"Oh hell no," Hikaru said, wrestling a bit with the covers and dragging to get them most of the way up over his head, "it's early, and it's cold, and it's not a match day-" he froze, then shoved the covers away again, eyes wide. "It's not a match day, is it?" he demanded, sleep-thick voice going shrill with alarm.
"Hikaru. . ." Akira was tempted to tell him it was, but only for a moment. "No, it's not."
"Right. Good." Hikaru sagged, taking a deep breath. "So there's no way I'm getting up yet. Actually," he caught Akira by the wrist, "you should come back in here." He tugged insistently, smiling a little, and Akira thought of the chores he had intended to spend the morning on, before his tutoring this afternoon, and-
Hikaru tugged again, whining just a little, and Akira sighed and slipped his legs back under the blankets and curled comfortably onto his side, fingers trailing over Hikaru's side.
Productive Morning (Hikaru no Go; Shindou/Touya)
"Hikaru. . ." Akira was tempted to tell him it was, but only for a moment. "No, it's not."
"Right. Good." Hikaru sagged, taking a deep breath. "So there's no way I'm getting up yet. Actually," he caught Akira by the wrist, "you should come back in here." He tugged insistently, smiling a little, and Akira thought of the chores he had intended to spend the morning on, before his tutoring this afternoon, and-
Hikaru tugged again, whining just a little, and Akira sighed and slipped his legs back under the blankets and curled comfortably onto his side, fingers trailing over Hikaru's side.