Obanai had a maddening habit of waking up at 2 a.m. every night. There seemed no explanation for this—not even insomnia, given that he could sleep fine… until 2 a.m. Though Obanai appeared to be getting enough sleep every day anyway, it was still a cause of annoyance on Giyuu’s side. Mostly because he was a light sleeper and almost always awoke when Obanai made his nightly departure of the bed and tiptoed out the room. Typically, Giyuu managed to fall back asleep sometime later. But tonight was different. Tonight, he got up, too.
Obanai had left a couple minutes ago and Giyuu searched blindly around for him. He found him in the kitchen a moment later, and waited a beat. Obanai hadn’t realized he was awake, simply watching the microwave as it warmed up a mug with who knows what inside. Instead of trying to scare him, Giyuu padded inside without trying to be quiet. Once he noticed him, Obanai stood up (he’d been leaning against the counter) and looked at him curiously.
“Giyuu…? Did I wake you?” he asked. He moved to stand in front of him, gazing up.
Giyuu shrugged, brushing away the question in favor of patting Obanai’s hair down. “Can’t sleep again?”
“Oh.” Obanai seemed mildly embarrassed. “You’ve noticed?”
“It’s not that hard to tell. You’re usually right up against me when we sleep, so when you leave the absence is noticeable,” Giyuu explained. He planted a reassuring kiss to Obanai’s forehead as the microwave beeped. “What’s that?”
“Nothing. Hot chocolate,” Obanai hummed, retrieving the quite hot cup of chocolate milk, and holding it with both hands. He took a tentative sip, and then another when it was deemed at an alright temperature. “Want some?”
Giyuu shook his head. “It’ll keep me awake.”
“It doesn’t have caffeine, Giyuu.”
“Still.”
Obanai huffed but continued drinking it. “Your loss.”
Not really caring for it, Giyuu just watched him. They stood in silence for a long moment, words not needed just yet. It was dark, given the hour, and Giyuu was tired. He yawned once—and then again—rubbing his eyes.
“How are you not tired?” he asked, peering suspiciously at Obanai. “Are you sure that’s not caffeinated?”
“I’m sure,” Obanai insisted. “If you’re tired, go back to bed.”
“I wanna stay with you.”
But even Giyuu’s wish to remain with Obanai wasn’t enough for his fatigue, and after several attempts to stay upright, he admitted, grudgingly, that he should go to bed. He stayed one more minute, clinging to Obanai’s side and resting his chin on his head until Obanai insisted he went to sleep.
He trudged to the bedroom, sinking into the mattress. His body was quick to melt, his eyes drooping closed. He had barely any time to process anything before he promptly fell asleep.
The bed was mildly cold after both their absences, but, somewhere in Giyuu’s dreamland, he registered a sudden warmth.
Obanai crawled into the bed, slipping into Giyuu’s arms which closed instinctively around him, holding him. He struggled to bring the blankets up, bundling them up under the warmth. Giyuu seemed to relax further into the bed at that, and Obanai gazed at him with a smile playing on his lips. He should stop getting up at night if Giyuu was gonna start following him.
Gently, trying not to create too much disturbance, Obanai’s arms snaked around Giyuu’s torso. He buried himself into the embrace, deliberately steadying his breathing and closing his eyes.
“Goodnight, Giyuu,” he murmured, allowing the light pulls of sleep to tug him under.
