Mmmpf. Oh it's morning.

Or noon. There was no way to guess the exact time without checking. All that Yasuo knew was that the day was up and sun light flooded the bedroom. Surely this would wake him up bit by bit, not even thinking about it. No, a bit more sleep.

It would be really nice just to stay there and sleep for a few more hours. However his inner clock seemed to have another opinion, as he slowly woke up.

Now he registered a few things and indeed memories from the night came back. Anyway, it wasn't difficult to see that he was in a far too unfamiliar place, room that he didn't know. Ah yes.

Good sign, it meant he hadn't drank a lot last night. Just enough to have fun and not too much to the point of forgetting that he found a one night stand. At last. Even without paying too much attention he knew the other guy was still here, in bed, an arm slung over him in his sleep. First night after a few months.

Yasuo was more than glad, he got some sweet time after a long wait. The real intent behind was also to distract himself. Seeing Yi every day didn't help his case and the 'incident' the previous week made it clear that he needed to get laid before he got into more troubles. Now he could breathe, this was going to solve everything. No risk to get these damned dreams again. I hope. It should work, it was just a stupid crush. Nothing serious.

Delicious train of thought, wasn't it ? Exactly who he shouldn't think about. Not that he tried to forget his friend but that was exactly what he was, a friend. Not someone to see in a wet dream because he can't control his crush.

Hopefully all this was potentially over. He couldn't wait any longer. Now he was able to see and find some people to sleep at night, all the better for the two of them. A bit more and it would have turned awkward at home.

Home…

How quick to call it home. More than two months and he considered it like his second home. Shit, still gonna have to move. Yet each time he had looked up for any place to rent, it was still extremely expensive. Not the time to move yet.

Did he really want to ? I don't know. He enjoyed being around Yi, no matter how terribly he reacted around him sometimes. But Yasuo was also reluctant to be a burden for his friend, he was still bothering him at his own home.

Don't think about that now. It wasn't really happy and he didn't need that mood right now. Instead he stretched and curled into the blanket, enjoying this peaceful morning as he could.

Sleep was definitely gone. After something like ten minutes – as he felt it – Yasuo got bored and looked for his phone. Good for him, it was in reach not far. What time is it ?

It became a very secondary concern the second he found several texts from Yi. What ?

[Hey, is everything fine ? I'm just checking, it's late.]

[Yasuo?]

[Did anything happen ? Or are you coming back?]

[Yasuo ? Answer me, please. Soon I'll have to go to bed.]

All these messages weren't received at the same time, around one hour or less between each. Yasuo couldn't think anymore, worry kicking in. Oh no. Yi had been trying to contact him, surely because he was worried and didn't see him come back.

He read it over and over again, checking if it wasn't his mind making things up. Shit. It seemed that he didn't notice the texts and judging from the time, surely he was too drunk or already with that guy. Busy.

His thoughts raced, an agonizing trip between light peace for being cared about and serious worry because it actually looked like Yi stayed up until four in the morning waiting. For him. Like, Yasuo remembered last saturday, the latter had stayed up until he came back, which was around maybe one in the morning. It was too new, no way to know if this was a habit or not. Most likely, Yi did it on purpose because he could go to bed later that night.

What stayed in his mind was crushing guilt. No one died but he felt bad for knowing that his friend had waited for his return, texted him when he seemed late and worried.

[hey, i'm fine!]

[sry, slept outside]

[nothing bad, i swear]

[just found some guy and slept at his place]

[i'm coming back home]

It was quite rushed but he had no other way. He wanted to make sure that Yi knew he was alright, nothing happened.

The awful feeling didn't leave, settling in his chest. It wasn't a betrayal or anything of the sort yet he falt bad for this. Yi was far too nice with him and now it made him stay awake too late for nothing. How could a friend just cut any contact on accident the time of the night ? Plus, he knew the latter always tried to look after him, even lightly.

Unable to stay still, he got up and looked for his clothes. On reflex he wanted to go back home, at least to explain himself and apologize. Looking around and seeing that man he slept with, Yasuo could just feel worse. Having fun, oblivious to the fact that Yi was waiting for him. It only made him go faster, putting on quickly his clothes.

« Leaving ? » Deep voice, still heavy with sleep.

Yasuo barely turned to the other, too busy in taking his things and going away.

« Yeah, sorry. Something happened, gotta go. » He really really hoped he didn't look or sounded panicked, this was the least thing he wanted.

« Oh, alright. See ya, I guess. » Small move to look at him but that man stayed in bed, obviously too close to fall alseep again and far too uncaring about the world.

Quick nod as he grabbed his phone and few important things, before leaving for good. Not a single look behind. That was how it usually went with his one night stand, good fuck, nice goodbye but the silent promise not to meet again. He didn't want to, he didn't need to. Yasuo just ran out of the flat, in the stairs and did his best to remember where he was in the city.

Then came the time of worry, checking his phone every minute. No reply from Yi. It made him scared, probably the latter was mad at him for this, even if he never really held a grudge against anyone for long. Yasuo wanted to be home to explain everything. I'm sorry.

After what felt like the longest time he ever spent in public transports, Yasuo at last made it to their familiar neighborhood. Half running, he went inside their building, waited for the elevator in impatience and reached their door.

Right there he gathered that small courage he had, ready for the storm incoming. It wouldn't be too harsh, he knew Yi but he felt so bad, as if he disappointed him. Relax, do it.

As if to show nothing was like normal, Lily didn't rush to try to escape as soon as he opened the door. Nowhere to be seen or heard. Where is she ?

Yasuo closed the door and locked. Just when he was about to call for Yi, he found him. On the couch. Asleep.

Oh…

That was too much, he was breathless from the run, clawed by guilt and now he just found out his friend was so tired he merely fell asleep on the couch. Not even open like for sleep time. His strenghts abandoned him and he simply slided down the door, recovering slowly, gaze stuck on this peaceful view of the living room.

He's here…

It was so bittersweet because it looked very quiet and cozy like a sunday yet he was too aware of the reasons for all this. Yi fell asleep there waiting for him, he was even snuggled in his blanket, after probably finishing lying down on the couch. Cute. Too cute for his heart and Yasuo was supposed just to forget. How could he succeed if everything became an obstacle ?

The last detail that killed him was Lily. At first he didn't see her then suddenly yes. She was sleeping in a ball, in that small space under Yi's arm. Snuggled there. Obviously she went there by herself while he was sleeping and she had found the perfect nap spot. Yasuo wanted to take a picture, this was far too adorable. However the idea might not be good, he would hate to wake Yi up.

For now he could breathe but soon they would have to talk. He stayed there, unwilling to move, gazing at his quiet scene. His guilt was a bit decreased but no doubt he wouldn't forget about that night.

I'll be careful next time.

In the end, he still got up and quietly made himself at ease without bothering the two sleepy cuties. Instead, he started to think about what to cook for lunch. This would still be a way to be forgiven, for the trouble.