Based on an actual event that happened in my life asjl;w.
Nobori is sixteen.
The light makes the color beneath his eyelids harsh. He writhes like a worm and moves to yank the bed covers over top him. It proves to be oddly difficult, as if something was weighing the other half of the blanket down. A sleepy groan bubbles inside his throat and he rolls on to his side. He sprawls his arms out but his hand whacks in to something.
Nobori's tired mind brushes it off as a wall- A very warm, fleshy, wall. He just recoils his arms back and tucks them to his hips. He seeks more sleep and it should have been a simple goal but it's worryingly difficult. It should have been easy.
Everything is calm and the room is silent, save for his breathing, but yet there's a dark pit in his stomach.
His breathing is unusually rapid.
No, that's not right. This is the breath of two people or he was going crazy.
He's pretty sure that's some other's heart thrumming away, as well. This would also explain that warm, heap of flesh next to him.
He runs his hand up his hips to his chest and then back down to his groin then his thighs to figure out that he's stark naked, too.
Ah, so who'd he fuck?
He vaguely remembers the ingestion of cheap beer the night before. A dumb grin spreads on his lips and slowly pushes himself to sit up. His grey eyes open but flutter and squint until they grow use to the invading light.
He scans the room; Cans of hipster water and clothes are thrown haphazardly around the room. He looks over to the left of him to catch a glimpse of whom had indulged him for the night, silently wishing she's at least a little cute.
There's his brother.
His brother.
Kudari.
His brother.
That hits him like a wrecking ball and he can feel the side of his head pulsate violently with doom. Swears and incoherent hisses of apologies fill his mind and escape through his lips. They would forever have to keep this a secret and what if Kudari didn't remember? Or, more likely, he didn't understand? It would be a pain to explain to him and-
Everything becomes still frozen for a moment and his chimes fade away along with the fear swallowing him. His eyes lock on a red card with Uno printed on the back. Then two. Three. Several.
He remembers. Sort of.
"How about a game of strip poker?
"Um. We don't have poker cards, brother."
"Uh, uh, uh…Strip Uno?"
He exhales the breath he didn't even realize he was holding with a loud gust and an even louder "Oh, thank God." before falling backwards on top of pillows. It makes Kudari stir and moan.
The other twin finally wakes up but doesn't sit up. Instead he props himself on one elbow to half-hover over Nobori.
"Good morning, brother." He yawns but pauses to take quick glimpses of his surroundings. The pause had a certain abruptness that sent worry washing in waves through Nobori and then there's a hiss of laughter, "Wasn't last night fun? I don't think I'll be able to walk for a while."
