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rohan is laying on his brand new bed, in a brand new home, with the sun shining bright outside, and his forehead still damp with sweat. josuke’s voice speaking with the movers is a pleasant droning noise in the background, reminding him that he doesn’t need to deal with them anymore.
it’s over. no more driving for eight hours a day, no more dropping dead onto random hotel beds, no more stopping by to buy road trip snacks and coffee.
it feels like heaven.
he almost falls asleep. “rohan,” ah there’s the man of his dreams, “help me unpack the pillows.”
“hush.”
josuke sighs. “come on, i wanna sleep too, i can’t without something to support my head.” he rummages through stacks of boxes to look for the one labelled pillows and blankets.
“you never had a problem with using my thigh for that.”
“if you mention it, that means it won’t piss you off if i do it. so what’s the point?” josuke says as he slits open the pillow box. “oku, yukako, and koichi will be here at four.”
“hmm.”
“we should buy snacks and refreshments before they arrive here.”
“cool.”
for a few seconds, rohan has the peace and quiet he needs to fall asleep, but then his head gets hit by a pillow. another lands on his chest, then his legs. peeking from the pile of fluffs, he scowls at josuke who is taking another box, this time containing bolsters and thin blankets. the younger sticks out his tongue.
rohan looks at the pillows surrounding him, then at his boyfriend who is arranging folded blankets onto the wooden floor.
“josuke.”
said man gets a pillow on the face before he can finish saying 'yes, honey.' he stares at rohan with unimpressed frown and lips formed in a straight line. “are you twelve?”
“twenty eight, close enough.” rohan takes another pillow to hold in front of his chest, then he raises it above his head. “what, are you going to just sit there like a sadsack and let me throw things at you?”
josuke shakes his head with a smile. “just saying, bolsters are better weapon than those flimsy rectangles you have. since it’s longer, i have better grip so i can easily smack your pretty face to pieces,” he says as he carries two bolsters in both arms, “and i’m more of an offense guy.”
“who are you calling pretty?” rohan grins, “bring it on.”