Yaku Morisuke

Yaku’s new look though!! ✨✨⭐

[at a coffee]

yaku: aren’t you forgetting something?

lev, he stands thinking:ah…

lev: [giving yaku a kiss on the forehead and then leaving]

yaku: no! pay for bill. damn, who raised you.

national japan team practice

atsumu:

yaku: shut up ‘tsumu

atsumu: i didn’t say anything!!!

yaku: ok well now you did so shut up

Word Count:2130

Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Post-Timeskip

Summary: Morisuke wants to ask Lev if he can be the big spoon, but he’s terrified to do it.

Morning, everyone! Here is my story for the YakuLev Exchange! I hope you enjoy some of the most cavity-inducing fluff to date :)

Stop being a chickenshit, Morisuke! Just ask him already! 

Yet a chickenshit is exactly what Morisuke felt like as he lay in the bed that he and his boyfriend Lev shared, flat on his back with the covers pulled right up to the underside of his nose. It was unbearably hot underneath the covers, what with his face burning the temperature of the sun, but there was no way in hell that he was going to take them off. He didn’t want Lev to see him all flustered for no apparent reason. No thank you, Morisuke was perfectly content to let his big lanky noodle of a man be oblivious in the adjoining bathroom. 

Ugh, look at him. Doing his “brushing my teeth dance,” Morisuke swooned hopelessly when he turned to look at his boyfriend. Lev was humming an off-key tune to himself as he danced with his reflection in the mirror. He always brushed his teeth with way too much vigor, Morisuke said, flinging foamy toothpaste everywhere. He wore down the bristles so quickly that they had to replace his toothbrush three times as fast as a normal person’s. But Morisuke loved his goofy boyfriend and the way he brushed his teeth, damn it, among a million other little things about him. 

Which was why he was agonizing over the decision to ask Lev to be the big spoon when they cuddled tonight. 

Look, Morisuke knew it was silly, agonizing over something as simple as a snuggling position. But he couldn’t help but get all in his head about it. Would he be breaking some “rule” by suggesting it? After all, Lev was the taller one; it was assumed that he was supposed to be the big spoon in all understood premises of dating. Was Morisuke weirdfor wanting to clamber onto his boyfriend’s back and hug him like some kind of human jetpack? It was thoughts like these that made his tongue tie up into pretzel knots every night when Lev flounced back into the room and prepared to get in bed. 

Do it do it do it do it do it! Morisuke screamed at himself. His brown eyes peered over the hem of the covers, pupils constricted to pinpoints like a hawk’s as he watched his boyfriend strut around to his side of the bed. He was still humming that janky “brushing my teeth” tune under his breath with little disjointed swings of his hips, completely unaware of the ethical dilemma that was plaguing his counterpart. 

So Lev didn’t think anything of pulling the covers back. But Morisuke thought a lot of it, and he screamed Lev’s name on reflex as soon as his shield of heat was taken away. 

Lev jumped back and dropped the covers at Morisuke’s yelp. He wildly looked over the mattress, instinctively searching for something that could have startled his boyfriend or something he could have done wrong. When he didn’t find anything, he just looked at Morisuke in utter bewilderment. Morisuke flushed bright red with shame, and now he didn’t have the blankets to hide his face. He hadn’t meant to yell like that! He just—ugh, he did weird shit when he was all wigged out. 

“Lev,” Morisuke repeated calmly. Despite his anxiety, he didn’t want Lev to think anything was too terribly amiss, so he tried his best to seem unperturbed. Lev was ditzy but not altogether dense, though. His smile was pinched as he regarded Morisuke pleasantly, taking care to sit gently on the edge of the bed rather than clamber excitedly into it like he normally did. Lev got excited about everything, including sleeping. “One of life’s most amazing simple pleasures!”, as he called it. 

“What is it?” Lev asked. He was using that same shell of pleasantness Morisuke was, a saccharine coat of sweetness that thinly veiled the bitter core of worry. The fact that Lev was so keenly aware of Morisuke’s discomposure just made him feel even more unwilling to voice his desires, but he knew that he couldn’t escape now. Lev would nag him until he finally caved. He might as well rip off the band-aid and accept his punishment for disturbing the status quo. 

“Lev, can I, um… Can I be the big spoon tonight?” 

Oh, there it was. A long, slow blink like a cat’s as the gears whirred in Lev’s brain. Morisuke’s hands inched toward the covers, preparing to fling them over himself to hide his miserable shame. Oh, what was taking so long? Lev was such an expressive person; it was downright torturous to see that stupid blank expression on his face. He had to give him something! Shock! Surprise! Even a fair bit of visceral disgust would be better than the sheer nothingness on his stupid pretty face! 

Just as Morisuke’s fingers had curled into the edge of the comfort, Lev’s face split into a wide, elated grin. 

“Okay!” he cried and immediately whipped around to shove his long legs under the covers. It was an effort to keep them from tangling around the lanky limbs while he scooted his skinny butt towards the middle of the bed; it involved a lot of kicking and wiggling. Morisuke just stared at him, mouth hanging open wide enough to catch flies, while his boyfriend let out little pants of exertion. “Okay!” Lev repeated when he finally settled himself. He swept his hand through his hair as he grinned breathlessly at his boyfriend. “I’m ready!” 

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Morisuke cried, throwing his arms up in the shape of an X. “That’s it? It’s that easy? There’s no like, debate?” 

“Why would there be a debate?” Lev asked while cocking his head to the side. Ugh, bless Morisuke’s boyfriend and his complete obliviousness to societal norms. 

“Well, you know…” Morisuke mumbled, looking down at his lap and fidgeting with the edge of the comforter. He said that in his head, but voicing his concerns aloud seemed even sillier than asking now. “Y-you’re the taller one, you know? Isn’t there, like, some unspoken rule that the taller one is the big spoon?” God, hearing the words out loud made it even worse! He was keenly aware that his face was burning hot, but he couldn’t bring himself to shield it with his hands. Even when downright mortified, Morisuke had his pride. 

Pride went out the window when Lev snorted in laughter, and a loud whap! echoed through the quiet bedroom as Morisuke slapped his hands to his face. 

“If there is a rule, I don’t much care,” Lev chuckled. Morisuke just hunched over and screamed into his palms. Lev laughed again, and the bed creaked slightly as he scooched closer. Ugh, and now he was draping his noodly arms over Morisuke. “There’s no need to be embarrassed!” It wasn’t very reassuring when laughter dripped from his words. “I’m not. In fact, I’m very happy.” 

“You are?” Morisuke asked hopefully and cracked his fingers apart to peer at him. 

“Of course I am!” he cried with an enthusiastic nod. “My boyfriend loves me enough to want to be the big spoon! I couldn’t be happier!” 

Morisuke’s cheeks burned against his palms, and he was sure that his skin was as red as a tomato. But he was so relieved by Lev’s words that he forced himself to pry his hands away from his face, even if that meant revealing his blush to his boyfriend. Lev just hummed at his shining cheeks, then leaned in to peck them, one on each. 

“If it bothers you that much, Morisuke, you don’t have to—” 

“No! I want to!” Morisuke cried and shook his head vehemently. He shook his head so hard that he accidentally cracked his skull right against Lev’s. They both recoiled with agonized groans; Morisuke fell face-forward, cradling his pounding skull with a muffled whine, while Lev craned his head back against the headboard while pressing his palms over the bright red spot on his forehead. They just sat there like that for a minute or so, waiting for the pain to ebb. The bruises on their pride definitely wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. 

Finally, Lev let out a breathy laugh. Morisuke knew that was his signal to rejoin the conversation, but he didn’t really want to. Maybe this was a sign from the universe. Little guys like him weren’t meant to spoon their spaghetti noodle boyfriends. Well, no harm in heeding the warnings and staying curled up in a ball. 

“Heyyyyyyyyyy~” Lev crooned while draping himself over Morisuke’s back and snaking his arms around his middle. Morisuke tried to wiggle free, slapping at the hands worming between his arms and his sides, but he’d never been able to escape from Lev. Lev secured a grip around his middle and used the leverage to uncurl him, and Morisuke just slouched in his arms. If someone took a picture, he’d probably look like one of those grumpy long cat memes. 

“Whaaaaaaaat?” Morisuke whined and kicked his legs halfheartedly in defiance. 

“I thought you wanted to be the big spoon?” 

“Not anymore,” Morisuke huffed and jutted out his lips in a sour pout. “The mood is ruined. Just let me wallow in my little spoon hell.” Morisuke tried to turn on his side to do just that, but Lev effortlessly pulled him back into a sitting position.

“But I want to be the little spoon!” Lev insisted with a laugh. 

Morisuke craned his head back to pout at him. Surely he was just saying things like that for Morisuke’s benefit. He looked serious, though, his big doe eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. 

“… Really?” he couldn’t help but ask one more time. 

Lev leaned down to press a little kiss to the tip of his nose, and he whispered adoringly against his skin, “Really.” 

“All right then, lover boy, flip over!” Morisuke barked, hiking up his leg to dig his toes right into the meat of Lev’s left buttcheek. Lev cackled with laughter but obediently untangled himself from Morisuke to flop over onto his right side. Morisuke shifted to sit up on his knees, eyes roving over his boyfriend’s stretched-out form. He held his hands up like he was measuring for a frame, trying to do mental calculations. He arrived at the conclusion that there was no one great way to do it, and so he just went for it. 

He flopped down on his side, then scooted across the bed until his chest was flush with Lev’s. It took a bit more maneuvering to get himself in a position where his nose wasn’t pressed in the middle of Lev’s shoulderblades; he wiggled upward while Lev scooched down until he could comfortably rest his chin in the crook of his neck. Morisuke then wormed his arms underneath Lev’s armpits and then clasped them around his chest; despite how skinny he was, his chest still had a broad circumference, so much that Morisuke could barely clasp his hands together over his sternum. It was a tight hug, but… Morisuke kind of liked it. He finished off by hooking his legs over Lev’s hips and crossing his ankles. 

I feel like a koala, Morisuke lamented, turning to bury his face into Lev’s neck in an effort to hide his rising blush. 

“So… How is it?” he mumbled into the soft skin of his neck. “I-is it nice?” 

“Mhmm,” Lev hummed sleepily. He ran his hands up the length of Morisuke’s bare legs, leaving tingles and raised hairs in their wake. “Like a really warm backpack.” 

“Tch. Do me a favor and stop with the comparisons,” Morisuke grunted while trying to push his face even further into Lev’s neck. He could feel the muscles in his throat move as he chuckled. Lev patted Morisuke’s thigh in a show of compliance, then reached down to grab the comforter. They both released soft sighs as the soft comforter draped over them. Lev’s hand fell back to Morisuke’s leg to begin tracing abstract patterns into his calf. 

“Love you,” Lev muttered drowsily. “Big spoon or little spoon, doesn’t matter. Love you all the same.” 

“Pssh. I love you too, you big oaf,” Morisuke huffed, finally pulling his head out of the crook of his neck to crane forward and plant an affectionate kiss on his cheek. He let his lips linger there, long enough to feel Lev’s skin stretch with the sleepy smile that bloomed on his mouth. 

“By the way…” Lev said, pausing to let out a big yawn. “I need a new toothbrush.”

Morisuke rolled his eyes and then flopped his head against Lev’s. 

“Of course you do.” 

But his tone wasn’t bitter, because Morisuke loved his boyfriend—from the way he brushed his teeth to the way he felt in his arms, and everything inbetween.