There was something about the sound of an alarm clock that was mentally painful to Angeal, who groaned viciously as he was forced to grope blindly along the bedside table, trying several times in vain before he managed to turn the cursed device off. He hated waking up to such a shrill, intruding sound, and yet, as he rolled over to collide ever so softly with a very familiar lump, he somehow didn't mind so much. Not when he had his very restless little puppy to ease him into the morning.
Edging closer to the warm, quiet bundle, Angeal wrapped both arms around his young companion, and placed a warm kiss on the sleeping man's temple. In his sleep, Zack smiled at the sensation, and Angeal could just feel the intense fire ignite in his veins, the flutter of his heart reminding him that, yes, you fool, you've fallen hard. He hated to think that he would be so quickly swept up as he was by the young man who had completely captured his attentions, but as he gazed in content drowsiness at him, asleep under the covers, so tightly cradled in his arms, the thought begged to question, as usual, what exactly did he care, even if he had?
He didn't care, was the appropriate answer that arose, and it was a personal argument that he faced every morning, and was very much delighted to come to the same answer everytime. He didn't care one bit that he cared so intensely for this gentleman, and that was exactly as it was supposed to be.
"Zack." He whispered softly, and in his arms, the third class groaned. He shifted a little, then rolled over, and pressed his face firmly into the crook of Angeal's neck, fighting in vain to ward off the morning. Finally, the battle having been lost, he reluctantly opened his eyes, and cocked his head to look at his beloved mentor with a strange mixture of displeasure, and affection. He loathed waking up, not just to an alarm, as Angeal so thoroughly disliked, but in general, and he would have been thoroughly miffed, had he not the pleasure of waking up to what was a whole world more than just his best friend. Slowly, he reached up, and ran a hand through Angeal's tangled mop of a hair, staring at him with content sleepiness before finally leaning up, and placing a kiss on his stubble-peppered jaw.
"One of these days, I'm going to sleep in." The third class groaned, slowly dragging his fingers through Angeal's hair, before letting his hand fall to rest on the back of his neck. The first class laughed, and leaned in, pressing his lips ever so warmly to Zack's.
"One of these days, I'll have to join you."
