Innocence.
Summary: Enjoy the little things in life; it's good for you. Guy x Sync. Post-Game. Spoiler free.
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The sun shined brightly through the blinds, dancing on the wooden panels. It wasn't uncommon for the two of them to sleep well into the afternoon, but on this specific day, only one of them was still in bed, comforter covering him like a kid. It was nearly an hour after the first of them woke up that the second began stirring awake.
"Guy?" Groggy and grumpy, Sync was not one for mornings. In fact, he wasn't one for waking up in general, especially when he woke up alone. He had long become accustomed to waking up with a smile blonde next to him, and was frightfully aware that the blonde might one day leave him. He knew it was going to happen, despite how much the swordsman told him it wouldn't, and he really had no idea what he would do when it did happen. Fear clawed at him when there wasn't even a muffled noise in response. His mind had a tendency of telling him every worst case scenario to every situation he got into.
"Are you there, Guy?" He pushed away the comforter, a breeze of cold air hitting his legs and making him feel even more unnerved. It wasn't like Guy to just leave. It wasn't like him to do something like this.
At last, Sync heard a bang of some sort, and a groan, and scurried to get his gloves and investigate – if it was an enemy, the least he could do is fight it off. When he came out to the kitchen, however, he was pleasantly surprised to see a messy blonde and what looked to be flour everywhere.
"Oh, did I wake you up?" Was all he said, and Sync sighed in relief, removing his gloves and setting them on the kitchen counter.
"What are you up to, this early in the morning?" The tempest dusted some of the flour off of Guy's shirt, huffing a bit when all it did was spread it onto his hands.
"I'm baking a cake!" Guy exclaimed, his bright blue eyes lit with childish excitement. It was times like this that Sync remembered why he loved the man. It had been nearly five years since they met, and the swordsman hadn't changed his attitude in the slightest.
"I thought only girls baked." Sync deadpanned. The blonde simply gave him an incredulous look before picking up a bowl of flour that he had accidentally knocked off the counter –what woke the snoozing tempest up.
"Not necessarily. I mean, lots of bakers are male, too." Ruffling his hair in nervousness, Guy quickly regretted it, considering he still had flour on his hands. Sync grabbed a towel from the drawer, pulling it over his fiancé's head and tried to get the flour out. With the closeness of the action, Guy couldn't help but steal a kiss, causing the shorter of the two to squeak in response.
"Hey, don't you have some more baking you need to do?" Sync muttered, looking away timidly. Even after Guy's proposal for marriage, and living together for nearly two years, the olive haired male was still as shy as they come when it comes to romance.
"Yeah, I suppose so, but I think I've come across something tastier." And before the younger of the two could even begin to protest, Guy had already claimed his lips in one daring, romantic swoop. Sync's arms, instinctively wrapped around the older male's neck, and the swordsman's arms circled the younger male's waist. This wasn't a testament of lust or need anymore; this was a general thing that happened when they were left alone.
Breaking for air, Sync insisted that Guy finish his baking, and the king always listened to the orders of his prince.
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This was just some quick drabble that I needed to get out after finishing Bloodlust. Needless to say, I'm satisfied with it. If anyone prefers I write more fluff between these two, just let me know, and I shall deliver~
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