(thank you and of course. this is a short sequel/extra to my wedding planner fic)

tags: established relationship, humor, light nsfw + wound mentions, Sou Hiyori Speaking Spanish

Winter mornings were the worst.

Shin could barely move his limbs under the covers, perpetually sandwiched between the soft mattress and an amount of blankets that would likely suffocate a normal person. He didn’t exactly hate the feeling, after all, they kept him warm despite limiting his freedom. Huh. That sounded quite similar to a person he knew.

His decidedly mentally challenging companion was sipping on a small cup of ice-cold soda, at 8 AM, shirtless, because of course he was.

“11 degrees Celsius,” the younger man pronounced, elongating his words for no reason in particular. He had just opened the weather app — in order to prove a point, albeit sleepily —, partly regretting his choice because of the cold feeling of the screen under his fingertips. “Just so you know.”

(‘Your skin is so sensitive,’ his beloathed partner once said. Hiyori was definitely not wearing a stupid costume— no, Shin refused to relive such a horrifying experience in his head. ‘Good thing you called me to take care of it! I’ll do a proper examination of your condition right away…’

Needless to say, proper examination meant dressing as a doctor and carving bloody hearts on his thighs until he passed out. He had a slight feeling that Hiyori shouldn’t be allowed to get a diploma. At all.

But that was a story for another day. Their bedroom activities had gotten much safer afterwards — well, if just not letting him faint meant anything. If he convinced himself that it did, then it did.)

“And?” Hiyori hummed in response, turning his attention away from the news on the TV. He was truly getting old. “Do you want me to go out and build a snowman for you?”

The words you should just kill yourself and come back as a snowman next were right on the tip of Shin’s tongue, but he carefully opted not to let them out. Knowing that petty freak, he would actually do it.

“You should just… wear something. I don’t know.” He frowned, looking away from the display. Hiyori’s naked torso alone made him shiver.

That sight was such a wild divergence from years ago, when he thought about it. He used to see his friend’s nape once in a full moon — other parts of his body, then, were locked behind layers and layers of clothes that not even superior beings would dare uncover.

And now, this shameless creature simply walked around in dress pants and exposed tits like he owned the place.
(Which he technically did, but his money was by no means hard earned.)

“Hmm… no, gracias.” Hiyori inspected his nails with a bored look.

Shin gave him a tired look. “Stop that.”

Hiyori blinked. “Stop what?”

“The random Spanish.”

“Tú no me mandas.” The older man declared with a smile.

Shin groaned. “Fucker. What does that mean?”

“It means of course, I listen to everything my beautiful fiancé says!”

Shin raised a suspicious eyebrow. Hiyori just shrugged, the imbecile.

After a minute or two of peaceful silence, he struck again, seemingly out of nowhere. “Y’know, we should move to Mexico City.”

The younger man promptly dropped his phone on his face, losing the combo in whatever trashy rhythm game he had recently installed. “What?”

“The warm weather would be good for you. And…” He chose that moment to let out a dramatic, dreamy sigh, as if someone had just mentioned manslaughter. “I miss being able to speak Spanish freely, away from those who judge me.”

Shin stared at him. “We’re literally engaged, Hiyori.”

He didn’t know why that sentence in particular gave him flashbacks.

“Yes, yes. It’s not like you’re getting rid of me anytime soon.” The other man grinned at him, placing his soda down and walking to the bed. “With or without the Spanish.”

“What if I marry a Mexican guy instead?”

Hiyori answered without missing a beat. “Then I’ll eat his flesh with jalapeños.”

“Wow,” Shin huffed, unimpressed (but oddly amused), “Sexy.”

The next time he used their shared computer, an ungodly number of tickets to Mexico tabs greeted his eyes. He wouldn’t try to stop Hiyori’s whims, anyway.