Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, it firmly belongs to the genius of Konomi Takeshi. Warmth
It was September, almost October, and the Nationals had come and gone. Rikkai's defeat to Seigaku had been bitter but, as Yukimura had put it, there was always next year and the year after that and the year after that and with the Seigaku brat safely back in America, Rikkai had nothing to fear.
However, the end of the Nationals signalled the onset of autumn, which signalled the on set of more rain. This is why Niou Masaharu, Marui Bunta and Kirihara Akaya were currently at Akaya's house, listening to the rain playing a tuneless melody against the window as the electric fire roared as loudly as an electric fire could, the three curled up under a warm blanket.
Marui and Akaya were cuddled up against Niou who was sitting in the middle, both of them sleeping. Niou, on the other hand, was reading a book that his English teacher had assigned him and that Marui had already read and refused to read again.
Niou yawned. The combined heat of the fire and the blanket was making him sleepy and not even the Trickster was mean enough to throw the blanket off his two lovers. He instead settled on putting on putting the book down and settling down to sleep as well. He only had a few chapters left and a couple of days to read them in so no worries there. He only wished that they were upstairs in Akaya's bed where they would no doubtably be more comfortable.
Niou also wished he had s camera. He had expected Akaya to suck his thumb in his sleep but Marui as well? Now that was priceless.