Pain radiated through Akihiko's face as the fist collided with his nose. He could barely open his eyes from the shock and the water starting to stream out of them. With effort he peeked out from his lids at the dark lump lying next to him. This had been a normal occurrence for the past few weeks.
Misaki had developed a habit of sleeping in the middle of the bed, legs and arms sprawled everywhere and it was not unusual for in his quest for comfort he would suddenly change position or stretch out causing fists and feet to go flying everywhere, often resulting in injury to the grumpy sleep-deprived author.
Akihiko knew the procedure by now and how to make Misaki stop. He shifted back over to his love and wrapped both arms and legs around the younger man. Misaki frowned slightly in his sleep, unsure of his opinion on this new position. Akihiko kissed his forehead and cheeks over and over again until the young man's face relaxed again and he settled back into a deep sleep.
Akihiko buried his face into Misaki's neck and breathed in the heavenly scent. The midnight attacks were worth it while he was the one who got to soothe them.