call me when you're sober

clear as day

Osamu woke up with a dead arm as rays that got past the ivory-coloured blackout curtain hit his face. As he was about to pull his arm, he slightly opened his eyes and got a glimpse of your sleeping face.

His gaze traced to where the dead arm in question was—it was under your lightly snoring body. His other arm, on the other hand, was intertwined with your slim fingers that just rested on his chest.

As much as he enjoyed the position, his arm is now missing too much blood and he had lost sensation. He had to untangle his fingers that rested with yours, then slowly glided his body away from you, dragging his dead arm out.

This swift and sneaky motion woke you up, still being a light sleeper despite the significant amount of sleep you've been deprived of.

You slowly opened your eyes, witnessing Osamu as he slid himself down the bed, then using his functional arm, he grabbed his other elbow and flailed it around as he sat on the floor. All that was visible to you was the upper half of Osamu's back and a flailing arm.

You held your chuckle, not wanting to interrupt his ritual.

It took him a while until he had enough circulation back, finally gaining his mobility. You closed your eyes as you pretended to sleep, Osamu sneaking back into bed as if nothing happened.

Just when you were about to tease him, you felt him tuck himself under the feather-down quilt with a weighted cover, his arms slowly snaking their way around your body, engulfing you in a warm embrace as his smell intoxicated you. You can feel Osamu's lips landing soft kisses on your crown, his leg on top of yours as well.

Without holding back, you pushed your arm between Osamu's body and the bed, the other easily just going over his warm body. You pulled yourself closer to him, your face resting on his chest, hearing his thumping heartbeat.

Osamu felt your initiative, returning the favour as he pulled you closer, so close your body radiated heat past his clothes.

"Ahh, my arm...."

Osamu was quick to react—he rolled his body, his back now flat to the bed and you're now on top of him. You caught a glimpse of his playful smirk as his other hand leaves your back and cupped the back of your head, slowly pushing it down somewhere between his chest and neck.

"Let's stay like this for a while...."

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You sat on your marble white dining table that accommodated two perfectly. It was a square dining table, with two matching dining chairs that complemented the main furniture—you never liked having people, so you never saw the need for a bigger one, in fact, you originally bought just one chair, but asymmetry pissed you off and forced you to get another one, which you had to order and wait for like 4 days—pissing you off even more, every time you looked at it.

You hated people coming over, you exactly have two plates, two rice bowls, two mugs, two drinking glasses, two wine glasses, two forks, two spoons, two steak knives and two pairs of chopsticks—which annoyed you so much because almost everything was sold in pairs.