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“Y/n…..Y/n can you stop moving.” Chuuya grumbles, his voice gravely with exhaustion. Before they had moved in together Y/n had warned him he was a very….particular sleeper but the mafioso had assumed it really couldn’t be that bad.
For the most part it wasn’t, Chuuya could handle the fan on the nightstand blowing a constant breeze on them, the white noise machine playing rain noises, the weighted blanket Y/n would inevitably beg him to make heavier using his ability, the ridiculous sleep mask that reminded him of a certain bandaged freak, all of that was fine. What drove him crazy though was all the tossing and turning.
His boyfriend would go from laying on his back then his side then his stomach then his side again over and over he simply couldn’t get comfortable. Chuuya had ordered a new mattress the two picked out together hoping to alleviate some of the issue but it had yet to arrive so he’d had to deal with this for a few more nights.
“Oh sorry I’ll stop.” Y/n mumbles softly laying onto his back. A minute passes then ten and while the other mans squirming has stopped Chuuya can tell hes still wide awake and uncomfortable which is arguably worse than the movement problem. He sighs before sitting up moving to look down at his boyfriend.
“Ok clearly this aint working. Tell me hon is there anything I can do to help you finally sleep.” The red head offers and Y/n shrugs.
“I dunno…I’m so exhausted I don’t know why I can't sleep. It’s like my mind’s sending every signal it can and my body just isn’t receiving them. I'm sorry for keeping you up with me—” Y/N starts but soon feels an arm wrap around him, Chuuya pressing into his back throwing his leg over the other man's hip. Usually he’s particularly about being held, sometimes it feels too restrictive or the angle he's at makes his arm fall asleep. But right now, with Chuuya's heartbeat thrumming against his back, his even breathing brushing against the hairs on his neck, his thumb making small predictable circles on his hip, everything felt right. Good.
Chuuya as if sensing his boyfriend's body starting to finally rest lets out a content sigh “If you asked me to I’d stay up with you as long as you needed me you know that right? I dunno what’s bothering you….and I believe ya when you say you don't know what it is either. The mind has a funny way of keeping things from us. I do know we both need to rest though, and if it takes me holding you like this or going to make us some tea or hell high tailing it to the closest convenience store to buy every brand of melatonin gummies they have I’d do it for you….I love you Y/N. Now please, try and get some rest.”
Y/N didn’t respond right away just laying there in the other man’s embrace staring up at the ceiling counting the tiles. As his eyes started to flutter shut, and he pulled his sleep mask back over his eyes, he started counting sheep instead. In the small window of remaining consciousness he had he squeezed the other man's side twice, as if to return the sentiment of his love.
What would happen tomorrow was uncertain, the day after that even more so. But that didn’t matter right now, right now the moon hung overhead, its light seeping in under the closed curtains, the rain from the sound machine filled their shared bedroom, the fan rustled their hair.
And they were both counting sheep as they finally fell into blissful unconsciousness.