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pov; you

-the clock next you you read 21:30

-you look out your small apartment window and see the night already

-you've had a tough week, exams and course works left and right but now its friday

-fushiguro sits next to you, crossed legs in sweats and sweatshirt

-hair slightly damped after his shower

-his eyelashes are still looking lovely though

-he has a reading book in his left and a utensil in his right to eat his strawberry cake with

-leaving you to doing your economics hw

-"can i have some cake"

-"did you finish your homework"

-you don't even bother replying

-the noise right now at 9 is rather peaceful, not as much cars and not much of the neighbours random yelling

-you push back your hair and rest your left cheek at the side of the table

-your left arm cushioning it as nicely as you can

-right hand trying to hold the pencil

-glancing up you see a 90° rotated verison of fushiguro

-still just as pretty though

-you take a deep sigh as you decide to get some slight shut eye

-you feel something shift in the room but pay no mind to it

-a hand hovers just above your head

-you stay still

-the hand continues to run its fingers through your dark locks

-threading 5 fingers through every strand

-it feels nice, comforting

-almost makes you feel actually tired

-it caresses your scalp and scratches it too

-you stay still in the calming silence, the only noise being the dropping of your hair when he raises it and the clicking of fushiguro's fork on the plate

-guessing that the male has finished his cake, he leaves the couch and rests next to your left

-right hand never leaving your head of hair

-when it finally leaves your head you felt almost sad, nearly letting out a groan of disappointment

-but you held it in

-the black haired man stands up, and walks to face your face directly

-as gentle and quiet as possible, he bends down to put his hand's one under your knees and the opposite one around your waist

-he raises you up until he's carrying you bridal style, with your head dropping to his chest

-you can hear his heartbeat

-its kind of, welcoming, not nearly as scary

-he pads along your small apartment until he reaches what is supposedly your bedroom

-your dark lit minimalistic bedroom with a lamp turned on and some closed finished textbooks

-he lifts up the blanket so the bed is now 3/4 uncovered

-he places you in the centre of your medium sized bed with a light caramel duvet and more blankets perched at the end of the bed, on top of the duvet

-he knows your a bed hog and he doesn't care

-making his way back outside, your mind is trying to stop you from showing any visible emotions because he's being way too cute right now

-steps come soon and with that, a small affirmation that he's charging your cellphone

-covering the blanket back up, be sits on top of it as well until fushiguro is on his left side facing you

-right arm snaking around your waist grabbing you closer

-chin slotting just above your head

-kissing the crown of your head he whispers

-"good night, sleep well"

-and with that you begin to fall into slumber

-the last thing you remember feeling was the constant motion of an arm going up and down the back of your hoodie

-scratch that, his hoodie :p

-and rest assured; you've slept wonderfully that night

-you open your eyes, facing a chest

-not just any chest of course, megumi's chest

-arm still hung around your waist, with his left one though is probably going numb under your head

-he'a such a sweetheart though

-megumi's still asleep, eyes fluttering every once in a while matching up with his breathing

-dark hair so tousled it could be mistaken for a bird nest

-you lift your left hand from under the blanket and runs it through that mop of hair

-smooth and silky, almost as if he gave it intensive care, more than he gives himself

-its growing longer too, you remind yourself to ask him if you can tie it anytime soon

-smiling contently, you lift your head up a bit to give him a peck on the lips

-after that, you return back to wake up a few minutes later

-you could probably get take out breakfast, you think of that as you re enter your slumber

-the end-

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☽-zm