Bed Head. Takao x Reader.

Every morning you had a routine.

Your alarm goes off at 7:05 which you would promptly shut off and sleep for another twenty minutes. You then force your brain to begin function as you drag yourself out of bed and head to the bathroom for your personal hygiene routine. After that you get dressed and head to your kitchen for a quick breakfast before heading out the door at 7:52 like clockwork.

Yet today none of those things have happened.

No alarm has gone off.

No sleepy feet have shuffled to the bathroom.

No outfit has been hurriedly put on.

And definitely no one has left the house.

Rather, you find yourself still in bed, still happily dreaming, your warm comforter tucked around you and an arm around your waist in the same fashion. Today your routine is completely ruined thanks to one person and you aren't even awake to know it yet..

Hours later, you are brought to consciousness by the combination of sunlight hitting your face, birds chirping outside your window, and rustling next to your window. The instant you process these things you know something is off and you jolt yourself awake, quickly sitting up, blood rushing to your head. With a groan you look at the clock and realize you are unsalvageably late for your daily responsibilities and you have no idea what you're going to do. In a panic you shoot out of bed and begin to scramble to find your clothes when suddenly a groggy voice stops you in your tracks.

'(Y/n)? What are you doing? Why'd you get out of bed.'

That voice. It is instantly recognizable to you, and the sleepy tone of it only makes its owner more attractive to you.

Takao Kazunari.

You now remember that your boyfriend had somehow convinced you to let him spend the night, on a week night no less, and now you know why nothing is going according to your routine. Not even bothering to turn around, you send back a snarky reply.

'Because Kazu, I was supposed to be up hours ago. I have places to be and I'm really late!'

Stress could be heard coating your statement as you swapped out your pajamas for more appropriate clothes, making Takao almost feel guilty. Almost.

'(Y/n) slow down. You don't need to be anywhere right now. I already called in sick for you.'

That statement made you freeze.

'You did what?'

'I called in sick for you.' He repeats, his tone genuine.

With that you spin around on your heel ready to yell at him for not telling you sooner but no words come out. You are once again rooted to your spot as your gaze settles on your boyfriend. He is laying on his side, his head lazily propped on his elbow as he watches you from afar. However what you truly find captivating is his Raven bed head gorgeously framing his face as the sunlight illuminates him from behind.

'What? Cat got your tongue? Or am I just too handsome for words?' His slick voice runs over you breaking you out of your reverie.

'N-no. I was just trying to find the right words to express how annoyed I am with you right now.'

'Mhmm, if you want a closer look, you can come back to bed seeing as to how you no longer have anywhere to be.' A grin pulls at the corners of his mouth and a low chuckle escapes his lips as he watches the resolve leave your body.

With a sigh you give in making your way back to your bed. In a moment you find yourself tumbling into Takao who gladly receives you. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as you lean into his strong chest, your hair tickling his chin as he rests it on top of your head. His familiar scent surrounds you, one of peppermint, leather and something that could only be described as home.

'You know I'm still mad at you for not telling me sooner. I really thought I was late.' You try to say grumpily but you both know it won't last.

'I know, I know. Now can we just enjoy the day off and spend some time in bed together? If you ask nicely I might even make you breakfast later.'

'That sounds lovely.' You say with a hum, snuggling closer to Takao.

Together the two of you lay in bed contentedly, just enjoying each other's presence as you feel all your stress begin to melt away.

'Kazu?' You break the silence once more, earning a hum from him in response, the vibrations reaching your fingertips tracing patterns on his chest.

'Thank you.'

'What for?' Comes his slightly puzzled response even though he's sure he knows the answer.

'For everything.'