Yamato woke up as his bed began to shift underneath him. The hand that had been holding his all night was being slowly removed and the warm body next to him began to shift away, leaving Yamato feeling incomplete and a little cold. He didn't have to look at the clock on his night stand to know what time it was but out of habit, he looked anyway. 6:00 am it read.
Taichi never had to set an alarm. His internal clock had set one for him years ago due to his constant early morning Soccer practices. When Taichi was at his own home he set one anyway, just in case, but Yamato had spoken up amply against the dreadful beeping at 6:00am. Although he found he dreaded the withdrawing of Taichi's body from his own just as much as the beeping.
He closed his eyes again as the bed stilled beneath him and listened to the bedroom door open and Taichi's bare feet walk across the floor to the bathroom. He felt himself drift off again to the sound of the tap turning on, and the running water as Taichi began rinsing his face.
Suddenly, something hard hit his lower back and his eyes opened wide. He heard Taichi's Soccer ball rebound back into his hands. "Wake up", Taichi said, and Yamato could hear the amusement in his voice.
Yamato looked at the clock. It read 6:30am. "I don't have to be at school for another 2 hours", Yamato complained before shoving his head under his pillow.
"Yes," Taichi agreed, "but I know how long it takes you to get ready in the morning".
Grudgingly, Yamato removed his head from underneath his pillow and propped himself up on his forearms to watch his boyfriend walk out the bedroom door.
"I love you", Yamato said.
Taichi's ears turned pink and he muttered a soft "Yeah" before closing the door behind him.
Yamato listened as the front door opened and closed and Taichi left the apartment. After that, he proceeded to use his left hand to slowly prop himself up further. Then, he twisted himself around until he was in a comfortable sitting position, with his left hand situated behind him and his right arm draped over his knee. A light shone in through the window and it hurt his eyes. "Was the Sun always this bright in the morning", he thought.