[He doesn't even stir when that alarm goes off, but the pancakes call to him. Of course they do; even he, who sucks down those hideous protein packs like they're ambrosia, can't resist pancakes. He sits up with a yawn, stares at the wall stupidly for a long minute, trying to understand what it is he's feeling.
Well. Beyond sore, that is. That's a nice feeling. He blinks, hoists his legs over the side, and hunts around until he can find some boxers and some shirt of Toshinori's to wear. His phone is a wall of notifications, all from Hizashi, and he winces. spent the night with toshinori, he replies, and puts his phone on silent, perfectly aware he's about to get at least half a hundred messages.
Well rested, he muses as he emerges. That's the feeling. It's been a long while since he's slept for such a long period of time, so much so that his body is more than a little perturbed by it. Shoving a hand through his hair, he offers his boyfriend a very small wave.
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Well. Beyond sore, that is. That's a nice feeling. He blinks, hoists his legs over the side, and hunts around until he can find some boxers and some shirt of Toshinori's to wear. His phone is a wall of notifications, all from Hizashi, and he winces. spent the night with toshinori, he replies, and puts his phone on silent, perfectly aware he's about to get at least half a hundred messages.
Well rested, he muses as he emerges. That's the feeling. It's been a long while since he's slept for such a long period of time, so much so that his body is more than a little perturbed by it. Shoving a hand through his hair, he offers his boyfriend a very small wave.
It's too early to talk.]