On long subway rides, people are prone to fall asleep. On the seat near the door sit a young couple, their happinees shining through their sleeping faces. Snoring lightly on the other's shoulder lay a small head with small braids. With his arm wrapped around the small figure and his head cushioned by the hair on the top of the other's head, sat one with a relaxed expression, though his features suggested he was often frowning.

Anyone who laid eyes upon the pair would smile at the simple joy of it all.

…

Silently curled up against the arm of a heavy sofa lay the usually chatterbox bard. The sound of a key turning in the lock failed to awaken him as someone opened the door to the apartment. In walked a tired-looking youth, evidently exhausted after a day at work.

Spotting the figure on the couch, a light smile tugged at his lips. He picked up the light blanket which the bard had kicked away in his sleep. Curling himself around the bard, he adjusted the blanket to cover the both of them and blissfully fell to sleep.

…

The teal-haired youth glanced over at his boyfriend, who was happily consuming an ice-cream, one arm holding the cone, the other looped around the youth's own arm. It was a week-end, and they had decided to do some sightseeing. Of course, hard exercise like that required for them to get an ice-cream.

He kissed his boyfriend and tasted the sweet creamy vanilla.

…

Trying to focus on the teacher and not the boy beside him, the teal-haired youth bit desperately on the back of his pencil. His braid-headed friend was drooling happily over his textbooks, the teacher too focused on teaching to notice.

This professor had that effect on people.

He struggled to not fall to the same drooling fate as his friend, breathing a sigh of relief as the bell rang for lunch. Gently waking up his friend, he supported the half-sleeping teenager, his head resting on his shoulder as they made their way to the cafeteria.

…

Arms wrapped firmly around the waist of the teal-haired youth sitting in front of him, the bard closed his eyes to enjoy the wind blowinng through his hair. Sitting on the backseat of a motorcycle, he hummed as he and his boyfriend rode on the lit city streets. Flashing in and out of the yellow light of the streetlamps, he could just make out the ears of his boyfriend underneath his long hair.

He leaned his head onto his boyfriend's back, and hummed contentedly all the way home.

…

Sounds of searing oil drifted toward his ears as the teal-haired youth made his way closer to the kitchen. Seeing the little bard standing at the stove, one hand holding a spatul, the other holding onto the handle of the pan he was using, he smilingly made his way over.

"You frying eggs?"

Used to the familiar voice, the cook didn't slow in his movements as he continued to scramble the eggs.

"Scrambling"

"Ah. I see. Scrambling"

The youth opened the cupboards and reached for a plate, setting it on the counter. The bard-turn-cook sprinkled some salt over the eggs, scrambling for a tick longer to spread the seasoning, before tipping over the pot to dump the ready eggs on the plate.

Wrapping his arms around the bard from behind, the youth hepled him tip over the heavy pan as he settled his head in the crook of the bard's neck. He stayed there, unwilling to move.

"Let go"

"No"

"We're going to burn something or someone with the pan"

He slowly released the bard, waiting for the pan to be set down before pouncing again.

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Written because 1) I'm too lazy to write a proper fic 2) I'v only had short periods of free time this week, each span maybe around 5 minutes, just enough to write a short (short) story and 3) I'm too lazy to think of a plot. Pls enjoy the fluff