冨岡 義勇 tomioka giyuu (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
waterstyle) wrote2019-11-08 04:31 am
waterstyle) wrote2019-11-08 04:31 am
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MODERN AU // w/sanemi
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it's 7 am. the first alarm has gone off, so it's time for giyuu to start his morning routine. he no longer needed his own alarm, since living with shinazugawa, since the man liked hitting snooze all damn morning. there was never any point in sleeping in, whether it was a day off or his schedule had some afternoon classes thrown in here and there. it was best for everyone involved that he woke up at 7.
every morning is, more or less, the same.
he gets up, showers, brushes his teeth and starts to make himself a pot of tea.
at 7:45, the third snooze alarm is hit and giyuu prepares the coffee grounds. if the breakfast he is preparing is sturdier than usual he would begin. he glances outside, the weather looked reasonable and clear- no need for anything too heavy, so he'll just focus on the coffee prep first.
8:00 is when giyuu puts the pot on, exhaling his first sigh on the morning.
now is when he starts on breakfast, the sizzling of the fried eggs and bacon was a far better sound than the incessant sounds coming from shinazugawa's room.
8:15 is when breakfast is served neat on two plates, a steaming cup of coffee beside one, a third cup of tea next to the other. and this morning he has a side plate of seasonal fruit, freshly ripe and cut. wordlessly giyuu takes his seat, a wary gaze focusing on the entrance of the kitchen. usually the other man gets fed up, or the tempting smells from the kitchen rouses him. this was the preferred method of waking him.
if not, he'd have to get creative. ]
it's 7 am. the first alarm has gone off, so it's time for giyuu to start his morning routine. he no longer needed his own alarm, since living with shinazugawa, since the man liked hitting snooze all damn morning. there was never any point in sleeping in, whether it was a day off or his schedule had some afternoon classes thrown in here and there. it was best for everyone involved that he woke up at 7.
every morning is, more or less, the same.
he gets up, showers, brushes his teeth and starts to make himself a pot of tea.
at 7:45, the third snooze alarm is hit and giyuu prepares the coffee grounds. if the breakfast he is preparing is sturdier than usual he would begin. he glances outside, the weather looked reasonable and clear- no need for anything too heavy, so he'll just focus on the coffee prep first.
8:00 is when giyuu puts the pot on, exhaling his first sigh on the morning.
now is when he starts on breakfast, the sizzling of the fried eggs and bacon was a far better sound than the incessant sounds coming from shinazugawa's room.
8:15 is when breakfast is served neat on two plates, a steaming cup of coffee beside one, a third cup of tea next to the other. and this morning he has a side plate of seasonal fruit, freshly ripe and cut. wordlessly giyuu takes his seat, a wary gaze focusing on the entrance of the kitchen. usually the other man gets fed up, or the tempting smells from the kitchen rouses him. this was the preferred method of waking him.
if not, he'd have to get creative. ]
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uuuuunfortunately, that's much easier said than done, even with his insurance of five alarms.
the first and second alarms run their full course, only stopping when it comes time to transition to the next. he's heard them enough times by now that they don't register as proper alarms. although he doesn't quite stir, he does instinctively roll over to make himself comfortable.
the third and forth are where he starts to look mildly discontented, tossing and turning a few times with his brows in a deep-seated v. … save for several fairly loud bangs, he's ultimately successful when he moves to silence them.
as for the fifth— well. ostensibly, he has less finesse a quarter awake than he is when he's unconscious. and the result of that? he ends up taking a tumble down the side of his bed as he tries to shut it off for the third time.
it still doesn't fully wake him up though, seemingly content enough to fall back asleep as is. ]
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sigh number two.
it was time to get creative.
the last morning he had to do this, he threw a cup of chilled water on sanemi's lap. today he will skip the option that makes him do laundry, and instead calmly walk to his own room. giyuu is only in there for a minute, reemerging with gym whistle in hand.
ok.
he will suffer the noise complaint later. if it wakes sanemi then he will suffer any and all consequences.
usually he knocks before entering the other man's space, it was only polite. but you know what wasn't polite? letting your alarms last over an hour. that was bullshit. patient giyuu draws the line at bullshit.
so he unceremoniously kicks open the door, whistle betwixt his lips, blowing haphazardly. and shrilly.
very. shrill.
removing the whistle only for a moment, to utter a very deadpan: ]
Wake up.
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still, just as sanemi's learned (and tried) to adapt and evolve, so has giyuu, apparently, and no practical amount of covers or blankets would suffice in blocking out a sound that's a decibel away from shattering ear drums. it takes a few seconds, but as soon as those seconds tick, sanemi emerges from his pod and reaches for one of the pillows atop his bed before carelessly tossing it in giyuu's direction. ]
Are you trying to make me fucking deaf?!
[ there are?? better ways?? of going about this??? ]
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[ unbelievable.
stuffing the whistle in his pocket, catching the offending pillow with an exasperated sound. he has sympathy for the long nights sanemi keeps, working two jobs is admirable (and perhaps soon something giyuu will need to do himself,) but exhausting. but his morning routine, this... system of alarms were clearly not working as intended.
and it gave him a headache.
pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closing for a brief moment. ]
I thought you already were.
[ and he gestures to the direction of the alarm. ]
Your coffee and breakfast are getting cold.
[ he's taking this pillow as a hostage as well. ]
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then again, he should also know better that his habits aren't quite the norm or entirely healthy too, having eked by the skin of his teeth for the better part of his twenty-one years. sanemi wouldn't ever admit to it, but there's a part of him that… appreciates the change in routine regardless of the several extra minutes of sleep in trade-off; being able to relax in his mornings and have the time for a proper breakfast has been an understated blessing almost, instead of having to make mad dashes to clock in before the bell. ]
There's a difference between phone alarms and a whistle made to be heard across a fucking field. [ so, other than a grumble, sanemi abates on some of the aggression, dragging his hands across his face and slapping his cheeks in attempt to further dispel his grogginess. it's more or less a futile attempt.
nevertheless, he gets up with a sigh of his own, throwing his sheets off rather miserably. what, did tomioka really think he'd fight him for a couple more zs? in a way, the thought sobers him up more than anything else— how pretentious. ]
Tch, whatever. At least if that happens I'll never have to listen to your nagging again. [ turning, he drags himself to the bathroom. ] I'll be out in five.
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[ since the desired result came to fruition, giyuu tosses the pillow back on sanemi's bed, then quietly makes his way back to the kitchen. while he may have indicated that the man's food was getting cold, he did take the time to brew a fresh pot and put the plate in the microwave. he wouldn't keep it cold.
since he was up and restless, giyuu moves around their apartment to grab the paper from yesterday morning (he could not be bothered to go and grab the fresh one just yet, and this one still served a purpose) flipping open the wanted ads. he didn't think he was getting fired, but it was always good to have a backup plan or something on the side. they weren't made of money, and giyuu liked to feel secure.
leaning against the counter, sipping his cold tea, waiting for the coffee to brew and the right time to turn the microwave on. it was oddly important to him that sanemi had a proper breakfast that was good for him and that he liked. because giyuu remembers the first few days.
he shudders at the memory of those rushed mornings. never again.
in the meantime, he will just... peruse this paper, brows furrowed.
...
why are most of these customer service related? that sounds awful. ]
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but, well. it's a moot point between it being far too early and sanemi being far too sleep deprived to argue back, simply clicking his tongue in disagreement. en route to the bathroom, he almost bumps himself against the door frame, too— thankfully, he manages to swivel away last minute through a series of clumsy steps, making it to the sink to splash water on his face and brush his teeth.
on an ideal day, he squeezes in a shower; that's reserved for two or three snoozes days though, not five. as a result, he resurfaces with a bit of a scowl, softened by his constant need to yawn. ]
… 'morning.
[ sometimes, he tries not to be utterly terrible, despite the fact that greetings aren't supposed to offset a lack of an apology and be something of a given. yet, just like how giyuu fails at following any kind of standard, so does sanemi, sliding into his seat with a touch more reluctance than usual. ]
I can tell you already that those are gonna be a waste of your time.
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Good morning.
[ it was enough for giyuu, who never expected nor... really wanted an apology? this was just how things were sometimes, and he didn't love or hate it. coexisting in relative peace was the goal and they seemed to be... finally reaching that point? possibly? or he was delusional.
either way he blinks over his paper, then slides his attention down to the ads again.
...
frown. ]
What makes you say that?
[ other than they all look terrible. ]
...Why do they all require working with the public.
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you couldn't even call what ceasefires they managed to scrounge up between them getting along; they're as capricious as sanemi is prone to getting angry, which is to say… not reliable in the slightest.
immediately, he makes for the eggs, shoveling one whole into his mouth. ]
You'll get fired within the day, obviously. Granted you make it past the interview.
[ … his name would not be shinazugawa sanemi without making at least one snide remark. ]
I'm sure there's a boring office job that isolates you in some cubicle somewhere?
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[ giyuu didn't even see it as a snide remark, just the truth. he didn't thrive well with people, and it was only his connections within the staff at school that he even maintained his gym teacher position.
sighing again he folds the newspaper and sets it aside. he'll get a fresh paper later and peruse part time positions. he supposes he could use his phone too, but after accidentally emailing the wrong people a few too many times... he only touches it when absolutely necessary. ]
I'm under qualified for those.
[ not to mention how slow he types, computers... like his smart phone, were not his favorite.
picking at his own food, ignoring sanemi for the most part- he ate like a man starving (almost all the time?) and it would sour his appetite. besides, it wasn't like they were friendly and he needed to keep attention or conversation going.
but he does ask, after a reasonable enough time: ]
I'll be doing the shopping later, is there anything you'd like while I'm out?
[ just common courtesy, he figures. ]