. With a last look at the document, he closed it before pulling it into the bin, clearing the bin permanently. Hassaku felt a weight lift off his shoulders and a knot loosen in his stomach.

Standing up, he rolled his shoulders while one hand closed the lid of the laptop.

Not feeling quite as heavy anymore, he wandered into the bedroom, meeting the bright eyes of his companion. “That wasn’t five mniutes, that was like… a half one!”

“It can wait.”

With a happy squeal, the tall man shuffled around in the bed, tugging Hassaku into the bed and under the blankets with him. “Mikan!” Hassaku protested in surprise, but there was no heat in it. Instead, he shifted the blanket so both their heads popped out, his chest pressed flush to the other’s. Mikan grinned widely, before pressing his lips against Hassaku’s. “I missed you, bed’s not as comfy without you.”

A smile played on the white haired man’s face as he tucked black hair behind Mikan’s ear. “It’s not even really your bed, you know.” Mikan puffed his cheeks. “I stay here more than in the dorms anyway!”

Hassaku rolled his eyes at the other man’s ridiculousness. “Maybe after you’re done with college in a few months I’ll let you stay even more.”

The brightness of Mikan’s smile could blind even the sun as he wrapped his arms tightly around the shorter man in a crushing hug. Hassaku tapped him on the back twice before Mikan loosened his grip after his forgetfulness about his strength. “Promise?”

“It’s a promise.”

They settled peacefully for the rest of the morning. And if Hassaku turned off his phone to avoid talking to his editor for a few hours, who could blame him?

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