"Deidara? Deidara!? I can't find my left shoe!"

A stumbling Sasori walked into the livingroom, tying the one shoe on his foot with haste as he moved. Today was an important day: A greatly acknowledged professor would come to their not nearly as famous school to give a lecture on the social part of being a teacher, or in other words, what Sasori wanted to do for a living. He did realize the studies were long and tough, but he did well at school, and didn't think it would be a problem.

The redhead usually woke up no later than 6.30 am, most of the time 5.30, and therefore usually had good time in the morning to pick an outfit, make himself a warm breakfast, maybe even a quick bento for Deidara, if he felt the need for that. He would have drove the blond to school too, but even though he had a car, his lover had a motorcycle, and driving on that was a lot more fun; that way, they'd be very close while driving. Now, they would have the time to decide who was driving, what they were driving and where they were driving, as they lived together.

Now, while some would say that they were much too young to live together as a couple, and that their relationship still was young, the blond would always retort that both of them were already planning to move out anyway, and it would still be like living with a roommate, except for the fact that they'd share one double bed. It was what they wanted, and it would either work out, or not. Deidara had still a home to fall back on, so it wasn't a major problem if things wouldn't work out the way they hoped.

If it was any omen to their future, Sasori's morning absolutely didn't go as planned.

Finishing the bow he tied by stuffing it down into the shoe and pulling his brown jeans' leg down, the redhead stormed forward into the kitchen area, where the blond sat, sipping his coffee while he watched Sasori with an amused expression, as if he knew something the other didn't.

"I can't find my shoe, Deidara," the redhead said--shouted, rather--as he hastily walked over to the kitchen table, running a hand through his soft, messy hair. He swung himself down on the chair, landing in front of the teal, somehow playful gaze, along with a wonderful-smelling cup of tea, which, beside the blonde's mug of coffee, perfectly displayed the contrast between the two of them.

"And you would like me to…?" Deidara let the sentence hang in the air, waiting for an answer. What answer he could give, though, even Sasori himself wasn't aware of.

"I don't know," he let his head fall to the table with a frustrated growl. "I don't have the time for this today! The clock's already eight! I'm going to be so late, it won't even be funny!" And indeed, his whole class always found it funny to see the impatient perfectionist be late for something, as he'd prefer to be precise on time, if not half an hour early.

The blond chuckled. Okay, there had to be something he knew that Sasori didn't. Seeing as this was Deidara, though, the redhead probably would have to either beg to know it, or seduce him. Time was precious now, though, and he wouldn't take the risk of ensuing a make out session. The older, yet shorter of them opened his eyes to glare up at his lover. "I fail to see the humour in this," he mumbled with an undertone of annoyance in his voice. He'd woken up, no longer than twenty minutes ago, to an empty bed, and realized in horror that the clock was way more than it should have been. Therefore, he hadn't taken a shower, hadn't brushed his hair, hadn't cuddled in bed with his lover, and hadn't had his morning tea, which he, although it stood there in front of him, tempting him with it's lovely, sweet smell of roses, wouldn't have time to drink. Hell, he didn't even have time to sit there and think about drinking it!

"Why don't you just pick another pair of shoes, yeah," Deidara pointed out, smiling. "They're by the door, remember?"

Letting his forehead meet the table once more in frustration, Sasori shot up from his sitting position, and stomped his way to the door, leaving behind his chuckling boyfriend. How did he manage to not realize that he could simply use some other shoes? He shook his head, eyeing the tiny room, if it could even be called anything else than a very tall box, that ever since the day before had held their outer clothes, winter clothes, jackets and shoes. The former three were hung up inside a closet, except for some lighter jackets and hoodies who were hung on a couple of hooks, prepared for the nice summer warmth (even though snow still painted the rather brown and withering scenery in the early days of February). The shoes were neatly placed on a tiny rack under the hooks. Though, they weren't what his brown eyes really focused on. On the inner doormat, a black, perforated rubber-square, the other shoe, which was more fond of travelling than the one currently located on Sasori's foot, was innocently staring up at him with puppy eyes in form of two black paper circles dotted with white stars. A note was sticking up from it, the side facing the redhead reading "you can't be mad at this cute, little, innocent shoe, can you?"

Before even touching the shoe, he brushed the eyes off and picked the note up, maybe just a bit calmer due to his boyfriend's playfulness in the morning; no one else would dare mess with him that early. The fact that he got up early, didn't mean that he wasn't grumpy in the mornings.

Opening the twice folded note, black, dearly familiar letters stared up at him with innocence.

"Good morning, love. Because you didn't find that (look in your shoe)…"

Doing as the note, obviously written by his lover, told him, lithe fingers reached into the relatively small shoe. They met resistance, the ice cold, steely kind, that told him the item was made of metal. Not bothering to take his time guessing what it was, he pulled it out, and recognized it as his digital clock, which had the best time of it's three year old life by hiding from Sasori in the mornings. Digital clocks were always much more precise, which was why he'd gotten it in the first place. He smiled; he'd completely forgotten it in his hurry. Eyes narrowed though, as he noticed something peculiar: The clock didn't show any numbers near those Sasori's still half-asleep eyes had read off the alarm clock on his nightstand, (eight,) but just a little past seven, which meant he had good time. Smiling at his own stupidity, and the blonde's thoughtfulness, he looked back at the note.

"…before you started hurrying, I decided to help you a little on your way to your oh-so-precious school, by making this list.

1. I found your left shoe beneath a t-shirt, just beside where you put on your right shoe.

2. You didn't take the time to eat breakfast, so I made you some (although it's pretty simple) and put it in a box. It's in your car.

3. Nor did you drink your tea, which I prepared for you to see when you sat down in front of me by the table, where I reminded you that you did have other pairs of shoes. I put most of it in a thermos, and it is, along with a box of sugar, beside your breakfast.

4. I put your wallet, sketchbook and pencil case in a bag, so have fun with a friend, sit down in a park or something else for at least two hours after school, and I'll have dinner ready when you come home.

Have a good day, babe, and enjoy being half a decade early, as you always are. I'll be waiting here when you come home.

(I wrote this list right after you started stumbling around the house. When you finish reading, you're going to shake your head, smile, and think about how I know you too well.)

PS: Never forget the last point on the list:

5. I love you."

Sasori shook his head and smiled, indeed thinking about how his boyfriend knew him too well. Seeing as he had plenty of time now, the redhead took his time pulling on that dark grey hoodie with a subtle rose on the right shoulder, and didn't hurry at all with his shoe. Grabbing his messenger bag that contained all the books he'd need, and his keys, he stepped out of the house with a smile. Now, the Akasuna seldom did smile for a long time, which was one of the reasons their friends and family all said that he and his boyfriend were meant to be. Even though they had quite a lot of fights, none of them personal as it all revolved around their opinions of art, Deidara was the only one who'd get the redhead to smile for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

Reading the note one last time as he walked out of the apartment building, he smiled, folded it neatly and slid it into his front pocket. Maybe the morning wasn't that bad after all?

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