A little more
It was never easy admitting that someone you loved or cared about was blatantly ignoring you. Hiro, sadly, had to subdue to such fate as it had been two weeks since Tadashi and him had spoke those three ‘forbidden’ words.
He wouldn’t have even noticed it if it weren’t for, after a few days, Hiro went to the cafe to talk to Tadashi about the roof plan, but when Tadashi came out, little apron wrapped around him with a few drinks in his hands; he spotted Hiro and set down the drinks before speeding off into the house without even more than a second glance.
Hiro, being nice as he could, excused it as nerves and let it go with just ordering a to-go cup of coffee with a treat and heading home. He had waited that night for hours for any kind of message from Tadashi, or a knock on the door, or maybe even a letter, but nothing showed. The college man finally settled into bed around 2 am.
It then went like this for days; Hiro would see Tadashi anywhere, and when the boy saw him he fled. His friends, when they spotted the 16-year-old, laughed and thought that maybe he just had a crush on Hiro and was too shy to speak up about it. Expect, he knew about the crush, and it was more than a crush by now, but they just didn’t know. No one knew, and it killed Hiro on the inside not to be able to complain about it.
He thought about telling them about a boy he liked, not naming him, and the ignoring problem. It could go at least two ways; they’d figure out it’s Tadashi, or they’ll nag him until he tells them who it is.
Truthfully, this was like hell. He couldn’t get Tadashi to pay him any attention, and it was dragging on his mood. That’s how he got here, in front of the cafe as it’s about to close. Slowly, he makes his way inside and rings the bell on the front counter.
“Sorry, we’re closing-- Oh, Hiro!” Cass came around from the door that lead to the kitchen, dusting her hands off on her apron, “What brings you over so late, dear?”
Hiro paused a second, playing with the sling on his bag, “Well.. I came to talk to Tadashi about something.”
Cass paused, a worried expression crossing her face as she started to untie her apron, “Sorry, sweetie,” She said in an understanding tone, “But Tadashi doesn’t want to talk to anyone right now. He finished dinner awhile ago and since let himself rot away in that garage of his.. He said not to let anyone bother him.. Sadly, including you.”
“Oh.” His tone was bland as his eyes traveled to the ground, looking at his dirty shoes, “Alright, I’ll catch him another time, then.”
“Bye sweetie, come back anytime!” Cass called out as Hiro left the store silently, turning down the street to his apartment complex.
He paused a moment, looking down the empty alley way that held Tadashi in the garage. Considering it, only for a moment, he dived down the darkened path and went to the first garage door. He set his back down, grabbing at the handle and tugging softly. It was locked, to Hiro’s dismay.
But that didn’t stop him. Hiro could see the light coming from the room as it glowed at the bottom of the garage door; so he leaned forward, pressing his ear against the metal door and listened.
“One more screw and you should be alright, buddy..” Came a muffled Tadashi’s tired and hoarse voice, as if he’d been yelling, or worse, crying. “There. Let’s trying this again, yeah? Yeah..”
Hiro waited as he heard Tadashi move, a couple stumbling steps. He couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of Tadashi tripping over himself, or his tools more likely. He was always so light on his feet, it was amazing he doesn’t fall as often as Hiro does. Tadashi was perfect, though. His smile, his hair, those dumb green braces.. His laugh was even better.
“Okay…” Tadashi spoke again, a little closer to the garage door and catching Hiro’s attention again, “..Ow?”
The sound of pain was questionable, and Hiro was more than definitely questioning it. There was a small noise-- Was something inflating? He waited, trying to hear more before a loud screech rang over the room, and shot Hiro right in the ear.
The college man stumbled back, arms flailing as he fell to the ground. He hissed in pain, covering his mouth as so the other couldn’t hear it. The screech had soon been stopped, Hiro guessed by Tadashi, and calmly slide back up to the door.
“Uuugh.. Not again.. Guess it’s time to go back to the drawing board..” Tadashi breathed in, “..I’m not giving up on you..” The lights flicked, catching Hiro’s attention as he nelt closer, “You’re gonna help a lot of people one day.”
It was silent then, and it continued for another 20 minutes. He could barely hear Tadashi scribbling or typing at his computer. It was probably going to last as just that until the other went to bed, or for the rest of the night. You never really knew with the younger boy.
Hiro sighed silently as he grabbed his bag again and stood up, taking a moment to stretch and pop his joints. He took one more final look at the garage door before parting his way back to his apartment.
Once he was home, he settled in for the night, laying himself on the couch with old take-out in his hand as he flipped through channels mindlessly until he finished his dinner and fixed himself a nice spot on the couch and dozed off.
He didn’t get much sleep, as he was awoke to a loud crashing sound-- Or what seemed like a crashing sound. It was just his lights all suddenly shutting off, along with his TV that he had forgotten to turn off before. There were a few loud groans coming from his neighbors, and he heard some guy yell and swear from upstairs.
‘Blackout?’ He thought as he got himself up, going to his window and opening the curtains.
Hiro was welcomed with darkness, and a few flashlights in the distance. The whole block seemed to have gone without light, which puzzled him. This hasn’t happened since he was using something high-voltage.. Tadashi.
His mind quickly went to the blinking lights that he noted from early that night. He jumped over his small coffee table, slipping on his slippers and charging to the door. He swung it open, but had been stopped. There stood Aunt Cass, mochi in one hand as she held up the other, a surprised look on her face.
“C-Cass?” Hiro asked, his eyebrows knotted as he looked over the tired woman, still in her pajama shorts and t-shirt.
She gave him a tired grin, lowering her hand to wrap it around Mochi, “Ah-- I was just checking if you’re okay! Our power went out, and then so did other peoples along the street so I thought I’d check on you.”
Hiro nodded slowly, shuffling back, “Come in?”
Cass smiled, thanking him as she stepped into the dark house. Hiro peeked out, looking both ways as to try to find the younger boy, “Uh.. Where’s Tadashi?”
The woman sat herself on Hiro’s couch, sighing, “I tried to get him to come out to come check on you, but all he did was mumble that he was busy, but to tell you he said hello.” She finished the sentence with a small smile on her face.
“Alright..” Hiro said, an almost defeated tone in his voice as he sank down next to Cass, ”Well.. Tell him I said hey back, and that we need to hang out soon.”
“Of course..” Cass responded slowly, seemingly thinking of something. Hiro waited before she just smiled again, “Hiro.. I need to thank you.”
“Thank me? But I--”
“You’ve been a wonderful friend to Tadashi. After he moved here, and since he had graduated a bit early from highschool..” She paused, moving her hands about; but Hiro nodded, understanding what she meant, “He’s only really had you to get along so well. He even admired you from afar.. When he saw your presentation at the university-- He was astonished. For awhile, I thought he even developed a little crush on you..”
Hiro had leaned in now, grabbing the hem of his shirt helplessly as she continued on, “But that day you first talked to him-- In a manner of not just simple greeting. It really got to him. He was more than ecstatic.”
She paused, causing Hiro to wriggle in his spot as if to beg her to continue, “Thank you, Hiro. But, I’m a tired woman who more than needs her beauty sleep.”
Hiro chuckled now, his being filled with joy, “Alright, I won’t keep you..”
He watched her stand, but as she reached the door, Cass paused, “Hey.. Hiro? I’ll be gone for a few or so days, for this convention that would like my food served. Since Tadashi’s getting into so much work, he forgets to do things.. Could you keep an eye on him?”
Hiro stood up, walking to the door and holding it open for Aunt Cass, “I would love to.”
---
The man stood in front of the cafe, it was around 6 by now and Cass had parted an hour ago. He hadn’t left school since then, but he stopped and got food for them. Two ham sandwiches with potato chips and two bottles of coke. Hiro paused, holding the key in one hand, trying to balance the food in the bag so the sandwiches wouldn’t get ruined.
The sign on the door said ‘We’ll be back in four days! You may still call and make delivery orders on a later date!’. In hindsight, Hiro thought Cass was too nice for her good, but it warmed his heart to see such a gracious woman.
He stuck the key into the door, rattling it open before stepping inside, locking it once he was in the cafe. It was a little dark, aside from the light outside shining into the room. Settling the food on the table, the large blob that was only to be recognized as Mochi came toppling down the steps; cat door, right. Hiro smiled, kneeling to pet the cat that was pleading for attention, and then waited a few seconds, seeing if Tadashi would appear after the feline to join him downstairs, but he didn’t.
The elder sighed, patting the cat’s head before standing once again. He made his way towards the hallway that lead back to the garage side door. The constricting hall made his chest tighten as he edged down to the fated door.
Pausing, he held his hand up at the door, giving a simple knock, “Hey, Tadashi, it’s Hiro.. “
There was no answer, only silence in return. Hiro had honestly expected it. He rubbed his arm nervously, knocking again, “I’m gonna be watching you while your aunt’s away..”
“What?” Tadashi voice finally rang through the heavy door, and with following footsteps and the sound of a lock being free’d, the young boy was standing in front of Hiro again, “Aunt Cass is gone?”
Hiro blinked at the question, seemingly confused, “Well.. She went to this-- Catering thing I think.. She didn’t tell you?”
Tadashi was silent as Hiro was second before, scratching at his messy hair, “I mean.. She might have mentioned it. I don’t really remember.”
Hiro stayed quiet, staring at Tadashi. He hardly looked like himself, his hair was disheveled, his clothes a mess-- even his shirt had some stains on it from oil to food. He questioned if the kid has yet to take a shower since he last saw him.
The eldest man cleared his throat, hastily grabbing the younger boy and yanking him off the ground and over his shoulder; accompanied with the usual whining and thrashing that a teenager would do-- Did Tadashi get bigger since two weeks ago? Pushing the thought from his head, Hiro shut the door; just barely as he tried to keep the wriggling child in his arms from escaping his tender-but-not-really hold.
Finally getting the door shut, Hiro all but ran down the small hallway into the dimly-lit cafe. The setting sun giving off less light than it had before, causing him to stumble a big with a still fidgeting Tadashi against his shoulder.
“Tadashi!” Hiro spoke up, frantically as his hip crashed into the counter, “Stop wiggling! You smell awful and need a shower-- And something to eat!”
All whining and fighting stopped then, causing the man to look up at the boy and hope to god he didn’t hit his head on the wall-- But no, Tadashi just laid there now, eyes cast downward as he breathed heavily from his rather brash movements. This didn’t stop Hiro; he continued to gather the food, call out for Mochi, and head back up the stairs with the boy still in tow.
If anything now, it was harder to get Tadashi off his shoulder when they got up to his room. He finally rolled onto the bed after Hiro practically did a somersault over said bed, making only a soft ‘ow’ as his feet hit headboard with a rather loud thwack.
Hiro breathed heavily, rubbing at his shoulder, “Good; now take a shower and I’ll set up a movie and we’ll eat.”
He got nothing in return, which was slightly expected. Just rolling his eyes, he left the room and closed the door shut with somewhat menacing force, as a mother would do. He waited, listening through the door, and he heard Tadashi move from bed and when the click of the bathroom door shutting rang through his ears he fist pumped into the air, heading downstairs with a small leap in his step.
It’ll just take him, and they have four days to make it happen. Four days and it’ll be alright, and they’ll be how they were-- Slightly confused, but happy none the less. They’ll be able to look at each other again-- Deadpool movie? Man that’s old-- They’ll probably be able to hold each other’s hands a little-- Who knew bambi existed anymore… And further most, he can kiss him.
… Kiss Tadashi.
Hiro’s face lit up brightly as the thought ran through his mind not once, but twice in the same three seconds that it originated from. He covered his mouth for a moment, letting out a muffled scream and he curled himself up into a ball, pressing his forehead against the cold wood floor. He kept telling himself to keep cool.. It’s okay, you’ve done it before. You’ve thought about it before.. It’s okay, keep cool…
Tadashi’s all but shot him out of his skin as he spoke, “We can watch the Avengers.”
Breathing in sharply, Hiro exhaled as he realized who the small man was before him, shaking his head, “You fuckin’ scared me..” He muttered, waving his hand dismissively at the option, “No way, me and you both have probably watched that movie a little more than too many.”
He got a strained smile from Tadashi before it fell again and he wandered towards the counter, grabbing at the bag that still held their food inside. Hiro jumped up, quickly joining the boy in large t-shirt and shorts-- Wow, he even wore dorky pajamas. This kid was too cute for Hiro, and he was going to lose it one of these days.
How hadn’t he noticed Tadashi’s dumb wardrobe before? All sweaters, pants just a bit too long so he can roll it up over his ankles-- and that terrible color in shoes. He was literally the abomination of fashion, but it worked so damn well for him.
Tadashi trotted by the older boy, unfazed by his rampage thoughts that blared only in his mind. Hiro eyed the wet hair on the boys head, still hardly dry from the towel. It dripped down his back, making the shirt wet and his shoulder blades poking out in the back just a bit. When the boy sat down, his eyes traced the side of his shoulder that was left somewhat seen, and slowly the curve of Tadashi’s neck.. His jawline was rather bigger than a usual boy his age, but it just made his long face so angularity perfect.
A small glimmer is what caught Hiro’s eyes, just sitting on the bottom of Tadashi’s earlobe was a black… Earring. Tadashi fucking Hamada had an earring. On his right ear. How had the world not yet exploded from the pure thought of Tadashi rebelling into some sort of bad-but-not-really-bad phase?
Hiro made his way quietly to behind the chair that Tadashi resided in, leaning against the back softly as to not disturb the younger boy. He peered deeply at his ear, eyebrows knotted and fingers digging into the fabric on the chair, “...You got your ear pierced?”
Tadashi, with a mouth full of food, quickly slammed a hand over his ear and whipped his head around to Hiro with wide eyes, blinking in surprise, “Welf-- I-- mmph..” He waited a moment, chewing and swallowing before taking a breath and beginning again, “Uh-- Yes..?”
Hiro kept his eyes locked with Tadashi’s, unblinking as he studied his chocolate brown eyes for any sign of mischief and recklessness trying to burst from that innocent body, but as expected, he got nothing and just stared into the small shine that still remained in Tadashi’s stare. Sighing, he leaned forward enough to place his chin on the young inventors forearm.
“Are you disappointed that I’m not a reckless teenager?” There was a small tone of playfulness in Tadashi’s voice as he spoke, “Of course I got this without aunt Cass’ permission; or more-so she doesn’t know I have it yet, but I will not one day ride in on a large monster truck and take you off into the outskirts of San Fransokyo.”
Hiro watched as the boy talked, having dropped his arm in the process and his head landing on the other’s shoulder now, “That’s too bad, it would have been a dream come true then,” He sighed again, more dramatically than before, “I guess I’ll still be dreaming..”
Tadashi hummed in response, having since put more food in his mouth than talk; Hiro took the hint and removed himself from the boy’s space, finding a stool to sit at as he ate his own dinner.
The night was fine, after supper it was lame movie time. They watched a few spider-man films, and even though Hiro would have liked to have been closer than the small knee touches when one or the other moved to change movies or go to the bathroom, it was relaxing to just sit there and enjoy their silence with one another.
As the hours edged on, Hiro still knew the matter of bed-time. It was around 11 when he paused the movie, a sound of distress from Tadashi and Mochi who sat limp in the younger boy’s lap. The oldest had to chuckle at that, but waved his hand about as he got up and turned off the TV.
“Time for bed, Cass rules.” Hiro practically sang, removing the movie from the DVD played and putting it in it’s case, “And no one wants Cass on their ass do they?”
Tadashi sighed, holding Mochi to his chest as he got up-- Hiro still didn’t understand how such a small person could carry such a large weight, “Alright.. But-- I was thinking..”
Hiro held a hand up before pointing at him, “I know what you’re going to ask, and it’s a no. You’re going to bed, and getting 8 hours, pronto-- 10 if you can.”
“I’ll sleep like a reasonable person, thank you.” Tadashi set Mochi down, holding his hands up in defeat as he started to head up the stairs.
Hiro paused a moment, “Uhm, night! I’m going back home.” He waited for Tadashi’s response, but the slam of his door said enough.
This boy was going to be the death of him.
---
Hiro returned the next day, at 6 once again, but this time he brought pancakes in two boxes; to him, it was seen as a small treat for going to bed on time yesterday. Breakfast for dinner was always a good thing, right? It was for him when he was growing up.
He fumbled with the cafe keys some, unlocking the door with more struggle than he needed before getting it to sprang open. The bell was ringing loud over head from the force, causing that cat that had been hiding beside the counter to spring from it’s spot and up the stairs. Hiro laughed, closing the door behind him as he walked deeper into the soft lit store.
For some reason, the cafe seemed more lively than yesterday. When Hiro had stepped in, he could already smell something coming from the kitchen. It was.. Cookies. After placing the food on the counter, he went back towards the kitchen to find Tadashi cleaning dishes in an apron.
Hiro snorted, covering his mouth to keep himself from alerting the small boy, but it was too late. Tadashi swirled around, his hands up in the air as bubbles slowly dripped their way down his arms. The college student stirred for a second before bursting into laughter at the sight of the other.
Tadashi, looking at Hiro with a some what smirk, then put hands on his hips, disregarding the wet mess on them as he tilt his head to the side, “What?” He asked, seeming all too knowing of what the answer was already, “Is it the cat butt on my apron or the flour that somehow got into my hair?”
“Cat butt,” Hiro smiled, walking closer to Tadashi, “But, the flour really adds to your look.”
He reached past the young inventor, cupping some water in his hand before dumping it atop of Tadashi’s head. He heard a gasp come from him, and saw the shake of Tadashi’s shoulders as he shivered.
“T-Thanks.” Tadashi said, his exhale shaky before shaking his head around like a dog, “Really, I couldn’t have just taken a shower!”
“You took one yesterday!” Hiro fought back, blocking his face from the now gloppy-- dirtier? Who knows, but it wasn’t water anymore in Hiro’s book.
He heard a laugh come from the small man, before silence again. Hiro peeked from his arm barricade to see Tadashi had gone back to washing dishes, a smile now planted on his lips. He couldn’t help but smile himself, poking at the boy’s side.
“Hey!” Tadashi squealed, wiggling away from the prodding finger, “I have water and I’m not afraid to use it!”
Hiro raised his arms into the air, backing off from the other as he smiled, “Sorry, sorry.. Won’t happen again, sir.”
Tadashi smiled, shutting off the faucet and quickly rubbing his hands on his apron, “Good, but you still need to move, my cookies are almost done.”
“Wha-” Hiro was cut off by a loud buzzing sound, making him jump up in fear and stumble towards the door of the kitchen.
He hung onto the frame tightly as he watched Tadashi slip on oven mitts and slightly grimace at the heat when he opened the oven, taking out a plate of freshly-made chocolate chip cookies and set them on the cooling rack.
Hiro felt him relax, smiling at the other. Tadashi matched his smile, throwing the mittens onto the counter before trying to take of the tied apron.
The young inventor was struggling of course-- How he even got it on alone is a mystery to Hiro. Still, he walked towards Tadashi cautiously, earning himself an eye roll before he grabbed onto the tight knot and releasing the other from it’s restricting hold.
“So much better.” Tadashi muttered to himself, tossing the kitchenware onto the pile of other cat butt aprons.
Hiro observed them, only for a moment before smiling and ruffling the boy’s hair, “I’ve never seen you in one of those aprons-- Why do you choose to wear the boring ones?”
His hand was slapped away as Tadashi answered, “Because those are for beginners,“ He crouched, grabbing a plate from the open cabinet and returning to the cooling cookies, “Aunt Cass wants to see if her newbies will take the small embarrassment, or the little giggles before working here, because.. You know, when you work at the lucky cat, a lot of embarrassing things happen here.”
Looking back at the aprons, Hiro visibly shivered. He had once would have loved to work at the cafe for a side job, but around second year of college, he hardly had anytime to even stop in to the cafe. That would not have been a significant way to work.
The elder’s attention was drawn back to the smaller male in front of him, holding the cookies that were now placed neatly on a place, right in his face, “Taste them. It’s been a couple months since I’ve baked something.”
Hiro was cautious again, scared to see if Tadashi was as good as his aunt. He took a semi-small cookie, taking a careful bite into it and chewed slowly. He was certainly amazed when it indeed tasted exactly like Cass’ cookies, and dare he say it, better than hers.
Tadashi all but gleamed at his reaction, eyes clearly shining for a moment. He looked like when he first met Hiro. His green braces shown proudly once more, but sadly no hat to shade half his face. Hiro could live with that.
“They’re great!” Hiro finally announced, finishing off the first cookie before grabbing another, “Cass teach you?”
“The one and only,” Tadashi replied with pride as he held the plate next to his hip now, “Wanna head upstairs? I think there's some food in the fridge..”
Hiro all but jumped into the air, stuffing the cookie into his mouth and waving his hand for Tadashi to follow. He led the small boy back into the cafe and opened one of the boxes that was set on the counter, containing two rather large pancakes, butter on top of the first one, and a small syrup holding next to it. Steam filtered off of it as it still held it’s collective freshness. Was that a thing? It is now, and Hiro has got it.
He shut the box again as he heard Tadashi give a small giggle, handing it quickly to the boy, “Pretty good, huh?”
“Amazing,” Tadashi retorted, laying the box onto the plate, “Well.. Since you have food down here, lets sit in the booth-- The one that faces outside. The suns pretty.”
Hiro blinked, but quickly nodded as he held his own box, following Tadashi to the booth and sitting across from him. The youngest settled the cookies between them, and thus begun the slightly silent dinner.
It was as the night before, they just glanced at each other in the calm quietness of the cafe, looking back out towards the sun as it dipped lower. Mochi had joined them some time ago, stealing one of Tadashi’s cookies to Hiro’s small dismay. He tried swatting it out of the cats death hold, but instead got nails swatted back at him.
How he allowed the cat to snuggle to his side without wanting to toss him, the world may never know.
It was getting dark and Hiro had long since finished his dinner, Tadashi still having half of one of his pancakes left. He whined at Tadashi when the boy left to sit on the small booths light, so they weren’t left in complete darkness.
“You don’t like the dark?” Hiro asked as Tadashi returned back into his seat.
Tadashi cut off some of his pancake, taking a bite and looking back out the window before he answered, “I do, but I think it’s better this way when looking at sunsets. Then the moon comes out, and it’s much prettier.”
Hiro smiled, though he picked at his teeth some, “That’s kinda cute, I suppose. Stars are nice.”
“Stars are adorable, excuse you.” Tadashi smirked, digging into the rest of his food as the silence hung on.
Hiro just watched the other now, eating his food, careful not to spill on his newly washed clothes, eyes tracing the brand new night sky. He leans to the left some a lot, probably to steady himself from leaning forward so much.
“Do you like watching the stars?” Tadashi asked, catching Hiro off guard but easily catching his eye sight.
Hiro stared at the other, shrugging his shoulders softly, “Well.. I used to. My parents would like to have late night picnics sometimes..”
A smile tugged at Tadashi’s lips as he finally closed the box, “Mine too.. Aunt Cass did it with me when I first moved in, to get me situated, but the cafe soon grew more popular.”
Hiro reached across the table then, ruffling Tadashi’s hair as he smiled, “Well, now you have me to watch them with you, how does that sound?”
“Disastrous,” Tadashi laughed, pushing at Hiro’s hand, “But fun nonetheless.”
Hiro smiled, now careful threading his fingers through Tadashi’s short black hair, “..We could have gone up to the roof, if you wanted to.”
Tadashi lifted his hand, softly wrapping his fingers around Hiro’s hand and bringing them from his head, “... Not yet.” He whispered, pressing his forehead into the palm of Hiro’s hand and sighing.
They stayed like that for a few minutes before Hiro carefully moved his hand along Tadashi’s cheek, thumb making soft circles against the boy’s skin as the silence slowly sunk in again. It hadn’t taken long for the other to start dozing off, his head falling forward into the elder’s warmer touch.
Hiro exhaled slowly, having hardly noticed he was holding his breath. He nudged Mochi from his spot slowly, making his way out of his side of the booth to Tadashi’s, gathering the smaller man into his arms.
Tadashi was a bit heavier than Hiro had remembered from yesterday, but considering he was angry enough to just toss the boy about, he had cared less about what he did or how much he carried. Now, he was being careful as he slowly made his way back into Tadashi’s house, arms wrapped tightly around the tiny form that just snuggled closer into the warm of Hiro’s chest.
Mochi was dancing around at his feet, meowing for attention as he bobbed in past Hiro and towards the catch. Reluctantly, he had ended up following the feline and instead of making up another set of stairs, he laid Tadashi onto the couch.
The younger boy whined at the loss of contact, flipping onto his side to face that couch so he could press into something. Hiro fought the feeling back and forth, whether he should leave or not and just let Tadashi sleep alone again’ but desire won over again with the older man and he laid himself next to Tadashi, arms careful wrapping themselves back around the small Hamada.
He took a deep breath in, pressing his face into the back of Tadashi’s neck as he got himself comfortable; entwining their legs and letting their bodies meld together. It was a lot less stressful knowing that Cass wouldn’t come barging in on them cuddling in the middle of the night, and Hiro found himself relaxing into the other’s warmth.
Two days down, two more to go.