Romanticism
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ef, but my God am I ever in love with the darn game. Miyako and Hiro © minori, story is mine and all that.
(a clumsy ersatz angel – we wish for stupid things, don't we?)
Hiro is awakened at a truly ungodly hour by the sound of a flush.
It takes him a few moments of muzzy-headedness to put it together, that it's probably Miyako (that yes, they are still living together and all) just having gotten up in the middle of the night to pee or something. And he groans and rolls over, and sleepily considers putting the pillow over his head. He's too tired to, though—he was up until three in the morning finishing and checking his manuscript for the month.
So he drifts back to slee—
…What is that clanking noise, pots and pans?! What the hell is she doing, anyway?!
Hiro is so—very—sorely—tempted to sit up and demand an answer from her, but he needs his sleep so badly that he can't. He closes his eyes yet more firmly, and resolves himself to endure for the sake of what remains of his school career.
…man, this is actually pretty tough.
When the sound stops, he sighs to himself in relief, then smirks a little as he feels the mattress squeak next to him and a draft on his back. Since she woke him up and all she can't complain, so just a little sex can't hurt—
He actually yelps when she curls up next to him, and despite the firm press of her big soft breasts against his shoulder blades, any desire he might have had disappears completely, because…
"Miyako! Miyako!"
"Mmn? What is it, Hiro-kun?" She responds to his frantic hiss in an altogether too sleepy tone.
"Your feet! Your feet are freezing! Get them off my butt!"
Miyako responds to this frantic plea with a little giggle. "But it's so warm, Hiro-kuuuuun…"
Hiro grits his teeth and squirms.
…If this is what true love is really all about, then he needs to hand in his resignation as a shoujo manga artist after his serial is done. He could never sustain himself on stories like this.