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Junjou Egoist drabbles

Chapter one: Sometimes

Rated: T

Author: Writing-and-Music

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Rarely, but often enough so that Nowaki wasn't always surprised by the occurrence, Hiroki would curl up in one of Nowaki's oversized shirts and sleep.

The first time this had happened, was when Nowaki returned home from a night shift that had lasted exactly nine hours. He had arrived back home at six A.M., half-awake and desperate for the presence of his lover. He had opened the door to meet the lights in the main room on.

Nowaki blinked sleepily in surprise. Had Hiroki stayed up and waited for him? Did Hiroki get sick? He hurried to shrug off his coat and take off his shoes to see what had made his Hiro-san stay up at such a late -well technically early- hour.

He padded into the living room, almost silently, but didn't hear or see Hiroki up and wandering around.

He glanced over to the couch to see the television on and showing the News. He peered over the couch to see Hiroki curled up sleeping, with a light blanket covering only his legs and revealing his clothed torso. Nowaki smiled softly, not yet noticed the shirt Hiroki was wearing, and moved to pull the blanket off of the brown haired man so he could move him to their bed.

That is when he noticed it. Hiroki was wearing one of Nowaki's favorite shirts that Hiroki must have washed while he was at work. Nowaki's smile only grew and he had to force down the desire to jump Hiroki and shower him in kisses and affection. Hiroki honestly had no idea what effect he had on Nowaki, or maybe he did. But either way, Nowaki was wrapped right around his finger. Not in a bad way though.

Silently, and smoothly Nowaki scooped up Hiroki into his muscular arms and carried him towards their bedroom where Hiroki had obviously tried sleeping in earlier; on Nowaki's side. That was another thing Nowaki came to notice that Hiroki did when he had the late shift. Was he growing attached to him, to the point where he had to get as close to Nowaki as he could? Cute.

He set Hiroki down on the bed and tucked him in, then kissed his forehead softly and told him that he loved him. Nowaki turned to go turn off the lights and television after stealing one last glance at Hiroki's calm, sleeping face.

Nowaki was prepared for Hiroki to wake up in the morning, blush darkly before stuttering multiple combined excuses of why he was wearing Nowaki's shirt, before throwing a book at Nowaki because he couldn't conjure up a good enough excuse to fool his giant lover. Nowaki had to admit, those mornings were always the most entertaining.