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. ]
no subject
[ 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. ]