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I suppose we should. We can't let presents stay ungiven the whole day.

[Really Hinata. Be more nervous. What if what he got you explodes? It could happen. That would be his luck.]

But still... it really is nice being like this. [That tender touch, that sets a pleased shiver racing through him and has him snuggling in closer.]

[Hinata's confident in things not exploding today!! He makes a quiet noise as Komaeda snuggles in (cute, he's so cute) and ruffles his hand over his hair, cheeks reddening.

Just because it's cute...]

Yeah, it is... [......] But we can do more of this after. What d'you say?

[Ruffling his hair is no way to get him to move at all, you know. Komaeda isn't complaining though. To the contrary, he's soaking up the attention and the touch. He murmurs a wordless sound before lifting his head to peek up at Hinata now.]

Mm! I'd like that, doing more of this.

[So for now he extricates himself from Hinata's arms, moving to sit up, hair drifting into his face, mussed from sleep so even more of a mess than it usually is.] So then, let's go make the most of Christmas.

[Hinata laughs, lounging for a moment where he is and grinning up at Komaeda with his flyaway hair.] With that hair? [he jokes, reaching up to flick a piece from his face.

But he's moving to sit up proper, his own hair looking not too messy. His ahoge is bent in several places, though...]

Ah... is it particularly bad? [It must be, right? He lifts a hand to it and okay yeah it's everywhere, but it's fine. Hinata has probably seen him worse before. Reaching out to curls a finger around Hinata's ahoge and tugs gently.]

You're a little crooked too.

[It's cute. Maybe he should have gotten him a hair straightener! Then he could have borrowed it. Except no.] I suppose we'll have to have a casual morning looking like this.

Oi-- [Hinata's neck bends as his ahoge is tugged like NO, IT'S ATTACHED. Grumbling, he lifts a hand to crumple Komaeda's already crumpled hair.]

It's probably pulled straight again, thanks to you...

[Ruffle ruffle.] But we can take it easy this morning, and worry about how we look later.

You're welcome, Hajime. I'm happy to help fix it.

[That's not what he was getting at, Komaeda. But Komaeda is ignoring the griping and instead just laughing as he's ruffled. Jeez. He nods in agreement.] Mm! I think that's a good plan.

But somehow you're gorgeous as always. It doesn't seem fair, does it?

[He sighs. SIGHS. So heavily. Woe is Komaeda having a cute boyfriend. His life is suffering.]

[Hinata pauses and looks over at him, quirking an eyebrow.] I'm pretty sure me being a mess in the morning isn't gorgeous...

[He pushes himself up to his feet, just laughing at his sigh and offering a hand.

C'mon, boyfriend. Upsy-daisy.]

[A shake of his head at that.] You've got that wrong.

[TAKE THAT. Even sleep-mussed Hinata is gorgeous. All of Hinata. Komaeda will argue this straight through if he has to. BUt instead he just smiles as Hinata laughs, reaching for that hand.

All right here he comes. Time for Christmas.]

[Hinata's eyebrow lifts. Oh? Oh, he went there, did he? They can turn this into a trial, you know, even if it's Christmas-- but he pulls him up instead and kisses his mouth firmly before stepping away.]

We can argue over it later, right?

[For now, presents! And breakfast! Romantic, stupid things.]

[Of course he went there, Hinata. It's Komaeda. He's kind that kind of guy. In the end there's no helping it. But he lets himself be pulled up, caught downright speechless by that kiss. Ooh. Merry Christmas indeed.]

It's Christmas, Hajime... we shouldn't argue. Since it's the holiday, I'd just let you win anyway.

[...sorry. But he reaches for the edge of Hinata's shirt Hinata's and tugs gently as he steps past him towards the door to the bedroom and the kitchen.] Let's have breakfast.

[Hinata raises his eyebrow.]

I wouldn't need you to let me win-- I'd win all on my own.

[Huffing playfully, he walks after him out of the bedroom, his fingers reaching out to graze his back, between his shoulders, trailing up toward the back of his neck and head. He's getting a thorough fluffing as they head toward the kitchen.]

Ooh. Well... confidence is awfully sexy.

[Apparently this is the mood that Komaeda woke up in this Christmas. This is what happens when he gets to wake up and be cuddled and happily and spend time with his boyfriend. Sorry, Hinata.

He won't even squawk as he's fluffed as they go because that's attention too. He only ducks his head with a laugh.] Shall we cook together, Hajime?

[Hinata blushes-- but he's pretty pleased to hear that, even if it's embarrassing. He moves to pull Komaeda after him into the kitchen, over to the fridge to pull out a few ingredients.]

Yeah... Let's make breakfast together.

[Eggs, some vegetables, bacon, it'd be nice to make a big omelette out of this...]

[Komaeda lets himself be pulled. And while Hinata gets ingredients out, he'll find pans and spatulas. These domestic moments are important to him, so there's a smile touching over his features even as he just goes about getting these things out and ready. Living together with Hinata, it's times like this when it hits him that they really are living this life together and how precious it is to him.

No matter what else happens this Christmas, it's already the best one that he's ever had. He peeks over at what Hinata is assembling.] So what are we making?

An omelette! A really big omelette.

[Hinata grins at him.] I figured we could share it. What d'you think? [He'd been originally planning to make a big fancy breakfast but, you know what, something like this is nice, too. It means they can eat bites of it together.]

[Sleeping in, cuddling and sharing food? Everything is coming up Komaeda today. So he's quick to nod in pleased agreement at that suggestion.] I think it sounds like a great idea.

I can start cutting the vegetables?

[Yes. Entrust him with a knife. At least he only has five fingers he can actually cut off. The rest are pretty knife proof thanks to Hinata's help.]

[Hinata grins and nods, pushing the knife his way. Go ahead, Komaeda! He does trust him with a knife, thinks he's quite coordinated enough to handle it. He'll set to frying up bacon and stuff to go into the omelet.]

Just put 'em in when they're ready.

[He nods at his pan.]

[Coordinated sure. But you just wait for his luck to kick in. But it's Christmas and Hinata's here, so it should be okay, right? Maybe. Probably.

Anyway he's going to set about cutting up the veggies into little bits, humming to himself as he does.

And when they're ready he'll reach around Hinata and start tossing them into the pan. Cooking together is probably way more fun than it should be. He's feeling so sappy today.] It smells good already.

[Hinata turns his head slightly, watching him with a quirk of his lips into a smile as the veggies are put in the pan. He hums, stirring them in with the other parts he's cooking and turning to a bowl to get the eggs for the omelet mixed up.]

It'll taste just as good.

[HE'LL GUARANTEE IT. Blah blah insert sappy thing about being tastier b/c they made it together here blah blah.]

With Hajime cooking it, I don't think there's any other option possible.

[His boyfriend has skills. Many and multiple skills. Komaeda, done with his cutting part of this process, he sets the cutting board and knife into the sink before going back to lean against the counter by Hinata, watching him cook.]

We don't have a lot of mornings where we take this sort of time. It's really nice.

[Hinata glances over at him, liking just having him there, even just watching. It makes him feel... really content.] Aa... it is nice to be able to sleep in, get up whenever and cook together like this...

It feels special.

[He leans over, to press a kiss to his cheek.]

Special... [Komaeda echoes before nodding in agreement. That's it exactly. It's special to have this time together. He's not bothering to hide how happy he is about it either, leaning towards that kiss to his cheek, head turning so he can repeat the gesture against Hinata's cheek.]

Very special. These kinds of moments... they're really important to me, you know.

[Making these memories, for as long as they have to make them.]

[Hinata's eyes shut briefly in a pleased expression as his cheek is kissed right back, and he nuzzles that cheek briefly against Komaeda. Turning back to the frying pan, he flips over their food.]

I know. They're precious to me, too.

[Every one... he wants to keep safe in his memory. He doesn't ever want to forget. And when he goes back, then...] I'd like to make a lot more of these with you, for a long time.

[Komaeda will stop distracting Hinata while he cooks. Mostly anyway. He smiles though, pleased by it, the fact that Hinata finds these moments precious too. He ducks his head, like he's somehow trying to hide how happy he is about it, how touched he is by it.

He always is, in these moments, when it hits him so sharply that this is his life. That Hinata is with him, with him by choice. Because he wants to be. Because he loves him, and because Komaeda loves him in return. He doesn't ever want to forget either, doesn't want to lose this -- to returning, to the coma or to the diseases he tries not to think about.] Me too. It's what I want most of all. [His one most selfish desire.]

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