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“‘Taka! Have you seen my jacket?” A lack of an immediate answer. It was suspicious. “‘Taka?”
“No.” The man was still in bed, mostly because Serizawa hadn't ousted him yet; honestly he could be such a lay about. But Serizawa supposed he couldn't blame him, work wasn't exactly what Reigen wanted it to be right now and he hadn't been sleeping well. He knew the stress caused him to lay awake at night, had caught him staring silently up into the darkness more than once, and knew he was frantically trying to make it work out anyway he knew how.
“Come on, up, we're going to be late.”
“I have it under good authority that the boss is okay with it.” Muffled, he was hiding under the covers, just the top of his head visible, and Serizawa bent to kiss it. Reigen curled tighter. “We could just stay home.” His heart warmed, usually he’d say the apartment.
“We could, yeah, but what about the social media campaign idea?” A long suffering sigh and one sleepy eye, ringed in shadow, appeared, glaring weakly, as he whined.
“You never let me pursue my self destructive tendencies.”
“Mm, it's a flaw,” he kissed him again, “I know.” Serizawa reached for the blankets and knew he had a battle on his hands when Reigen disappeared completely, coiled up into a small ball. “Okay, like a bandaid, if you hurry you have time for a shower.” They came away, leaving behind one conman huddled underneath his missing suit jacket. Rolling his eyes, he laughed.
“You asked if I’d seen it. Clearly, I hadn't because it was under the covers with me.”
“Yes, your logic knows no bounds.” Another kiss, pressed to a sleep warm cheek as he lifted the jacket gently away, shrugging into the heat of Reigen’s body, and the man sat up, one pale shoulder completely visible through the neck of his oversized shirt. “If you don't go now you won't have time to shower.” The promise of hot water got him up and moving.
They just made the train, laughing breathlessly from the run.
It became something of a routine, stealing his jacket, and he wasn't quite sure of the appeal, but every time it went missing the first place he looked was Reigen. He wrapped it around himself when he worked, used it as a blanket at night, hid under it when he napped on the office couch, and Serizawa thought he was going to need another one because Reigen wore it more than he did.
It had been a very hard week, Reigen slept even less than usual and no matter how many times Serizawa coaxed and kissed and soothed him to sleep, he was awake minutes later. He’d moved himself to the couch to stop disturbing him even though he’d told him it was fine, he understood and it was okay. Reigen was manic with the campaign, not willing to put all his trust in it, but at the same time knowing this was probably his last chance. He’d quit smoking out of circumstance but more than once Serizawa caught him lifting a pen to his lips out of old habit.
It was only towards the end of the third week that the comments started turning positive. Business was up, not a lot, but it was steadier than it had been for months and between little rest and actually working again, Reigen was an exhausted mess. He managed the expense reports that evening, announcing blearily that if things continued as they were they'd be on the up and up. Serizawa let him tug his jacket off, giving it up without a fight, knowing the man was heading to the office couch with it. He bade Shigeo a good evening, thanked him for his work, and saw him out, promising he would get Reigen home safe.
He was sitting sideways against the back, sans shoes, knees tucked to his chin, waiting for him. Above his collar he could just see dark rimmed eyes shut against the light of the room. Serizawa sat beside him and tipped the dozing man against him, running his fingers through his hair and down his back, pondering as Reigen melted.
“Why do you always take my jacket, ‘Taka?” There was no answer for several minutes and he thought maybe he really had fallen asleep, relief from finally clawing his way out of the hole he’d been living in letting him rest.
“S’warm,” he mumbled, sinking deeper into the folds, deeper into him, eyes still closed, “smells nice, like you.” Serizawa felt his mouth gape open, grateful Reigen wasn't really awake, blush rising in his face and heart pounding with the affection he felt for this man. “S’better though, having the real thing…” barely a sigh, and tears sprang to his eyes as he bundled Reigen into an embrace, holding the slack face in his palm and pressing kiss after soft kiss to warm lips, feeling them turn up into a smile and respond sleepily back, uncoordinated with fatigue. “M’tired, Katsuya,” Reigen breathed when they stopped, and he wouldn't have heard it if they weren't already so close.
“I know,” he smoothed back messy hair, guiding him into his neck and tugging his jacket closer. “We can catch the next train.”