To be honest, it really hadn't been Kouga's brightest idea to binge on horror movies this late at night.
At the time, it had made perfect sense; it was Halloween, they happened to find an old box of what had seemed like B-rated horror films, and since they had the living room to themselves that weekend (everyone was busy), it had seemed like a fun time.
They had been so wrong.
The first movie they'd started right before midnight, Mama, wasn't too bad. There had been a couple "Oh shit, Souma hold me," moments, and a few where the pressure of Souma's hand had increased slighly at the jump-scares, but it was all in good fun.
The Conjuring was creepy as fuck, and by the end of the movie Kouga was trying to bury himself in his boyfriend's chest, nervously glancing around every time a branch scraped against a window in the darkness outside the window.
The Haunting in Connecticut had the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. By this time, he and Souma were so curled and tangled up in each other they might as well be one person; neither wanted to let go, and any percieved loosening of grip was met with a re-adjusting of a firmer one.
Ju-on, though...
Well. Kouga expected no sleep for the rest of the night. Slamming his hand down on the remote right as the monster girl pulled the woman underneath the blanket, he turned and hid his face in Souma's neck.
"That was a terrible idea," he stated, feeling Souma tightening his grip around his waist after turning off the DVD plaer. "A stupid, horrible, terrible idea."
"Y-yeah," was the only reply, and feeling the tenseness in his boyfriend's muscles, he grabbed the remote and chucked it at the light switch. The sudden brightness made them both wince.
Eyeing the clock on the wall, he sighed. "So... All-nighter for Mario Kart?"
"Oh hell yeah."