𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙏𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀, 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢. 𝘯

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 ; 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

disregard any capitals, samsung auto correct is ass

the crisp morning air paired along with the sunlight bleeding through the curtains urges you awake with a groan. unfortunately, the curtains that chuuya had bought had been the thinnest piece of fabric to ever exist, and you were paying the price.

you squeeze your eyes shut-trying to sleep in for once. keyword being trying.

chuuya was a heavy sleeper, through and through. it was one of the many things you had admired about him; the ability to be able to sleep through a fucking volcano.

but you can't deny how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. his long hair left a mess, the orange coloured locks falling over his pale skin-the same skin that shimmers against the sunlight ever so slightly.

that's the only good thing that comes from the mornings. seeing him so peaceful. it's a sight that you dont see often. but it almost reminds you that of a child. he looks childlike. it's..

cute.

you internally laugh at the choice of wording-chuuya hated being called cute. rather, he implored you to use words like hot, or sexy. but being who you are, cute is just a better word right now. especially now.

a finger runs across his porcelain skin, eyes moving with it, watching the goosebumps that follow closely behind the soft touch.

he stirs-ever so slightly-and immediately, you're jerking your hand back.

you've learned (from experience) that chuuya is not a morning person. let's not have a replay of last monday.

pulling away from him with a faint smile and a heavy heart, your feet touch the cold wood of the floor, sending a shiver up your spine as you take step-by step-by step, into the bathroom.

immediately, your eyes fall to your chest.

your bruised chest.

fucker.

fingers reaching up to touch the nasty bite mark left on your collarbone-teeth and all-a hiss falls from your lips so easily.

chuuya is so good at getting your head all fuzzy, getting you lost in the moment, that you hadn't even realized how many marks he had left on you.

such a simple way of affection, yet, it means so much more between the two of you, and you were never quite sure why biting seemed to be a form of intimacy for him.

yet, you never complained.

with a groan, and a quick look at chuuya to make sure he was still sleeping-wouldn't want him to walk in, aye?-you forced your sore frame into the shower, a hazy smile on your lips.

it was almost as if chuuya had a radar.

it was a dumb idea, sure-but, it always seemed that whenever you were naked, he was somehow always around.

without fail.

the amount of awkward situations it put him in when he was a teenager was astonishing.

there should be a scientific study on him.

unfortunately, his hands finding his way onto your back while you were rinsing your hair out-didn't surprise anyone.

pale skin highlighted against by the shimmer of the glistening water running down his toned body made up for everything.

made some butterflies in your stomach too.

but the thing that caches your attention-aside from his dick-was the small bruise on his neck.

it was a feeling of..