Morning Cuddles

           When Shimoru woke up that morning, he felt something was off—not majorly, but still enough to ring some bells. He quickly realized this was because Wylie wasn't lying down next to him like usual, and instead his side of the bed had been neatly done.

           As Shimoru got up, he yawned loudly, covering his mouth with his hand as he rubbed the sleep out of his eye with his other hand. He got up, not bothering to make his side of the bed and sleepily walked towards the bathroom, grabbing some clothes on the way.

           Not soon after, he came out, fully dressed and fully awake. He made his way downstairs, trying to be quiet but not quite managing to be. As he walked into the kitchen, where he assumed Wylie would be, he found that he was indeed in the kitchen, dressed in one of Shimoru's hoodies.

           He was probably wearing shorts as well, but it wasn't quite clear as they were covered by the hoodie, which was slightly bigger on Wylie than it was on Shimoru. His hair neatly done, as it always was, unlike Shimoru’s, which was, admittedly, a big mess. It wasn’t hard to tell he hadn’t put much effort into making it neat, which wasn’t too big of a surprise.

           Shimoru blushed slightly; it looked good on Wylie—very good. When he noticed that Wylie seemed to not have noticed him yet, he decided to sneak up on Wylie and hug him from behind, snaking his arms around Wylie's waist.

           As Wylie turned to look at him, not particularly startled, Shimoru leaned in, about to steal a kiss from Wylie, who put his finger onto Shimoru's lips.

           "Ah, ah, ah. Have you brushed your teeth yet?" Wylie interrogated as he tried to look stern, although Shimoru's only response was to smirk.

           "Of course I did," he replied, leaning down and kissing Wylie, then leaning back a bit as he smiled teasingly, "but only so I could get more mornin' kisses from ya."