#daimichi

Suga: No one would judge you if you were. It’s understandable. He’s strong, muscled, determined and he has thighs to die for...

Cold days were the worst. The cool air bit at your cheeks and snuck through the gaps in the blankets making you shiver. Takemichi hated winter. Being of small stature, he'd never get warm during the snowy months. Spring couldn't come soon enough.

He groggily awoke to the morning light streaming through the curtains, curling up tightly on himself and pulling the covers up to his eyes. Even with three layers of blankets, he still felt chilled to the bone.

Closing his eyes again, he rolled over, coming into contact with something warm.

Something hot.

Bare skin to skin contact with this heater was the dream Michi had wished for. Moaning softly at the comfort, he edged closer, laying his bare chest on the other’s bare chest and nuzzled his head up under their chin.

Daiya.

How could he forget.

The older opened his eyes slowly and clutched Takemichi close, kissing the top of his head before closing his eyes once again, letting slumber whisk him away.

Even with a domestic situation, their love showed in little ways, such as the way their legs subconsciously intertwined and the tender smiles of complete adoration adorned on their faces.

Takemichi situated himself within Daiya’s hold and sighed happily as he let his eyelids droop.