♡ Original Request: "may I have the prompt 'you're lucky that you're cute' for fluff with Akaza, please?"
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Sharing a bed was undeniably one of Akaza's favorite parts of a relationship.
He associated sleep with vulnerability — too much vulnerability. Your greatest fears could manifest at the foot of the bed, unbeknownst to your unconscious state. He was all too familiar with the horrors of the night, himself being an example. So, he took liberty to shield you from those dangers with physical contact. Shared warmth through entangled hands or legs; arms securing your waist or his neck; or his nose perfectly enveloped in your hair's aroma, he wanted all of you. And your touch was the remedy for his insatiable craving. Demons didn't sleep, but being able to indulge in your presence for hours on end was nothing short of dreamlike — perhaps even heaven.
That being said, pairing his clinginess with your sleeping habits always ended in disaster.
Every night, it was an unspoken rule to sleep in the middle of your king-sized mattress; its sheer size allowed a generous space for either of you, which did hold true the first hour or so. But as the night grew deeper, so did your greediness for the bed. Akaza paid no mind to the way your back huddled closer to his chest...until it evolved into an elbow prodding his upper torso, or your toes pressing against the mattress to harshly propel yourself into his chest. He willingly accommodated — numerous times — by scooting a few inches backwards, pulling you and the blanket with him.
Taking advantage of Akaza's kindness was quite easy, so it was no surprise when he eventually felt the edge of the mattress sink in from his weight. Even if he wanted to, there wasn't much space left to give. You had all the space.
Coincidentally, you wriggle out of his hold to toss onto your side, your back pressing against his arms — now wanting to move to the middle. With your peaceful expression on full display, the unwarranted irritation bubbling under his skin dissipates the longer he gazes at you. From your leisured, deep breaths to the subtle curl of your lips, he couldn't help but grin at how cute and innocent you looked. He could almost forget the predicament he was in.
He plants a tender kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes, basking in your warmth. He lets out a mumble, secretly wishing you're even the slightest awake to hear him.
