Comfortable Routine
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto, Gokudera)
Rating: PG13
Genre: general, character study
Summary: A single day can be interpreted in so many ways.
Prompt: Life
Hayato Gokudera
It's not the alarm clock that wakes Hayato every morning, but Takeshi's snoring. Soft and inconsistent at night, the noise isn't so bad. But for some reason, it becomes unbearably constant and thundering after 8AM. Trying to stop it is a lost cause though, so by now Hayato has come to expect it, not at all phased that it's the sound of the interrupted breaths of another man that rouses him from bed most mornings. He'll never admit that he believes Takeshi is deserving of rest, so he untangles himself from the mess of limbs and sheets while telling himself that he simply can't deal with that oaf's noise that early in the day.
Unless there's something urgent that must be tended to, it's another hour or two before the Rain Guardian rises. More often than not, Hayato greets him with pleasant indifference only because it takes a certain amount of energy to be constantly grumpy—even in the case of being around the baseball idiot. The first thirty or so minutes shared together is usually silent, much to Hayato's unexpressed relief because he can't bear the idea of having playful banter over breakfast like some married couple.
And then one of them goes to put in hours at the office or gets called to go on an emergency mission somewhere or they both just sit around all day, Hayato neither celebrating nor lamenting the other body padding about the apartment they shared.
When night falls, Hayato prefers to lose himself in novels or science journals. Occasionally, Takeshi will show up wanting something: conversation or food or sex. Initially, Hayato had been reluctant about obliging to the third, but nowadays he finds himself a little anxious for it and he can't fathom when the hell that started happening. Whatever happens, he always falls asleep wrapped in the baseball player's arms, mumbling halfhearted insults at him for being so damn clingy as consciousness slips from them both.
Takeshi Yamamoto
By the time Takeshi cracks open his eyes in the morning, the bed is empty.
The first time it happens his heart drops into his stomach and he's sure there's drama to be had, but when he slams the bedroom door open he is met with a scowl and the glare that he grew to love years ago and he is comforted by the unspoken agreement that Hayato isn't going anywhere.
Takeshi has learned since then and now he enters his living room relaxed, always grinning when he sees Hayato has stolen his slippers again though not ever saying anything when the man sometimes inquires as to what brings such a sunny disposition so soon after waking.
In the beginning, strained conversation was initiated by Takeshi. He's more attentive than it seems though, so it doesn't take long for him to realize that to Hayato it feels much too forced. To the Rain Guardian, this is perfectly acceptable. He simply contents himself with thinking about all the things he likes—primarily the bomber that sits across the table from him morning after morning.
On days when one of them has to leave, the baseball player feels a sort of puppy-like longing for his other half and often expresses so later in the evening when he arrives to find the silveret smoking or reading or just brooding. These exchanges rarely involve the Italian party uttering phrases like "I love you", but things always end with spread legs and wanton moaning and hickeys everywhere. Though even on nights like that, the man insists on vowing revenge and calling him an idiot as his words become less and less coherent. Takeshi just lays there with his arms enveloping him and listens, interpreting each swear word and insult to meaningful and loving. Hayato can complain all he wants, but Takeshi knows that the fact that the Storm Guardian chooses to return here every night has to stand for something.
