[A/N: Being my favourite Bakuman character (strange, I know), I felt this guy deserved more lovin'. Drabble [-ish] so yeah, it is short :3]
Disclaimer: Bakuman & it's characters © Ōba Tsugumi and Obata Takeshi. I own/claim to own nothing.
He struggled with eyes screwed closed to avoid falling back to reality. Peaking from behind closed curtains was the light that had stirred his lethargic muscles, forcing him to (grudgingly) open weary eyes.
It was warm, and he was more comfortable than he had ever been, cuddled into the quilts and sharing the warmth with another. It was with a small blink and stifled yawn that he took serious note of the woman beside him, naked and sleeping softly, fresh after a night of calorie-burning bliss. He didn't feel the need to wake her, or remove the protective arm from around her waist, so took to snuggling his nose into her hair and closing his eyes again instead. The breath he took was full with her scent and he gave a drowsy smile.
These days were so—
"Hattori…" a slow, sleepy yawn ensued, "Get up. Ashirogi Muto'll be annoyed if you're late."
And with a disgruntled start, he released her cosy frame and pushed himself upright. "I've got a meeting today today."
"Mhmm…"
"I need to get going."
"I just told you that."
He ignored the comment, rushing from the mattress to robe himself in any clean item in reaching distance. "I might be home late, depends on what they have to say."
"I know, I know." But as he made for the door she called him back, a cheeky half-smile lighting a drowsy expression. "Kiss first."
With a shake of the head and a smile he approached to indulge the wish, taking her lips gently with his own. "We'll get a lie-in tomorrow, hm?"
"Mm, it's about time I get you to myself."