Let the heart navigate

“Hajime,” Tooru whispers, nudging Hajime in the side with his elbow. Hajime grumbles, shifting on the bed, unwilling to drag himself out of his warm and comfortable sleepy haze just yet. He flips so that his back is facing Tooru and he lets out a soft, contented sigh.Tooru doesn’t seem fazed by this. He chuckles a little, sliding closer so that their bodies are pressed up together. He nuzzles against the back of Hajime’s neck and presses a series of tiny butterfly kisses there. Hajime smiles - he’s ticklish and Tooru knows it, damn it - and tries to wiggle away from Tooru. He manages to move a little ways away but Tooru’s quick to close that distance again and wrap his arms around Hajime’s waist.“Hajime,” he says again in a quiet little sing-song voice. He snuggles in and squeezes Hajime’s middle, his hands cool as they slide across Hajime’s bare stomach, “do you remember what today is?”