Prompt: You smell nice.
Beads of light belonging to a faint sunrise flutter through the blinds that had been neglected the night prior. They scatter themselves so innocently amongst unkempt sheets, those that are currently twisted and knotted around slim legs, neglecting anything from his waist upwards. Rei's fingers lightly grasp at the cotton material spread beneath him, and eye lids flutter briefly as he soon registers the lack of warmth that was once around him. Eyes that were previously submerged into an endless pit of sleep, find themselves watering slightly, though he's soon palming them to rid them of the faint ache. He crinkles his nose faintly, mostly because he's now registering the fact that he's awake, but also because there's a faint smell of coffee, which indicates that Kai is already awake.
It shouldn't surprise him that Kai would be up so early, it's a routine that Kai has yet to shake, and Rei considers himself an early riser of some sorts, he certainly isn't the sort to spring into action at the crack of dawn. He might also have a sense of sympathy about him, but he also knew, that should the tables be turned, Kai wouldn't have an essence of sympathy for him, and his routines. He pushes the blankets away from him, using his hands to carefully unravel the collection of material from around his ankles, forcing them into a collective bunch at the end of the bed - he'd sort them later on. Rei collects a mass of dark, raven hair between his fingers, runs his palms through it, before pulling it from his view and lightly tying it back.
It also shouldn't surprise him that the balcony door is wide open, and amongst the dim light, he can make out Kai's figure. Even on his own, his posture is straight and firm, and there's an edge of seriousness about him. There's an elegance to the way one arm is spread out slightly aside of him, palm pressed flush to the brick, in aid of supporting his tired weight. There's a lacking elegance however, to the way that the t-shirt that Kai is currently wearing is only partly tucked into the span of his pyjama bottoms, and how the material is just set around his hips, barely supported by his waist, as if Kai lacked in the patience to dress himself, and placed on whatever was closest.
"You were up even earlier this morning." Rei's voice is caught within his throat, captured by the essence of sleep, and translating into a tired mumble. His arms reach outwards, palms pressed tight against Kai's stomach, before shifting up his torso, and just settling against his chest. His chin rests against Kai's shoulder, settling between the fine dents, where he releases a small breath, that lightly licks up against the side of Kai's neck. He seems far from phased, but his faint smile is noted, despite such efforts to dismiss it.
"I couldn't sleep." Kai states. A blunt statement, and he needn't say anything else. He moves his hand from the balcony ledge, and moves it towards where Rei's hands have collected and bundled the material of the t-shirt. His fingers press over lightly. Behind him, Rei is generously rolling a set of amber tinged eyes, dimmed by the lack of sleep. He noses Kai's shoulder lightly, lips pursing slightly, and occasionally he presses light and delicate kisses against the material, though he isn't all too sure if Kai can feel the kisses.
"You smell nice. You smell like coffee. And... Something else. But you smell nice." Kai scoffs at this point.
"I smell like you."
"You're wearing my t-shirt, aren't you?" Rei tilts his head slightly to one side, fond eyes dancing upon the face that he's become so fond of, and adores in ways that no one else could adore. By now he can see that Kai was closed his eyes within the silence, and his lashes barely manage to touch the skin that dots underneath his eyes.
"Besides, what's wrong with "smelling like me,"? You don't exactly smell like a bouquet of roses yourself, y'know?"
"You smell like vanilla and orange. But it was the closest t-shirt I could find, without waking you up." Kai responds, having noted the faint offence that mildly labelled the tone of Rei. Thankfully, he still had his arms wrapped around his torso, so he clearly wasn't that offended by the remark. Rei always smelt of vanilla and orange, but there was a sharp tinge of something else, a forest scent, or a spiced wood scent, there's probably a faint mint freshness to it, something peculiar. Kai prefers a sharp smell of cinnamon and spices, charcoal and a burning campfire. Not vanilla. He soon notes that Rei has removed his arms from around him, hands that once simmered upon that same, reoccurring spot had now moved, and Rei came to stand aside of him, hips lightly pressed up against the ledge of the balcony, and Kai admires the dip within Rei's spine as he stretches. One arm reaches out, a slight fist that reaches for the dim sky above him, whilst the other has just dipped under the collar of his t-shirt, where fingers slightly prod and smooth over the skin there.
"What happened to your clothes?" He finally asks, though his question comes out as a tired mumble. He rarely mumbles, but he's mumbling now, and late nights, with earlier mornings don't exactly help him. They had stayed up until two talking about... Well, anything. They'd been locked legged, with their chests press flush against one another, and occasionally, Kai would have dipped his head low enough to settle his face into the crook of Rei's neck. It was mostly Rei who had his nose pressed lightly to the span of Kai's throat, whilst Kai's chin would set upon the top of his head. Actually they spoke about a few things. Themselves, Tyson and Max, Chief and Hilary. Rei had even questioned the unstable relationship that Kai appeared to share with Tyson's brother, and Kai labelled it as him being better at character references than people gave him credit for. They had even spoken about the fourth Championship, and Kai had admitted that he wasn't all too sure if he would enter the next tournament, which seemed almost alarming to Rei, but he offered not to pry further.
"I spilt coffee." It's hard making coffee in the dark, and I didn't want to wake you. Rei snorts, a notion of amusement running through him as he vaguely imagines Kai attempting to pour coffee within the dark, never the faces that he must have pulled when he released it had gone over himself. He almost wants to ask how it's possible, but then assumes that he must have split it when he was attempting to get through the darkness to the balcony. He stretches out his hand, and removes the cup that was previously entwined between Kai's fingers. His lips press innocently against the rim of the mug and in taking a small sip, he realises that Kai must have been up longer than Rei had previously anticipated.
"It's cold."
"Clearly. Captain Obvious."
"Come back to bed."
"No."
"It's just gone 5:30, you can sleep for a little longer. The others won't be up for a good couple of hours yet." Rey says. He passes the cup back, and honestly, he wonders how Kai can even drink it cold. It's bitter enough when it's hot, and more so when it is cold. It serves him with an after taste that leaves him impatiently sucking on his teeth, and praying to taste something else. He reaches for Kai's free hand - the one that was almost eager to slip into the pocket of his bottoms - and digits slip between the fine spaces, and provide a faint squeeze. Oh, he notes the roll of eyes that Kai serves, the playful sort, not the sort that Kai usually serves Tyson with, or others when they do something beyond ridiculous. No. This is Kai caving in to Rei, because Rei really is the only person that Kai will cave into. Rei stretches upwards, balancing upon the tip of his toes, free hand reaching for Kai's face, thumb secure on one cheek, whilst his other fingers reach up the other cheek. He gives a faint squeeze, and Kai swears that if it had been anyone else that had dared to do this to him, that'd be the last thing they'd have ever done, but it's Rei, and Kai sometimes despises how he can come undone around him. He sometimes despises how Rei can skill his skin and not crawl at the impact of the scars and the scuffs, he despises how every single wall that he has ever created, is taken down brick by brick when it comes to Rei. He despises that around Rei everything can be so easy, but he only despises it sometimes.
"Don't think you're getting out of this." He says, fingers still lightly squeezing the cheeks of Kai, enough to leave Kai's lips faint pursing, and Rei takes this as his chance. It's gentle and patient, never rushed nor heavy, and if it is, it's Kai that made it so. It lingers, before Rei pulls away, faint smile nodded, and so is Kai's. This is far too easy, and Kai is easily being pulled along with him.