#jonathan jojo

hckkkk!

the sudden snore you let out removed any need for him to check your pulse, and also put his nerves to ease. he sighed a breath of relief realising he was overreacting, feeling his cheeks grow a little hotter now that processed how much of an overreaction he just had. “i suppose you just sleep like that,” he murmured to himself, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips now despite his embarrassment because you really had him worried over something so silly. 

his hand reached out to brush his knuckles gently over your cheek, taking in the sight of you as your chest rose and fell with each gentle breath you took, something he probably should have noticed right away. after the scare he just had, he was far too awake to fall asleep again, but he was content in just watching you for a while longer until you woke up. 

ᢉ𐭩 joseph

when joseph finally wakes up from what he would describe as the best sleep of his life, he finds himself sprawled out like a child on the bed, the blanket all tangled and half way off the bed. it took him a moment to actually will himself to sit up because he was just too comfortable, but then he eventually remembered you were next to him and that the two of you had made plans, so naturally he forced himself awake. 

with a tired scratch to the back of his neck, he turned to his right, expecting to see you all curled up, but instead he found you lying there stiff as a board. like, literally. even with his constant movement throughout the night, you literally had not moved, your limbs in a perfect straight line that made him raise an eyebrow. 

“what kind of person sleeps like that?” he muttered out loud to himself, his lips twitching up into an amused grin. “if i didn’t know any better i’d say you were dead…” he teases you even as you sleep, snickering at his own comments as he shifts closer to you on the bed, blanket be damned, and pulls you into his chest. 

you stir at the sudden movement, a quiet noise of protest escaping your lips at being woken up like this, but he just grins. “i’m just making sure you’re alive,” he hums quietly, even though you had no idea what he was on about. you could tell from his tone he was making fun of you though, playfully, of course. joseph then presses a kiss to your forehead. “you can go back to sleep now. i’ll make fun of you later, don’t worry.” 

you were so very confused, but too asleep to ask any questions, so you just accepted the place he had made for you in his arms and fell back asleep curled against him. 

ᢉ𐭩 rohan

being a mangaka, rohan didn’t like to waste a second of his day on trivial things like lounging around in bed until noon. if anything, sleep — while crucial for his innovative, ingenious mind (his words, not mine) — could be an obstacle at times. so naturally, he woke up bright and early, meaning he was awake before you. 

the sound of his alarm coaxed him from his sleep, and he grumbled a complaint about it being ‘too early’ despite choosing the same time to wake up every day himself. he deemed anything else ‘too late.’ 

finally sitting up and turning it off, he rolled his head from one shoulder to the other, feeling a little sore. as much as he enjoyed your company, he chose to sleep on his side with his back facing you. he preferred space when he slept. still, he wanted to check on you, of course. he hoped he hadn’t woken you up with his alarm either. if you were still asleep, maybe he could wake you up by making you breakfast? he was feeling nice this morning. maybe sleeping with you did that to him. 

his green eyes flickered over to your sleeping form, and there you were — lying completely straight on your back. “what a strange way to sleep,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was really taking this in. as strange as it was, he sort of respected it in some way. you weren’t a ‘messy sleeper’ as he liked to say — someone who would toss and turn and kick him in your sleep. you were calm and kept to yourself.

hm. it would be interesting for a character trait, maybe. 

his expression softened again, lips forming the most subtle smile they could at the sight of you. he enjoyed this. it was peaceful. you were really beautiful too. you always were — but now when you slept, looking so calm and fragile? you looked like art. 

ᢉ𐭩 mista

as much as mista wanted to stay in bed this morning, his stomach would not let him. 

it was your first time sleeping together, and he really really wanted to wake up with you, but his gut seemed to have other plans, rumbling loudly in demand for food. he was surprised you didn’t wake up honestly, because the sound made him jolt. 

last night he had fallen asleep practically on top of you, his head resting on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. you were so comfortable and warm, he couldn’t help but to glue himself to your side. who knew he could like someone this much, huh? you were just so great — your smile, your laugh, your eyes. he bet you looked even better first thing in the morning. 

he lifted his head up after a moment with a small grunt of effort, and he was right, of course. something about having you like this, in his bed all comfortable, had his heart leaping. you really were something else. 

although…maybe you weren’t that comfy… 

you were lying there just…well…you were just lying there! it was almost comical. he had been clinging to you all night, and you didn’t even loosely wrap your arm around him. nothing! he could have sworn you were playing with his hair before he fell asleep…was it that you were uncomfortable? 

mista honestly didn’t know whether he should laugh or what. he sat up now, looking down at your sleeping form. it was kinda funny, and his shoulders shook at his hushed laughter. “like a damn board,” he raised a brow, then froze. “wait—do i smell bad or something? seriously, what’s up with this?” he fidgeted around to sniff himself like a dog, a little self-conscious about the whole thing, as amusing as he found it. 

all the commotion had you waking up gradually, your eyebrows furrowing as your eye cracked open slightly to find him hovering above you, watching you like some sort of specimen. “mista…?” his cheeks blushed a faint pink when you caught him like that, clearing his throat as he backed up to give you some space. “s-sorry. you were just—nothing, it’s nothing.” 

well that didn’t put you at ease. “what is it?” you frowned now, and his heart ached at the confusion in your sleepy tone. “no, no, it’s really nothing—” he insisted. “i was just worried i smelled bad.” you were puzzled, to say the least, but then again, this was mista so it was believable. “oh…can you come back then?” you pouted slightly, shifting to get comfortable again, and suddenly his hunger pangs were gone. 

at least he knew you were happy to sleep with him. 

ᢉ𐭩 gyro

a long, heavy yawn escaped gryo's lips when he woke up, stretching lazily beneath the covers. he remembered last night well — falling asleep talking to you, both facing each other as your soft chuckles filled the silence. it was nice, knowing he would wake up to your face too. made him excited to start his day deep down.

however when he opened his eyes, he was a little surprised to find you had rolled onto your back in the night — which made sense. lots of people moved in their sleep and sleeping in your back was probably your preferred position.

but was sleeping so straight your preferred position too?

it was almost concerning — your arms perfectly at your side, not an inch out of line, and your legs were the same. how does somebody just...roll into such a specific position in their sleep? or did you wake up and do that? he had so many questions right now, his vision still slightly blurry from sleep as he blinked to get a better look.

as much as it surprised him, he had to admit it was endearing. a quirky trait that suited you. he had strange habits of his own, so if anything he found it somewhat sweet to see that you had some of your own. there was no doubt that he would tease you relentlessly about it when you eventually woke up, but gyro had to admit it made his heart swell slightly knowing he was close enough to you to learn something so intimate about you.

he would kick himself for being so soft about something so silly, but he chose to just laugh about it to himself instead, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, hoping to see your eyes flutter open.