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( since one's the loneliest number... )

[ If Akashi had to explain it, he wouldn't be able to. He is, of course, aware that there has always been a duality to his existence — Akashi Seijuurou is inherently not one but two, and it has never particularly bothered him much. It is what it is, and he is who he is. End of story.

But even still, he never expected to be literally two people.

For better or for worse, though, he won't be the first one to make that discovery. Nope, that one will fall to Mayuzumi (the poor, poor guy who happened to have the [mis]fortune to be Akashi's soulmate), because when he wakes up in the morning, he's not going to find himself spooning with Akashi. He's going to find himself sandwiched right in between Akashis, each of them looking plenty comfortable where they're snuggled in.

Here is the living proof that more is not always better. ]

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[ But why wouldn't he take advantage of this opportunity to do twice as much work? Ignoring the fact that he already does a near superhuman amount of work on his own to begin with. God forbid he just relax or something.

The yellow-eyed Akashi picks an outfit out of his drawers and puts them on; if his other self wants to cuddle, that's his prerogative, but he has other ideas. ]

I'm making breakfast. Shall I call for you when I'm done?

Mm, that's fine with me.

[He doesn't have any other suggestions that he thinks Akashi would agree to. It still feels surreal that he gets to enjoy a nice, warm bed with Akashi and a breakfast that neither of them has to get up to cook. Once the other is gone, he huffs a soft breath over the top of Akashi's hair before attempting to nuzzle a little at his neck.]

You know, this almost feels as if I'm being spoiled.

[Almost, because this is still a problem. One they can hopefully deal with later.]

Please do try to take my structural integrity seriously.

[ Just because having two of him is useful doesn't mean it isn't... weird. Very weird. Akashi would prefer it if he weren't splitting into two for no particular reason. He sighs deeply before pressing into the touch, nuzzling back in turn. ]

... But at least it doesn't seem to be a pressing problem. Yet.

I hoped you'd say something if you weren't feeling well. How do you feel? For all I know, you two might not be able to go very far from each other.

[If creating distance between them actually hurt Akashi, Mayuzumi would call them both out of work. Even if he had to gag one or both of them to do it. He could still work from home anyway. Pulling back a bit, he gives Akashi a good, searching look. His face looks softer somehow, almost younger, even. Humming to himself, Mayuzumi strokes his thumb below the eye that isn't usually a match for the other.]

We may not always get along, but you are my soulmate and I do care for you... Both parts of you, I should add.

[Shit, maybe he's the one that's gone soft.]

Ah.

[ There's a pause, and then Akashi breaks into a genuine (if small) smile, the kind of smile that takes up the entire face, not just the mouth. ]

I ought to have recorded that. You should say it again when both of me are here.

[ Now he's pretty sure he's Mayuzumi won't say it again, but ah well. He'll share this discovery with other him anyway. ]

Don't worry, I'll take care of myself. If not for my own sake, but to make sure you won't have to concern yourself with it.

... I'll tell the other half of you later.

[He's grumbly, but fair is fair. He knows he'd be miffed if he'd been the one to get split in two and the other half of him got to hear something like that out of Akashi and he didn't.

It would also be worth it if he got to see that expression again. Realizing he'd gotten sidetracked, Mayuzumi pokes Akashi right in the gut with two fingers.]

Uh-uh, no dodging the question. Besides, you saying something like that just makes me wo- er, think you'll just not tell me if something feels wrong.

[What a nice save; he should pat himself on the back.]

[ Ah-haaa, his chance to get that recording anyway! Akashi's definitely going to commemorate it. That one time Mayuzumi openly admitted his affection without prompting, truly something to hold precious. ]

I'll tell you, but I have no idea how to tell if anything's wrong. This isn't exactly... a normal thing to happen, so how am I supposed to tell what's abnormal and okay as opposed to abnormal and harmful?

[ As far as he can tell, there's no pain; he doesn't seem to be missing any memories... there's just a separate him, that's all. ]

You've got a point there. I suppose I'll just have to keep an eye on you both to make sure you don't do anything weird. Which me~ans... You should both probably stay home tomorrow anyway.

[He likes to think he's gotten to know Akashi well enough to notice that much. Ah, but speaking of noticing things...]

Did you know your eyes changed colors? The other you—his are definitely both the shade your left eye was when we went to bed.

[If he's lucky, he mentioned that quickly enough that Akashi won't argue with him.]

I can't be a shutaway forever just because of... all of this.

[ No way!! He's totally going to work tomorrow, it will take a reckoning larger than this to break his record of "days he hasn't had to call in sick, I am immune to illness, I'm Akashi Seijuurou and I will conquer viruses through sheer force of will".

At the mention of his different colored eyes, though, he does have to take pause. ]

... I had thought it might be something like that, though I couldn't be sure without a mirror.

Not forever, no. Just until we can test if there's any limitations.

[His biggest worry at the moment is proximity. Mayuzumi can only imagine what might happen if one of them left for work while the other stayed home, only for them to collapse or worse. He doesn't want to even think of the worst that could happen.

Realizing he was holding Akashi a little more tightly than he'd intended, he sighs and eases up a little. As much as he may have been taking this lightly before, the more he lets himself seriously think about it, the more upset it makes him. That's probably the last thing Akashi needs right now.]

... I don't think I follow you. You think this has something to do with your eyes?

You didn't notice? In high school, that one time...

[ Well, now that he thinks about it, there were a lot of things that happened surrounding the time that his eyes changed back to being a matching pair of red. Like the fact that they were in the middle of a basketball game. Also the fact that they lost that basketball game. ]

When you met me, I had two different colored eyes. A year later, they were the same... are you following what I'm getting at?

[ Maybe it would help if he just. Explained. Directly. ]

Mm.. No one else mentioned it, so after a while I started to wonder if I'd imagined things the whole time... Still not sure I'm following though.

[As... interesting..... as his last year in highschool was, Mayuzumi would really rather not be reminded of that game. What he'd done at the time, he'd done because it was Akashi asking him. He likes to think that if it had been anyone else but his soulmate pulling that shit, he would have outright refused.

His thumb starts stroking at Akashi's side, back and forth, back and forth as he listens.]

The person I was before that match and the person I was after it... weren't quite the same.

[ It doesn't surprise him that Mayuzumi caught onto that much, though, considering that's sort of Mayuzumi's thing. Observing people.

He wraps his arms a little more tightly around Mayuzumi in turn, settling at the curve of his waist and resting there, almost a little possessive. ]

No complaints here. I rather like it when you're not threatening to gouge out your own eyes.

[Oh.

Oh no. Mayuzumi freezes as he thinks about what Akashi's saying, and what he just said. It had been an off-hand remark, but. But. He feels like things are starting to suddenly click into place, and he really has to wonder again how this might actually be affecting Akashi if it were true.]

Akashi. Would the you in the kitchen happen to be the type to say something like that?

Probably, if you tried him. Ah, I really don't advise that, though.

[ Akashi would actually gouge his eyes out, if it came down to it. Either of them, although only one of them thinks that's a rational reply to have to anything.

That said, even this Akashi seems remarkably casual talking about eye-gouging. ]

The rest is obvious now, I assume.

This is so weird. Not that I mind there being two of you but... I'm sure we'll figure something out to put you back together again.

[This Akashi seems remarkably casual about everything so far. Mayuzumi seriously considers the merits of punching either of them if they try that threat, or a similar one, again. Sighing heavily, he moves to bury his face against Akashi's neck and wonder if he's only as calm as he is himself (relatively speaking...) because both parts of Akashi seem to be taking this so well.]

None of this is how I wanted to spend our day off.

[ Akashi runs his hand through Mayuzumi's hair, resting it on the back of his neck. ]

Oh, really? Are you saying you feel like you've already gotten too much of me?

[ He knows that is probably not what Mayuzumi meant at all, but it's not going to stop him from teasing. ]

Mm... No, I don't think I actually mind that there's more of you. You're both still mine, after all.

[He doesn't even sound smug about it, simply accepting. Admittedly, he also doesn't mind that he gets to laze in bed with Akashi like this and still get to enjoy having Akashi cook for them at the same time. Mayuzumi likes it when Akashi plays with his hair, likes how the touch has come to instantly make him relax and close his eyes to enjoy it, no matter what he's doing.]

It's just that I planned to sleep in with you, then wear you out before you could even think about working today.

You say that as if you've ever won against my stamina when there's only one of me.

[ But it's a nice thought, dream big Mayuzumi. Hopefully he hasn't gotten too comfortable in the meanwhile, though, because from the kitchen the other Akashi calls out — ]

Breakfast is ready, hurry up before it gets cold.

[That makes him groan, because yes, he had gotten comfortable.]

Coming!

[Right after he takes a moment to pin Akashi to the bed for a surprise, possessive kiss. Mayuzumi does fantasize about the day he can so thoroughly wear him out in bed, but even he has to admit that with two of them, he'd be more likely to pass out from sexual bliss... not that that seemed all too bad an idea, either.]

[ As much as he'd like to wrap his arms around Mayuzumi and pull him in to continue that, the siren song of food is pretty alluring — he has to content himself with kissing back and giving a playful little nip before getting up, stretching out before making off to the kitchenette. His other self, naturally, knows his tastes all too well — it's a nice, neat, traditional Japanese-style breakfast.

The yellow-eyed Akashi's already sitting at the kitchenette island, awaiting them. ]

What took you two so long?

[Well, that seems to settle whether or not the two of them have some sort of telepathy going on. That would have been especially weird to get used to. Mayuzumi trails after Akashi, but he doesn't go immediately to his seat. Instead he crosses over to where the other one is seated to give him a brief, searching look.

Even if he's different, Mayuzumi knows he's also very much the same in many other ways. He leans in to steal his second kiss of the morning, and though this one is slower, it's still just as possessive as the first had been. When he pulls back his voice is soft, though the other Akashi can probably hear him anyway.]

I promised I'd tell you, too, that even if we don't always get along—even if something like this happens—you're still my soulmate and I care for every part of you.

[Mayuzumi's smiling as he finds his seat, as if he's been so smooth this whole time and not spent most of the extra time in bed being a worrywart.]

[ Akashi pauses as he tables the food he's just finished cooking, leaning into the kiss as if he'd expected it entirely. ]

That's nice, Chihiro.

[ And then, more seriously, he smirks and presses a kiss to Mayuzumi's cheek before taking a seat himself. ]

Were you really that worried? Things will return to normal eventually, I'm sure.

[It is really tempting to muss Akashi's hair for that. Maybe later, when he'll be less prepared for it.]

Of course not. I even said it felt like I was being spoiled.

[Except he totally was. Now though, he can't go and start throwing the same questions at this version of Akashi. Even if he did, Mayuzumi has a hunch he might dodge answering even more than his counterpart had attempted. Hell, it was nice in a way, but if either of them decided they didn't want to worry him and something happened, he was going to be pissed.]

[ And the yellow-eyed Akashi just gives Mayuzumi a look like please, I know what you were thinking. But it's kind of endearing anyway, which is why he decides to let Mayuzumi eat his breakfast in relative peace. ]

Don't worry, Chihiro. We're taking this situation seriously.

[ Akashi doesn't plan on risking his bodily integrity. Or, at least, more than he already inherently is... ]

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