posting this here cause adhd is a black hole of all my hyperfixations and i’m tryna not let sanegiyuu get trapped in there too 🫣
anyways enjoy spiderman sanemi having a morning off with his bf 🌊 🍃
The early morning sunlight streams soft orange through the half-open blind, and Sanemi can’t bring himself to care about the minutes ticking along, bringing him closer to the end of this perfect dream. He knows his time with Giyuu has to be kept short if he wants their relationship to remain secret and safe and wholly theirs, but as the light crawls further down the mattress, warming the sheets with it’s lazy reach, he wants nothing more than to stay in this bed with Giyuu dosing next to him, frozen in time.
Sanemi’s eyelids have started to slip closed more often than not by the time Giyuu’s blink open, lashes fluttering around hazy blue, set on fire by the rising sun.
“Mmm,” Giyuu grumbles softly, clearly not having made it all the way to wakefulness before he decided Sanemi needed to hear what he had to say. His arms tighten around Sanemi as he stretches his legs out beneath the doona, letting out a little sigh in the process.
Sanemi’s thoughts stray dangerously close to ‘what if I had this all the time?’. He knows he can’t, he knows but he longs anyway.
“Yeah?” he prompts, voice low, trying not to burst the bubble of warmth that had enveloped them at some point in the night. He is not ready to be Spiderman just yet. Giyuu’s eyes return to his from where they had been watching his lips curve around the word.
Sanemi’s heart gives a pang at the hopeful disbelief coating his boyfriend’s words. How long had he been waiting for the chance to say that to someone? To him?
A small smile blooms across Giyuu’s face. The sheets whisper as he drags himself up, moving to straddle Sanemi’s hips. The pillow dips beside Sanemi’s head as Giyuu’s hand presses into it, the other settling gently on Sanemi’s cheek. Dark hair falls unbound around their faces as Giyuu leans over Sanemi, shielding them from the outside world. All that exists now is Sanemi and Giyuu and their shared breaths.
Sanemi stares up at Giyuu and tries his hardest to commit this to memory. The small smile that paints gratitude and joy across Giyuu’s face like the caress of the incoming tide is one he cannot afford to forget, now that he’s seen it. Pretty cheeks bunch above curved lips, tinted ever-so pink and hugging the bottom of his eyes until they turn crescent. Fondness spills out of his features like rain, drops of it dancing and zinging across Sanemi’s skin leaving warmth blooming red in their wake.
Giyuu leans down to kiss his forehead. Adoration bubbles below Giyuu’s lips, and with it, a smile of his own. It is a smile saved only for Giyuu, only given in moments like this.
If this fondness he feels is anything like Giyuu's, maybe he can understand why his smile is so precious. His hand reaches up to cup Giyuu’s cheek before trailing through the blanket of dark hair to the back of his head. Shafts of watery light peak through the gap left behind.
When he leaves he will be the hardened hero that the city has come to know. He will put on his mask and worry about pulling his punches, and what ditch each villain dragged themselves out of, and why they all seem to have the same exact goal hidden beneath layers of expositional backstory and situational hate. But for now, he will be here, soft light blanketing him in warmth as he cards his fingers through the slightly tangled hair that drapes itself over his pillow, looking up at the boy who found his way into his heart and thankfully refuses to leave.
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