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Where the fuck is it? Where the fuck is it? Sanemi knows he had his haori set out before he fell asleep, so where the fuck could it have gone? Did it grow legs and fuck off? Did a thief decide to come in and steal just that?
It's fucking annoying, especially since he's going to end up running late if he keeps wasting his time looking for the stupid thing. All his stomping around and growling eventually has Tomioka stirring. Maybe he'll just tell him to look for it when he gets up so he can leave now.
The little fucker is all cuddled up in the futon, with plenty of space now that Sanemi is up. He looks infuriatingly cute, staring at him all sleepy with his eyes barely open and his mouth hidden by the blanket.
"Hey, look for my haori when you get up, okay? Can't find the fucking thing anywhere," he says, voice soft despite his frustration. Even Sanemi finds it natural to be quiet this early in the morning.
Tomioka stares at him for a moment before sitting up and beckoning Sanemi closer. He guesses he wants a kiss or something and rolls his eyes before walking over and crouching down next to him.
"What?" he asks, but Tomioka still doesn't feel like talking.
Instead, he pulls something out from under the blanket and hands it to Sanemi. It's his fucking haori.
"It's cold out. This way, it's warm..." he murmurs, all slow from sleep.
Sanemi is stunned for a second. Sure, he's pissed that he spent all that time looking for nothing, but Tomioka's dumbass gesture is... it makes him feel all... fuzzy.
Sanemi snatches the haori from him and pulls it on before the night air can sap Tomioka's lingering body heat from it. It is nicer than putting on clothes that have been left in the cold.
"Don't be doing stupid shit for me," he grumbles. Then he gives Tomioka a quick kiss and heads out.
Whoever invented feelings, he's gonna find them and slaughter them.