Memoirs of an empath

“I can manage that, yes.” His reply comes out in a low rasp, and then through a yawn— the late hour last night is making it difficult to fully wake today. Tsuzuki goes to the cabinet and pulls two mugs from the shelf, holding both handles in the grip of one hand. He pours Hisoka’s coffee black. He pours his own cup a little over halfway full to make room for excessive cream and sugar.

“At least today should be an easy one. Just catching up on filing everything.” He holds Hisoka’s mug out to him with a small smile, saying, “Careful, it’s hot.” As nice as it’ll be to have a relaxing day at work (he hadn’t been lying when he said Kyushu is a relatively easy sector to work in, hardly in any need of two full-time shinigami working the field), he’d much rather crawl back into bed and spend the day lazing about. Especially when Hisoka still looks warm and inviting and snuggle-able.

“Boss is such a slave driver,” he sighs. “If it were up to me, we’d have the day off today!”

“It’s not that bad.“  All they have to do today is finish the report on their latest case, and that’s something that Hisoka can do in his sleep.  Still, he finds easier when Tsuzuki isn’t such a distraction.  When his partner is bored he’ll do anything to entertain himself, even sometimes going so far as to happily daydream in his vicinity.  Hisoka can’t decide if that’s pleasurable or maddening.

It’s good to have him nearby, though.  Hisoka worries when Tsuzuki’s out of sight.  He gratefully takes the cup out of his hand, heir fingers barely brushing.  It’s enough for Hisoka to feel the gentle-intimate emotion Tsuzuki is feeling.  That desire to cuddle in bed.  Bringing the hot drink to his lips, Hisoka looks at Tsuzuki over the rim. 

It really is a shame they have to go to work today.