#zenitzu

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When you first woke up, you were cold. The usual warmth and weight that always lay on your chest was gone. Meaning Zenitzu was no longer here with you.

The calendar, bedside tables, his side of the bed (though he never actually slept there, he always was attached to you). Nothing. No note, no sign he was ever even there. Nothing.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and stumbled into the kitchen. And immediately, your worry, anxiety, panic. It all left you as quickly as it came.

There he was. Ah, your beautiful boy. He was still in his pajamas cooking breakfast and--wait. Breakfast? Cooking? That was what you always did. Mostly because you didn't trust him to cook.

"Zenitzu?" You called quietly, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. Zenitzu hummed in response, focused solely on flipping the pancake he was cooking at the right moment.

"Why're you up so early?" You mumbled, nuzzling in the crook of Zenitzus neck, sending shivers down his spine.

He really never got used to your touch. Well, he had your touch memorized. It was you actually giving him affection that never got old. So warm, cozy, like his own home.

" 'm making breakfast just for you." Zenitzu kept his voice lower so he didn't startle you out of your sleepy state. He rested his cheek on top of your head, kissing your head before flipping the pancake. Which was perfectly golden brown.

"This early?" You mumbled and looked up at the clock on the microwave above the stove. 7:00 am, way too early for a Saturday, especially after a long week of work.

"I was gonna bring it to you in bed so you didn't have to move at all. though, I guess I can't do that now that you're awake." Zenitzu chuckled, sliding the pancake onto his spatula and then onto another pancake on a plate, making a stack.

Zenitzu poured syrup over your pancakes in a zig-zag motion, then he smiled and held out his hands in the pancakes' general direction. "Taa-daa!!" He said happily, grinning like a love-sick puppy. You smiled, and instead of taking your pancakes and eating them on the couch, you grabbed Zenitzu by the waist and pulled him closer to you.

His face flushed, of course. How could it not with a deity such as you touching him softly? You brought your hands from his waist to his cheeks, cupping his sweet face.

"Thank you." You whispered, inches away from his faces, your nose brushing against his. Zenitzus face couldn't have been more red. You'd think he'd get used to the intimacy by now.

"Nnm-mhm." He hummed while he took in every detail of your face, and your lips ghosted over his. You chuckled lightly, your hot breath tickling his face.

You closed the gap between you two, kissing him. Not a simple kiss, like one after a first date. But a longer, more passionate one. It sent the feeling of electricity down Zenitzus spine, and he softly held your waist as his eyes fluttered shut.

Suddenly, you felt warmth and something fuzzy moving between your legs.

Ah, yeah. The cat. You pulled away from Zenitzus lips, triggering a whine out of him and you chuckled.

"Alright, Debra, the Astriod Destroyer. (Best Name Ever). I'll get you food." You said to your cat, moving to scoop cat food into his bowl, away from Zenitzu.

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You sat at the foot of the couch, not directly on it with Zenitzus back to your chest and his head resting under your chin.

Zenitzu held the buttery popcorn that you had made in the microwave, both of you eating straight out of the bag while a movie played on the TV. Some drama about mean girls?

It was peaceful, for once. You felt Zenitzus hair tickling your nose while your arms wrapped around his waist. It's was so cozy, warm, comfortably lazy.

Zenitzu intertwined his fingers with yours and kissed your hand. You could feel his smile as his lips connected with your skin. He felt safe. You both felt safe.

This was home.

The white noise of the TV, your arms wrapped around him, his fingers intertwined with your own, your chin resting at the top of his head, and the soft kisses placed to one another's skin every few minutes.

Home.

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