Shinya had made his way into Guren's bed again when black haired young man opened his eyes. White fluffy hair was tickling his nostrils and it took all strenght of morning hazy teen not to sneeze right there right now. He wants to shift in bed but he can not for two reasons. First, Shinya's slender arm has wrapped around him securely and thightly; second, he really does not want to accidently wake other up.
The textbooks are all over the place, so were the consoles. Guren manages to free his arm and reach towards his mobile and presses on a button. Sky is somewhat dark, cloudy. Bright screen illuminates his face and Guren sees it is only 6am as of now. Yes, he has no reason to wake Shinya. He doesn't know how, but they ended up playing games rather than to study for biology. Guren feels his eyes itchy and like stabbed with small needles. He hates that.
So simply he hugs other back and goes back to sleep. He ends up burying his face to crook of latter's neck, snoozing happily there. Shinya is warmer and softer than the fluffiest pillow he owns.