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“Call me once you get home from patrol, okay?” Miguel said, a firm tone to his voice.
Hiro nodded in response, putting his hero suit on and adjusting it.
“I mean it, Koko. Don’t forget.”
He stared intensely at Hiro, who was rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, I know. I won’t be too long, promise.”
He walks up to Miguel and gives him a small peck on his cheek, which immediately turns pink, just as the rest of his face.
Miguel still gets flustered everytime Hiro kisses him. Infact, most times he’d feel lightheaded.
Hiro presses his forehead against Miguel’s lightly, looking into his eyes with a look that only meant pure adoration.
“Love you, Mimi. Don’t wait too long.”
“No promises,” Miguel chuckles, “I love you too.”
They stayed with their foreheads pressed together for a minute, which seemed an eternity for them, before Hiro pulled away and walked out the door, waving before he disappeared.
Miguel flopped on the couch, sighing loudly to himself.
He missed Hiro already.
“What am I supposed to do,” he groaned.
Hiro was gone for patrol, Aunt Cass was away on some dinner date, and Baymax was with Hiro. It was also winter break, therefore he had no work to do either.
‘Guess it’s just me, myself, and I,’ Miguel thought.
He turned on the Nintendo switch they had and played games for a bit, proud of his many victories on Mario Kart, despite it being against 10 year old boys online who were frankly horrible at it. It wasn’t as fun without Hiro to play against, he admitted. At least they were on the same level.
Miguel eventually got bored of the games after playing all of them for an hour and a half, considering more than half of the games were incredibly easy to beat.
He turned it off and decided to do something more productive and also something Hiro would appreciate; laundry.
The clothes were piled up in a heap, which meant Miguel would have to do at least two loads.
‘Oh well, as long as time passes quicker.’
He put them all in a basket and dropped them into the washer, setting aside another load that he’d have to do after.
While waiting, he vacuumed the entire kitchen as well as all the rooms, suddenly determined to clean the whole house.
‘Fuck it, I might as well clean the cafe too for Aunt Cass.’
Cleaning was actually pretty fun. Miguel’s mental timer was whenever Hiro would get home, so he’d see how much he cleaned so that Hiro didn’t have to. His boyfriend worked too hard some days and he needed a break. This was the least he could do.
He finished vacuuming the rooms and wiping the tables in the cafe which took enough time for the laundry to finish.
He grabbed the first load out and put in the second load to wash.
While waiting again, he washed the dishes, which surprisingly wasn’t that much.
After all the cleaning he did in less than 3 hours, Miguel began to feel exhausted. His arms went limp and he decided to take a quick nap on Hiro’s bed.
‘Just five minutes..’
And then everything went black.
. . .
Hiro snuck quietly into the house, careful not to wake Aunt Cass.
The place seemed shinier than usual.
“That’s.. odd,” Hiro said.
Before he could check, Baymax fell over.
Baymax was extremely wobbly from using his powers and was in desperate need of charging. Hiro hurriedly headed to his room, deciding that he would check later.
“Time to charge, buddy.”
“Okayy.. goodnight Hiro.”
“Night Baymax,” he smiled as Baymax wrapped him in a hug before getting into his charging station.
Hiro went downstairs to check the house as well as the cafe, immediately seeing the empty sink and the shiny tables.
He then saw that a load had been put in the dryer and a clean pile of folded clothes was placed neatly on the couch.
He knew right then and there who was behind it.
Hiro walked back to his room, switching on the light.
‘Now, where is Miguel?’ he asked himself.
Hiro walked towards his bed where Miguel laid with a stuffed animal in his arms that he was squeezing tightly, the same way he squeezed Hiro.
‘Cute.’
Based on the position Miguel was in, Hiro knew he must’ve tired himself out.
He took the stuffed animal from Miguel’s arm, replacing it with himself and snuggling close to him.
Miguel blinked slowly before settling his eyes on Hiro, a look of visible confusion on his face.
“You know, you look good half asleep, Mimi.”
“What?”
He chuckled.
“I said you look good half asleep. And what’s up with everything being so tidy?”
“Mm.. I may have done some cleaning,” Miguel confessed, his cheeks tinted bright pink, probably from the compliment Hiro gave him.
“I can see that, genius. Was there a reason?
“Not really, I just wanted to clean so you and Cass didn’t have to do anything once you both came home.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Well I wanted to.”
Hiro affectionately rolled his eyes, holding Miguel’s face gently.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“‘Course,” Miguel whispered back.
Hiro kissed his nose softly.
“I love you, Miguel.”
“I love you too.”
After a few seconds passed, Miguel hit Hiro’s arm.
“Ow, what the?”
“You didn’t call me!” Miguel pouted, a face that his boyfriend thought was actually quite adorable.
“I did, actually. Twice.”
He scoffed.
“Check your phone if you don’t believe me.”
Miguel grabbed his phone from the drawer, opening his call history. Hiro was right, he did call twice.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“Shut up! I guess I didn’t.. hear it.”
“It’s okay, although you were the one who said to call you.”
Miguel punched his arm.
“Ow, okay okay I’m sorry!”
“You better be.”
They both looked into each other's eyes before laughing and falling onto each other.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, interrupted by a weird noise coming from outside.
“Shit!” Miguel hissed.
“What is it?”
“I left the clothes in the dryer before I fell asleep..”
They both ran out the door in a panic towards the dryer, quickly turning it off.
As they got the clothes out, Hiro burned himself on one of the buttons from his pants.
Miguel laughed at him which gained a response of Hiro throwing a shirt at him.
They began to chase each other around his room before falling on the bed once again.
Both Hiro and Miguel didn’t say much, catching their breaths.
“That.. was so stupid.”
Hiro snorted.
“Tell me about it.”
“Maybe we should sleep now.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.”
“I mean, you did ruin my very nice nap earlier.”
“Are you saying sleep’s more important than me?”
Miguel smirked.
“Maybe.”
Hiro shot him with a pretend angry look before facing the other way.
“ Koko, I didn’t mean it,” Miguel said, holding onto Hiro’s arm.
“Yeah, okay. We both know you’d marry sleep if you could.”
“Who said I wouldn’t marry you too?”
It was Hiro’s turn for his face to be bright red.
“What, speechless?”
Hiro mumbled.
Miguel went closer to him and wrapped his arms around Hiro.
“What was that, gorgeous?”
“I said, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
Miguel smiled.
“So then you’d like to?”
“Miguel, we’re only teenagers,” Hiro giggled.
“I bet you like the idea though.”
He nodded.
“Knew it.”
“Go to sleep, Mimi.”
“Fine. Goodnight my hero,” he said, squeezing Hiro.
“You’re cheesy. ‘Night, my love.”
“Sleep well,” Miguel whispered in his ear.
“You too.”
Moments of silence passed, with them being close together, before Hiro broke it.
“I’m much better than a stuffed animal, right?”
“Absolutely,” Miguel replied.