He’s barely woken up himself when he pulls back from his place tucked underneath Saguru’s chin, blinking slowly through cloudly eyes and dark lashes, a smile very slowly working it’s way onto features still sluggish from sleep. He knows that Hakuba probably doesn’t get to sleep this well, for this long, very often, so as softly as he can, he feathers a kiss over the opposite’s brow, then eases his way out of the embrace they’d settled into, toeing quietly out of the room, and buttoning up his shirt halfway before trotting down the stairs to start breakfast. (Hopefully Hakuba was a fan of stuffed french toast and hashbrowns).

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As it turns out, Hakuba is very much a fan of stuffed french toast and hashbrowns. Also, who’d have guessed that sharing a bed with someone /that you trust/ could yield much better sleep than being alone or being with someone that you know for a fact is only using you? Mutually so, yes, but using all the same.

Odd, that.