Geto Suguru
For some reason, Thursdays were the hardest for Suguru. They were so close to the end of the week and yet not close enough. You had grown used to the routine of your alarm going off 30 minutes before Suguru’s as a warning. You had learned quickly that one alarm was never enough. He reminded you again this morning.
The shrill of your phone going off woke you up from your position on Suguru’s chest immediately. You haphazardly reached towards the nightstand before managing to turn the alarm off. As soon as you silenced your phone, you felt him shift onto his side, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you back into his chest. He muttered sleepily, “Yours or mine?”
You grinned as you turned to bury your face in his chest, “Mine.”
He sighed happily and his grip on you loosened, knowing he would get to stay with you like this for a bit longer. His hand remained on your waist while the other shifted upward to rub circles on the nape of your neck. He smiled as you went limp against him, knowing you’d drift back to sleep soon. He couldn’t help eyeballing his phone on the nightstand, tempted to disable his alarm to keep you here. Sadly, he knew you had work and opted to leave it be. As he held you, his eyes fluttered and he fell back asleep to the sound of your breathing.
His alarm went off too soon for his liking. As soon as he felt you begin to shift as you woke up, he squeezed his arms around you and rolled you on top of him. “Suguru, wha-” you were interrupted by him pressing you against him tighter, kissing the top of your head before feigning unconsciousness. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he mumbled with his eyes closed.
You whined, “I have work this morning.”
He hummed, his eyes still remaining closed. He tried to fight the smile that threatened to take over his face at the sound of your morning voice trying to ward him off. When you continued struggling to roll off him, he rubbed your back slowly, “Shush, pretty. Some of us are trying to sleep.”
He chuckled at the sight of your pout and your prompt smack to his arm. Still, your efforts weren’t enough to loosen his grip. Finally, you gave up, slumping and allowing your head to dangle off the side of his body. You grumbled, “Whatever, I give up. It’s too early to try to fight you right now.”
He grinned at his victory, gently lifting your head back onto his chest to make you comfortable, “I think you wanted me to keep you here.”
Your response was muffled into his shirt, but he heard no sounds of denial, continuing his gentle ministrations on your back. Eventually, you looked up, your chin resting on his sternum. He looked back down at you with a soft smile. Your tone was serious, “You’re right. I totally could’ve gotten out if I really wanted to.”
With that, you turned your head to the side, trying to go back to sleep. He let out a breathy laugh and kissed your hairline, “Of course you could have.”