Basking

Hiro loves Thunder, always has, always will. The highlight of his day is usually greeting him home from a day of work, to dote over bumps and bruises and to simply bask in his presence. Better than those days, however, are the days where he never leaves at all. The days the dark pelted wolf would sleep in, protectively curled and entangling his body around Hiro's own. Christmas was one of those days, one he had declared to be all for Hiro from the start. 

It was one of the few days Hiro woke up before Thunder. The peaceful morning sun would filter in through their window while he admires how at peace he is, slowly breathing in a deep unperturbed sleep. What he would give to be greeted with this sight every morning… But for now he would take his days, the ones Thunder set aside without question, just for him. 

He loved Christmas mornings.