[ midnight. cool. he's still got a few hours before he has to get up, and a cat nap at samatoki's sounds like the perfect way to start his day. he'll kick himself out around six to make sure his brothers are taken care of, send them off to school with lunch and a hair ruffle like he's their actual parent (for the most part, he is.)
here, though, ichiro doesn't have to think about his responsibilities, at least for a little bit. he lets his sleepy thoughts drift to the person next to him, who smells like cigarette smoke and cologne, who has been ichiro's mentor and partner and, arguably, favorite non-family person in the entire world since the day they've met. he'd wait around forever; a few hours is nothing.
even half asleep, ichiro feels samatoki relax. it sends something warm through him, and ichiro is a dumb high school kid in love. he hasn't really said it out loud or anything, but he knows he is. these little gestures just confirm it, and if samatoki's paying close enough attention to him, too, he might feel ichiro's smile widen against his shoulder. ] Mmmmkay.
[ there's a bit of a pause as if he's dozed off, but, after a few moments, ichiro speaks up again, a little muffled, those same fingers tracing a lazy pattern that hasn't stopped since he settled back in, up and down, just because it's there. ] Y'want me to make breakfast? [ pancakes, or something, maybe. he'll have to get up a little earlier. ] Tomorrow. [ it'll be worth it, though. coffee and breakfast together is so stupidly domestic. tomorrow maybe they'll go tag or do something gang-like, but in the late evening, everything's softened to a hum instead of a scream. ]
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here, though, ichiro doesn't have to think about his responsibilities, at least for a little bit. he lets his sleepy thoughts drift to the person next to him, who smells like cigarette smoke and cologne, who has been ichiro's mentor and partner and, arguably, favorite non-family person in the entire world since the day they've met. he'd wait around forever; a few hours is nothing.
even half asleep, ichiro feels samatoki relax. it sends something warm through him, and ichiro is a dumb high school kid in love. he hasn't really said it out loud or anything, but he knows he is. these little gestures just confirm it, and if samatoki's paying close enough attention to him, too, he might feel ichiro's smile widen against his shoulder. ] Mmmmkay.
[ there's a bit of a pause as if he's dozed off, but, after a few moments, ichiro speaks up again, a little muffled, those same fingers tracing a lazy pattern that hasn't stopped since he settled back in, up and down, just because it's there. ] Y'want me to make breakfast? [ pancakes, or something, maybe. he'll have to get up a little earlier. ] Tomorrow. [ it'll be worth it, though. coffee and breakfast together is so stupidly domestic. tomorrow maybe they'll go tag or do something gang-like, but in the late evening, everything's softened to a hum instead of a scream. ]