( unfortunately for ichiro, samatoki doesn't come home until much later. it's past the proverbial curfew and sure enough there's no one to greet him when he unlocks the door. he wonders if that means the brat gave up and went home in the end, but boy was he ever wrong once he finds ichiro sleeping in his bed. in his jacket. he has to resist the urge to kick the boy outright.
if he were being honest with himself though, coming home to this isn't exactly a bad thing. there won't be any complaints when he reaches for ichiro's head to muss up his hair almost affectionately before leaving him for a bit to change out his clothes. he only gets as far as taking his shirt off and kicking away his shoes before he climbs onto the bed.
here's hoping he doesn't wake ichiro up when he pulls him closer. his jacket is going to be ruined, but whatever... he'll let it slide this time... )
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if he were being honest with himself though, coming home to this isn't exactly a bad thing. there won't be any complaints when he reaches for ichiro's head to muss up his hair almost affectionately before leaving him for a bit to change out his clothes. he only gets as far as taking his shirt off and kicking away his shoes before he climbs onto the bed.
here's hoping he doesn't wake ichiro up when he pulls him closer. his jacket is going to be ruined, but whatever... he'll let it slide this time... )