A/N: It's Sunday morning here, where I am. And I just had the need to write up something. And so — this is the result :)

He twirls his hair around his finger, coiling it like a silky soft spring, then he gently pulls away, feeling the strands stroke against his skin. Syo wouldn't ever admit it, but he likes the feeling of Natsuki's hair against his skin; the way that it curls up gently against his digits and the feeling of silk running against his skin sends zaps of tiny electric down his nerves.

Natsuki is awake — Syo can tell; the way he breathes is different when he is awake, as opposed to when he is asleep. His breaths seem deeper, more content when he is awake, like Natsuki is so glad, so glad to be alive, to be awake. Syo looks at him; his eyes are closed, content. Maybe at the feeling of Syo's hands in his hair, or maybe at the warmth of sharing body heat enclosing around him.

It's lightly raining outside, so it maybe is the latter. He listens to the gentle pitter patter of the rain outside. He could imagine the raindrops, falling from the sky, falling, falling, falling... It had a calming, almost hypnotic melody. Couple that with the comforting sounds of Natsuki's steady breathing, Syo feels like he could just fall asleep all over again.

"Hey," he whispers into his hair, "Awake?" No, he doesn't want to go back to sleep. Times like these are precious, and he would like to stay conscious for it. Though they are in the same idol group, at times their schedules clashed, and sometimes it was days before they could properly meet, much less hold a conversation with each other. So, no thank you, Syo would very much like to stay awake during these times.

"Nacchan?"

Natsuki tries to hide his giggle by burying his face into Syo's shoulder. He likes that name. Nacchan. He likes how it sounds with Syo's voice. He likes how he pronounces the '–chan', how smoothly the two syllables flow across his tongue. It's such a small, almost insignificant little detail, but it makes him smile. And that is always a good thing.

"Not yet," Natsuki says, inching closer to Syo. The rain is gradually falling faster; it is getting cold. "Not yet…" Natsuki repeats. Once they're awake, that's when this ends. Real life would come crashing down, and they would have interviews, recording sessions, rehearsals and meetings and photoshoots. STARISH is steadily gaining popularity of late, and neither of them could complain. But neither one of them wanted this to end either.

Syo moved slightly, tucking himself underneath his chin — perfect, just like a puzzle piece — and Natsuki placed his arms atop Syo's shoulders and pulled him close. Nuzzling his face close, Syo kissed his sternum lightly, and feel Natsuki shiver under his lips. Warmth spread throughout Natsuki's body, like warm molten caramel— and he knows this is not just heat from the blanket, not just from Syo, but from inside him, like there is a gigantic sun flaring up inside his chest, threatening to swallow him whole.

And he couldn't help but to hold Syo closer and tighter; to the point that Syo started protesting and pushing him away. And Natsuki couldn't help the laugh that erupted from his lips. And he wouldn't stop saying how cute Syo is, especially when he pulls him in for another hug, this time less tightly.

"Let's just sleep in for a bit today," Natsuki murmurs against his hair. And this time Syo does not protest.

Because they both know, as soon as they get out of bed, real life would come crashing down.

But just for today, they wouldn't have to, not as early, that is.

Because it's Sunday morning.

And that's made just for the two of them.

A/N: I would call that… fluff without plot. (FWP?) (If that could be called as fluffy?) Anyway, that was fun to write, really, really :)