So soft. ”Mmmmhhhh..” As he rolled over to his other side Yoshihisa gripped his pillow a little tighter, harsh realities of the waking world still subconsciously fended off in favor of slumbering bliss. But as came the turning point and memories started to trickle in as the inevitable messengers of a new day, forcing another , and this time more displeased groan from the young man. His eyes cracked open only to be met with the soft beams of light accompanying an early dawn, one in which he might have gotten away with clocking in a few hours late. Alas it wouldn’t be so, and as his last act of unproductive defiance his body tossed to the side, only to find himself staring at the face of Izumi. ”Oh, I’..’ His hushed whispers were cut off prematurely upon the realization that his sleeping lover was still very much that, asleep. And so he would just lay there, blinking sheepishly as he was at a loss on what to do next: He knew himself well enough that it didn’t take much more to be enthralled by the other’s looks only to end up staring for what may be minutes, hours or days if you’d let him, a course of action he hadn’t particularly minded at the beginning but could imagine got old rather quick for the focal point of his attention.
Before such habits could get the better of him he would lean in and pressed a kiss against the Izumi’s forehead, being extra careful not to wake him in the process. ”Sleep tight..” With that out of the way, he had already gone ahead and set the next goal in his mind. Through what was unmistakably the stinging haze of alcohol and sleep deprivation Yoshihisa had made it an agonizing set of tasks to retrace their steps and puzzle together what little he could remember of the day before. From the looks of it they had at the very least managed to make their way towards their destination: A one-floor cabin, build in such a timeless fashion from the prized mahogany the region had once been known for. Housing bare essentials bar the stone-lined hearth nestled on the other side of the room, it couldn’t help but be the definition of cozy for those who had chosen to make it their outpost for the duration of their stay. But what sold it were the endless waves of wheat dancing in the breeze that for most was the very first sight upon waking, like fields of gold they stretched all the way towards the horizon in what could only be described as a truly enchanted scenery.
Still somewhat groggy, Yoshihisa slipped out from underneath the covers and without a creak made his way over towards the window, letting the awe-inspiring image displayed sink in for a good while before eventually getting his hands on the minimal amount of clothing to make himself presentable, just in case. That made his attire consist of nothing more than his cargo pants and boots, still halfway through the process of putting them on as he opened the front door and stepped outside, keeping an eye on his slumbering partner as he shut it behind him. ”Ahhh, brisk.” For despite the warm and inviting glow of the fields there was a sense of instant regret to do away with most of the warmer clothing, forcing a sly grin out of the shinobi. By now he trusted his recollections enough to read more into their report. This had been their holiday destination, their combined efforts to break free from the everyday hysteria that had become part of their daily routine as much as brushing their teeth or being disappointed with certain youths. They would have to make every precious moment together last, as it was beyond them on when they would get another opportunity to do something like this, and that was when he didn’t care heed the thoughts put away in the darkest recesses of his mind: If anything, what would the next time be like?
Before such habits could get the better of him he would lean in and pressed a kiss against the Izumi’s forehead, being extra careful not to wake him in the process. ”Sleep tight..” With that out of the way, he had already gone ahead and set the next goal in his mind. Through what was unmistakably the stinging haze of alcohol and sleep deprivation Yoshihisa had made it an agonizing set of tasks to retrace their steps and puzzle together what little he could remember of the day before. From the looks of it they had at the very least managed to make their way towards their destination: A one-floor cabin, build in such a timeless fashion from the prized mahogany the region had once been known for. Housing bare essentials bar the stone-lined hearth nestled on the other side of the room, it couldn’t help but be the definition of cozy for those who had chosen to make it their outpost for the duration of their stay. But what sold it were the endless waves of wheat dancing in the breeze that for most was the very first sight upon waking, like fields of gold they stretched all the way towards the horizon in what could only be described as a truly enchanted scenery.
Still somewhat groggy, Yoshihisa slipped out from underneath the covers and without a creak made his way over towards the window, letting the awe-inspiring image displayed sink in for a good while before eventually getting his hands on the minimal amount of clothing to make himself presentable, just in case. That made his attire consist of nothing more than his cargo pants and boots, still halfway through the process of putting them on as he opened the front door and stepped outside, keeping an eye on his slumbering partner as he shut it behind him. ”Ahhh, brisk.” For despite the warm and inviting glow of the fields there was a sense of instant regret to do away with most of the warmer clothing, forcing a sly grin out of the shinobi. By now he trusted his recollections enough to read more into their report. This had been their holiday destination, their combined efforts to break free from the everyday hysteria that had become part of their daily routine as much as brushing their teeth or being disappointed with certain youths. They would have to make every precious moment together last, as it was beyond them on when they would get another opportunity to do something like this, and that was when he didn’t care heed the thoughts put away in the darkest recesses of his mind: If anything, what would the next time be like?