Wind Breaker shenanigans

Makochi is deep in the clutches of winter, and it's still dark outside the bedroom window. He watches as fat flakes of snow land and gather in fluffy clumps against the spiderwebs of frost on the aged panes, further sealing them off from the world.

He cranes his head toward the nightstand. The green numbers on the clock blur into a halo he can just about read if he squints at it.

4:37 A.M.

Sakae lets his head drop back down onto his pillow with a quiet sigh.

He keeps his alarm set even on days when he doesn't have anywhere pressing to be, just to keep the habit. Fifty-three minutes. Fifty-three minutes he's got to laze around before he has to force himself up and deal with all the responsibilities and trials of adult life like his university courses, and that month's budget, and if he returned the cookbook he'd borrowed to the library on time, and what exactly made the apartment's front door so appealing to the neighbour's corgi that it kept pissing directly in front of it every time it managed to escape.

Maybe he could ask to switch units? Ashida-san from the next floor up was set to move into her grandson's house in a few months once he had finished making the accommodations for her, a fact Sakae had learned just last week when he helped her up their building's steep, creaking stairs after they'd become too hard on her knees.

"Your family must be very proud of having such a dutiful son." She had told him when he dropped her off at the door.

15 year old Sakae would not have been able to respond to that.

25 year old Sakae managed a simple, "Thank you. I hope so." with only the faintest lurch of his heart before turning toward the stairs and heading home.

Wind rattled the window panes and sent the gathered snow flying, only to be quickly replaced with more. Sakae is very glad he doesn't have classes today.

He blinks back to the clock.

4:50 A.M.

Fourty minutes to go until his alarm. Fourty minutes he can just enjoy being bundled up, surrounded on all sides by warmth and comfort and lulled by the steady sound of breathing.

If Sakae closes his eyes and tries hard enough maybe he'll actually be able to go back to sleep. It's never happened before but there's a first time for everything. What else was there to do on a morning like this?

4:53 A.M.

He becomes aware of a stiffness in his limbs from staying in one position too long, groans as he tries to stretch out.

The bundle of heat tucked against his chest stirs.

"Wh'r y'g'in?"

Haruka's voice is so slurred that Sakae isn't even sure he's conscious, reacting solely on instinct. His breath is damp and hot against Sakae's pulse, lips dragging across the tender skin and Sakae shivers at the sensation.

"Nowhere." He says even though he doesn't think Haruka can actually hear him.

Contrary to Sakae's belief there's an affirming huff against his neck and Haruka's body squeezes tight around him with every ounce of dead sleep strength it possesses.

One of his arms is curled under Sakae's pillow while the other clings to his waist and he's got one of Sakae's legs trapped between both of his. Every muscle he's built up from those stupidly strong kicks of his over the years is now focused solely on keeping Sakae locked in place whether he likes it or not.

4:57 A.M.

It's not like Sakae has anywhere to be. And he's still got thirty-three minutes left before his alarm anyway.

this took several hours more than I intended