The Sun and Moon in Tokyo

8: Need

Hinata woke up earlier than usual on the morning of the festival; this was saying something, since he was always an early riser to begin with. His first instinct was to wake his boyfriend up, but he quickly vetoed that idea in favor of letting Tsukki sleep. After the amazing, intimate evening they had shared the night before, he was having a hard time wanting to do anything that might bother his beloved. Instead, he cuddled up right against Tsukishima, seizing the opportunity to be the big spoon for once.

Tsukishima woke up naturally just before 11:30 and smiled when he felt Hinata's arms wrapped around him. "Mmm, Good Morning, baby", he purred as he rolled over to face the redhead, "how did you sleep?". Beaming, Hinata kissed his boyfriend before saying, "Amazingly. How about you?". "Very well", Tsukki smiled, "I feel like I actually got some rest. " Hinata laughed and pulled Tsukki closer. "I should hope so!", the redhead smiled, "especially since it's almost noon!". A look of confusion crossed Tsukki's face. "Almost... what? ", he asked. Tsukishima rolled over and grabbed his phone off of the nightstand. He frowned at it when the screen glowed '11:28'. He looked over to the small redhead who was now sitting up in bed. "Why didn't you wake me?", he asked sullenly. Hinata shrugged and smiled, "I didn't want to bother you". Tsukki frowned as he rolled over and threw an arm into Hinata's lap. "You dumbass", he said quietly, "...if you don't wake me up, that's less time we get to spend together. Hinata laughed as he ran his fingers through Tsukishima's hair. "Sorry, my bad. I just thought you'd rather sleep." "You thought I'd prefer sleeping over spending time with you?", Tsukishima asked in disbelief. Hinata laughed once more. "Well, when you put it that way...", he started, though he crinkled his nose before continuing, "wait! That's exactly how yesterday went! I had to drag you out of bed!". Tsukki snuggled up closer to Hinata. "Well, yesterday I was tired", he whined. "Yeah, yeah... so, what are our plans for the day?", Hinata asked, leaning down to kiss Tsukishima's cheek.

After some discussion, the two boys elected to go down to the hotel's restaurant and get food. They took their time eating then hung out around the room, just watching TV and talking until 3 o'clock, at which point they both agreed to get ready.

" I'm going to go get changed in the bathroom. No peeking!", Hinata said as he grabbed the bag containing his purchase from the day before. Tsukishima shrugged. "Fine by me", he said as he crossed their room to his suitcase. In truth, he was desperately excited to see the smaller boy dressed up, but he wasn't about to reveal this to Hinata. "Oh", he called behind him as he pulled his own yukata out of the bag, "Do you need to iron yours?". From inside the bathroom, Hinata yelled, "I don't know! I didn't even take it out of the box yet!". "Do you even know how to iron?", Tsukki said with a snicker as he walked closer to the bathroom door. He was met with silence in response. "That's what I thought", he said after a moment. "Well, let me know if you want me to iron it for you, and I'll--" "No way!", Hinata yelled, his voice echoing against the tiled room, "You just want to see it! If it's wrinkled, I'll wear it wrinkled, that's all!". Tsukishima snorted. "You're so stubborn...", he sighed as he walked back over to his own outfit, pulling off his shirt before grabbing the silken garment. "What?!", Hinata exclaimed " You're calling me stubborn?!". Tsukki laughed, "Well, you are, aren't you?". A noise of frustration came from the bathroom, but no more than that.

Tsukishima had been dressed for fifteen minutes before he called to the redhead once more. "Are you okay?", he asked, "Do you need help?". "I- I'm fine! ", Hinata yelled back. Tsukki could hear the smaller boy mumbling, though he couldn't make out what he was saying. After playing with his phone for what seemed like an eternity, the blonde yelled, "If you're not out here in five minutes, I'm coming in!". Just then the door clicked open.

If there was any doubt that Tsukishima loved Hinata from the bottom of his heart, it would've been eradicated in that moment. His heart stopped when he saw the redheaded boy emerge from the bathroom wearing his vermillion yukata. His palms began to sweat profusely and he found that his throat had completely dried up. He had no words. He did not feel that there were any words that could adequately describe how beautiful Hinata was.