“being ok with your partner showing up at your house at 2.a.m, for any reason, no matter how small” This one maybe? It just seems very on brand for them lmao!
When Badd went to bed that night, he was ready to stay in the cocoon of warmth until morning. The house was freezing, and they couldn't afford to run a lot of heaters, so he had given the one they had to Zenko.
Sometime in the middle of the night, his phone started buzzing. His personal phone, not the work one he had gotten from the HA. The first time, he ignored it from under his comforter.
Then, it did it again.
And again.
Finally Badd reached a hand out to grab it, the light from the screen blinding as he rubbed his eyes and saw first of all that it was 2:03 a.m. and, second, that it was Garou: two texts, a call, and the most recent message: I'M OUTSIDE YOUR PLACE.
Okay, so he wasn't going to be staying asleep.
As he put on his slippers, Badd glanced out the window to find that snow was falling in thick flakes, making it hard to see anything beyond the white cascade glowing yellow from the street light. He trudged to the front door, opened it, and almost laughed. There was Garou, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, a collection of snowflakes affixed to his hair like ornaments and tinsel on silver Christmas trees. "It's about time you answered your phone."
"Yeah, crazy me, bein' asleep in the middle of the night. What the hell are ya doin' out in the snow?" he asked as he let him in. Well, not so much 'let him in' as allowed him to push by, trailing droplets of water behind him. "Your shitty shoes are soaked through, c'mon, let's get ya some better clothes."
"I went out for a run and lost track of how far I went, and what time it was." Garou took Badd's towel from him and rubbed it over his face and hair. When he stripped off his shirt, his normally pale skin was pink, and he grinned when he caught Badd looking. "Come here and give me a hug."
"Don't you fuckin' think about it." Badd didn't need to ask why he was out running in the middle of the night. Since they started hanging out, since they started dating, Garou had gotten more comfortable sharing that he was itching to move out of Bang's place. He wanted more of his own space, his own time, and for now he took it when he could, even if it was the dead of night in winter.
Badd pulled back his covers and yanked out a sweatshirt stuffed between the sheets and blankets. "Here."
Garou arched on thick brow. "Do I want to ask why you've got one of my sweatshirts in your bed?"
He didn't have a good reason. Garou smelled good. He liked having something of his. It felt like hugging Garou when he wasn't around. See, those were all not-good reasons, because they were ones he wasn't about to share. "The only thing I wanna hear from you is, 'gosh, thanks, Badd, for givin' me something warm to wear, and lettin' me sleep in your bed on the coldest night of the damn century.'"
"You're going to let me sleep in your bed?"
Badd ignored the blushing in his cheeks. Right. Garou had never slept over before. But it was fine this time, right? They'd been together for months. "Where the hell else are ya gonna sleep? Rest of the house is an ice cube."
He almost thought Garou would hesitate, but that was kind of dumb. This was Garou, after all, and he remembered that quickly as Garou all but dove into the bed like Badd might change his mind. He watched him squirm around, and then dodged his pants as they went flying from the bed and across the room. "Let me borrow some of your boxers."
"Why didn't ya do that before ya got in?!"
"What, did you want to watch that too--oof." He took the underwear right in the face, and it was only when he seemed like he had put them on that Badd finally climbed into bed next to him. His body was already warming up, and Badd tried to figure out where to put his hands, how to position himself.
Garou was the one who made that decision. He pushed Badd over--"Oi!"--and wrestled his arms around Badd's waist until he was spooning him. Badd could feel his whole body that way: the length of his legs, how big his hands were, how that chin felt resting on his shoulder. He shivered, hoping that Garou would assume it was just from the remaining chill.
"I'll pay you back. For letting me stay," he heard Garou say quietly in his ear, and he kissed Badd's warm cheek. "'Night."
He wanted to tell him not to worry about it...but that struck his curiosity. What did Garou consider when he was paying someone back? Especially his boyfriend...so instead he gave his arm a squeeze and simply replied, "'Night, Garou."
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