A/N: A collection of KaguHibi drabbles. The only connection between each drabble is that they are all KaguHibi. Feel free to leave a prompt idea in the comments!
It was rare for him to be up earlier than his fussy assistant, and even less the sun itself – yet there Kagura Mutsuki was, lying awake before the peak hours of dawn, resting but not quite sleeping. There was a warm area carved out from the empty space between his arm and torso which Hibiki Kohaku filled. Awake, the assassin had always carried an air of sharp confidence about him that offset his tiny stature – but asleep, Kagura realized, he seemed a lot smaller. His arms and legs were curled, tangled, and nestled into Kagura's; his breathing was soft and even. When Kagura shifted his arm, he did not stir.
His body felt uncomfortably hot from a combination of the heavy blankets, Hibiki, and a shirt he had not quite shrugged off last night, but the quiet sight before him stopped Kagura from moving any further. He noticed three things: one, that Hibiki's dark hair, usually neat and immaculately brushed, was now scattered as soft locks across his forehead and fanned onto the white mattress like feathers; two, that his lips were very slightly parted and pushed out into a natural pout; and three, he was crying again.
Kagura felt rush of ice course down through his veins when he noticed the third detail, although his body did not actually feel cooler. He wanted to wake the younger man up immediately and demand answers – but another part of him, a part that understood Hibiki Kohaku better than that and reminded him that waking him up would only make things worse, forced him to lie still. Other than the constant stream of tears sliding down his cheeks, it did not seem like Hibiki was in any form of distress. His delicate, graceful features remained entirely neutral.
Instead, Kagura moved his arm and carefully – carefully! – wrapped it around him, his hand resting on the back of Hibiki's head. The assassin exhaled once, and then his breathing became steady. He slowly pulled him closer. Soon, his cheek was pressed into Kagura's neck.
What could you be thinking again?
There was no reason to ask that question in the morning, because he knew the answer would be the same. He would wake, blink a few times, and not know what Kagura was talking about. His assistant could be lying, of course – but there was something about the puzzled stare that he gave him that convinced Kagura he wasn't.
The tears stopped after a few moments and in several minutes they dried up as if they never appeared. Dawn was breaking over the horizon outside; Kagura could tell by how the walls of the room were getting lighter and lighter with swatches of red and orange and yellow, and by the chorus of birds echoing from the distance. From this position, he could feel Hibiki wake up before he heard him speak.
"...Lord Kagura...?"
Hibiki turned his head slightly, squinting at the man beside him. Kagura looked back at him, willing with all his might for the traces of tiredness and worry to wash away with his smile.
"Morning, Hibiki."