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Chris always knows whenever Miyuki is stressed.
His shoulders become tense. The gears in his brain run at a slower pace—he would take a good full minute to answer anything that Chris asks him, no matter how simple that question is. He would take his glasses off and rub his eyes every few minutes.
Sometimes, when Miyuki thinks Chris isn’t looking, he would yawn quietly before quickly returning to whatever task he’s trying to get done.
All of those are visible to Chris, even though other people might just miss those signs.
Today, it’s happening again. Miyuki is overworking himself again. Chris has seen him sitting on their living room sofa with that laptop open in front him since about five hours ago. It has been far too long.
Luckily, Chris is also familiar with what to do whenever this happens.
He approaches Miyuki slowly. When Miyuki makes no attempt to recognize his presence, Chris bends down a little and carefully tangles his fingers between the locks of Miyuki’s messy hair. That trick is always successful to get Miyuki’s attention.
True to his prediction, Miyuki is now glancing up at him—an annoyed pout on his lips.
“You. To rest,” Chris says. He is never one to beat around the bush.
Miyuki snorts. “Can’t you see what I am doing right now?”
“I see it,” Chris retorts without a beat, “And I’ve seen you at it for far too long. Give yourself a break, Miyuki.”
Miyuki takes his glasses off—now giving Chris his full attention—and Chris can see his petulant pout clearer. “It’s—I should get this done before Monday.”
Chris hums. He presses his palm on Miyuki’s head and tugs the hair gently; it’s his own subtle way to get across that ‘You should listen to me this time, Miyuki, don’t argue with me.’
Miyuki is smart enough to get that even without Chris actually saying it. But that’s not the point here. The point is for Miyuki to get what he’s saying and actually do as he says.
Leaning his head a bit on Chris’s palm, Miyuki sighs quietly. “I know this is still Saturday morning and this document isn’t due until, like, 40 hours for now, and—”
“You need rest, Miyuki,” Chris cuts him off, “You are a terrible worker when you’re sleep-deprived. You might be a genius, but your brain runs like a snail when it hasn’t gotten enough rest yet. Remember that time you told Sawamura that gecko is an insect—”
“Alright! Alright! Enough. I get it.” Miyuki huffs. “You are ruthless, aren’t you?”
An amused smirk tugs at Chris’s lips. “You should be the one who knows me the most.”
“I do.” Miyuki stands up and pecks Chris’s lips shortly. A sly smirk graces his tired, pale face. “Alright, Chris, if you insist. But now, it’s your responsibility to make me tired enough to sleep.”
“I can do that without problem.” Chris pulls him closer before kissing him again. Deeper. Harder. He whispers, “But I’m not sure if you have enough stamina now to even let me do that.”
Miyuki laughs.