A/N: This is actually from quite awhile ago. I completely forgot about it and found it in my drafts today.
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Mistakes are made often, and some are worse than others. Neither Akari nor Hirato is prone to mistakes. They are both far too proud to make errors often.
It's a bit odd, then, that neither one notices he put on the wrong clothes this morning. Akari awakes first and scrambles to put on clothes with blurry eyes. He slips from Hirato's room in the early hours of morning, carefully avoiding the sheep and the prying eyes from any workers who are awake. He lies down on his own bed and is asleep again within seconds.
Hirato wakes later while it is still dark. He dresses and heads out onto the bridge of the ship. Coffee and breakfast is the main thing on his mind as he rubs his eyes and runs his hands through his messy black hair.
He happens to glance at the window and catch sight of his reflection, and he does a double take. "Damn," he swears at his appearance, spinning on his heal and heading to Akari's room. He doesn't bother to knock but enters quietly, tapping Akari's shoulder.
The doctor awakes with a start and casts Hirato a sleepy glare. "What the hell do you want?" he asks groggily. Hirato motions to his clothes, and Akari looks down at his garb.
"It's unfortunate that we're built so similarly," Hirato says, sitting on the edge of the bed with a knowing smile. "Or perhaps you were in too much of a hurry this morning?"
"Perhaps you ought to start hanging your clothes up," Akari shoots back as he takes off the shirt over his shoulders.
Hirato watches his muscles ripple with glittering eyes. "Something as intimate as last night doesn't afford me much time to tidy up my room. My apologies. At least you left me my glasses," he teases.
Akari's only response is give Hirato a face full of shirt.