Summary: K needs a hair tie, and quickly.
G.G.G.
It was another early morning that Hiro was woken up with the pipe of a gun pointed straight at him. He groaned and swatted it away, grumbling a "Grow up you big sissy!" at the man he knew was standing beside his bed.
"Get up Hiroshi."
Hiro slowly lifted his head from the nice soft comforting pillow and glared at K.
"It's not time yet. My alarmclock hasn't rung. Go away." He snarled, once again burying his face in the pillow.
"I know. Technically you don't have to be up yet. This is a more... personal visit."
Hiro's heart thumped at the words 'Personal visit' and suddenly he found himself wide awake. He sat up grumpily, still glaring at K, trying to ignore the jitters in his stomach.
"Right. Personal visit. So what is it you want that is so... personal?" Hiro surely didn't mean it to come out that huskily. Really.
K narrowed his eyes a bit before answering. "I need a hair tie."
Now that Hiro thought about it, K's hair was not in its usual pony tail, but was flowing freely over his shoulders and torso. The thin streaks of sunlight that made its way through the Venetian blinds made stripes of his hair glow golden, and Hiro for his part couldn't fathom why K didn't leave his hair down more often. It framed his face nicely, he actually looked a bit angelic–not that Hiro'd ever dare to voice that thought. He liked his head where it was thank-you very much.
Hiro twisted his mouth to one side, scratching his head contemplatively. Hair ties...
"Somewhere in the bathroom, go get it yourself." He once again sank back into the welcoming and still warm bed. Only, there was no other sound of movement, and when he turned his head back again K was still standing there.
"What?" He croaked.
"Erm, no offense, but I'm not going in there." K stated solemnly.
Hiro rolled his eyes. He was a neat person usually. It was only his bathroom that got clustered with things, and that was mainly because he shoved everything in there when he cleaned. Ok, so maybe he wasn't that neat a person. He whimpered and untangled his legs from the covers, groggily stood up, and dragging his feet went over to the bathroom door. He ignored the pile of rubbish that toppled over as he opened the door, and squeezed himself in between the toilet seat and the sink before rummaging through a cupboard in search for the–as he came to realise–very hard to find hair ties. This was so stupid. His head was pounding, his feet were freezing, and his arm was stuck between the wall and a stray skateboard–why did he have that there anyway?–going more numb by the minute. He pushed away a bar of soap and a bottle of purple nailpolish–Shuichi's surely–to find a bottle of sun-tan lotion.
"Why do you need a hair tie?" He called out to K, just i slightly /i frustrated.
His hand flew over what he thought were a couple of tweezers, and further back where there was something softer...
"It looks girly if you have long hair and it's not tied up." K answered distractedly.
BINGO. Hiro pulled out a bight pink hair tie triumphantly and smiled. Then he did a double take. Girly? He carefully slipped out of the door and closed it before anything had time to fall out. He walked up to K slowly, twisting the hair-tie in his fingers.
"Did you just call me..." he said menacingly, stepping into K's personal space, tilting his head to the side, "girly?"
K swallowed. "Y-Yes?"
Hiro glared and held the hand holding the hair tie out behind him. "I want an extra hour of sleep for this."
K wrinkled his nose. "It's pink." He reached out to grab the hair tie, but Hiro held it further back, and K's hand gripped around Hiro's wrist instead. "Twenty minutes." The words were spoken directly over Hiro's lips, and he struggled not to shiver.
"Forty."
K narrowed his eyes and held tighter around Hiro's wrist, where the pulse was beating madly. "Thirty. And I want you dressed and ready by then."
"Done." Hiro brought his arm closer to his body, K's hand loosening its grip and fingers sliding into Hiro's palm. Hiro took a breath, breathing in the clean scent of the other man, and pressed the hair tie into K's fingers. "There you go."
K shot him one last look before stepping away, grumbling "Pink," under his breath, and added, "8:30 sharp!" over his shoulder as he closed the trailer door.
Hiro sighed and reset his alarmclock. Though, looking down at his pyjama pants he realised that going back to sleep was not really an option anymore.
G.G.G.
