I've Got Hajime for Days [DISCONTINUED]

Husband & Wife; 50 Shades of Sleep

It is currently 2 am at the Iwaizumi residence. The night is silent as we move into the married couple's bedroom. Both husband and wife are fast asleep on their bed.

Ah, look at them.

They look like they're having a good sleep. That almost makes me want to fall asle...ep my...self...

Zzz...

Oh! Sorry, I shouldn't fall asleep like that. How embarrassing.

Anyway, dominating the left side of the bed is the husband, Iwaizumi Hajime. He sleeps with a loose shirt on and some comfortable sweatpants. He seems to have had a long day at work. His chest rises and falls in a stable pattern, his lips slightly parted. He looks so relaxed in his sleep, I'm almost envious of him. He sleeps on his side, facing his wife.

Dominating the right side of the bed is Iwaizumi's wife, Rae. Her brunette hair spreads on her pillow, some strands are actually in her mouth. She is sleeping equally as soundly as her husband, though not quite as elegantly. She's snoring through her opened mouth, drool slipping through the corner of her mouth. She wears an oversized t-shirt as pajamas, clearly not afraid of cold nights.

The husband has one arm draped around his wife, pulling her into a spooning position. He nuzzles his face into her shoulder, softly breathing into her back. She laces her hand over his in return, both still showing affection to each other albeit being unconscious.

As the night progresses, the couples shift in their sleep, moving from one position from another. Already, we no longer see them in their loving first pose. Now, they're sleeping with their backs against each other. The wife scrunches up her face in her sleep and tugs on their shared covers.

Oh, wait. What... What is she doing?

She's rolling herself in the covers.

Now, she's turned into a human burrito, leaving her husband to defend himself from the cold without any form of cover.

The poor husband shivers at sudden exposure to the cold air. He stirs awake from his sleep for a moment, looking for the missing covers with his swollen, squinted eyes. He sighs at the sight of his now human burrito wife. It appears that he goes through this often as he knows what to do immediately.

He carefully rolls her out of the tortil – I mean the covers before wrapping them both with the cover, turning them both into one giant human burrito. So this is what marriage is all about; being a giant human burrito together, that is.

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The night continues to progress. We are still watching the couple sleep like the creeps we are. Ah, sorry. I don't mean to offend you readers. But watching people sleep all night is a pretty creepy thing, you've got to admit.

Anyway, the couple is no longer in their warm and cuddly human burrito position. The husband is sleeping on his back now while his wife sleeps on her side, facing her husband. She has abandoned the covers, giving them all to her husband, who accepts it gratefully.

She wriggles closer to her husband, still in her sleep. Her husband compromises, moving closer to the edge of the bed to make space for her. She continued to close in to him, slowly taking over 80% of the bed. He knits his brows together, obviously uncomfortable with the lack of space. Yet, he shows no sign of wanting to push her away.

He is literally on the edge of the bed when his wife decides that she was now satisfied with the amount of space she has taken up. Just as the poor husband tries his best to find a comfortable position in his 20% share of the bed, his wife changes her mind.

She climbs onto him, burying her head under his chin as she lies on him, snuggling close like a cat. He exhales deeply for a moment before wrapping his arms around her. He scooches to the center of the bed for more space, still holding his wife in his embrace. Cuddling her like a body pillow, they fall into another wave of deep sleep.

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"Mmm... es... an... ay?..."

The wife's mumbling wakes her husband. He turns to his wife, who was no longer in his arms but now sleeping close by his side, clinging onto his arm. "What?" He asks drowsily, brushing her hair which is tickling his neck, having no idea what she had just said.

"... Does Jumin Han is gay?..." She mumbles with her eyes closed, nuzzling into his muscles.

Oh, she's just sleep talking.

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It seems that the couple's sleeping pattern has stabilized. They –

Wait.

What's going on?

Iwaizumi just suddenly sits up straight and his eyes are open. His sudden movement causes his wife to stir awake as well, forcing her to sit up. "Hajime-kun?" She yawns, rubbing her eyes. "What's wr –"

He cuts her off before she can even finish her question, he suddenly grabs her hand, scaring the sleepiness out of her. Her eyes shots wide open, staring at her husband who stared right back at her with half lidded eyes, still in his sleeping trance.

"H-H-Hajime... -kun?..." She blinks at him cautiously, feeling confused at his unexplained actions. Giving no reply, he adjusts his grip to hold her hand, entwining their fingers. Once satisfied with her hand in his, he falls back into the bed, pulling their held hands close to his chest before passing out.

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Wait just a minute.

You've finally realized it, huh?

Who's point of view are you reading this from, you ask?

...

Well, it's me.

I'm Fourth Wall-san.