It was morning. You could tell by the light softly making its way into the room through the partly covered windows.
The fact only just made its way to Fuji, preoccupied as he was by the boy sleeping next to him. He knew this wasn't healthy, that his attraction to Ryoma was bordering obsession. But he couldn't stop watching.
Ryoma was absolutely breathtaking asleep. Fuji loved to gently run his fingers through the dark tresses, careful not to awake him with his ministrations. He adored that slight sigh Ryoma would give out as he unconsciously leaned into the caress, and he wouldn't give that up for the world.
Not even for a night's sleep.
This was how it always was when Ryoma fell asleep before him. Fuji could never tear his eyes away from those slightly fluttering eyelids, never allow himself to close his eyes to this beautiful creature resting next to him.
Sometime's Fuji really believed he was an angel.
He watched as his lover started stirring, watched those dark lashes slowly rise, before lowering again. Then Ryoma opened his eyes.
Sleepy golden eyes connected with blue, and a slight frown marred the still half asleep boys features. Reaching out a hand, Fuji gently tried to smooth it out, not liking the obvious worry in those eyes.
You didn't sleep again. Ryoma stated looking deep in his eyes.
Sleep is a waste. Was Fuji's answer, eyes shining down at him.
Ryoma sighed and pushed himself up into a sitting position, back leaned against the headboard. He made Fuji lay down with his head on his lap and soothingly ran his fingers through his hair, much like he had done when Ryoma was still asleep.
Fuji closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying his lover's attention, not noticing when he fell asleep himself.
Ryoma kept running his hands along the brown tresses, glad it was the weekend and they didn't have to worry about practice.
He looked down at Fuji, worry etched into his normally bored expression.
This really isn't healthy. He whispered so as to not wake the sleeping boy.
But as he looked at Fuji's serene face, he found he could understand just a bit why the boy thought sleep a waste.