The first thing Atsushi noticed was that the arcade was gone. The second was that that had been a dream, and he was now awake. The final thing he noticed was that the giant stuffed duck that he had won in his dream was still in his arms. But it was not a stuffed duck. It was, in fact, Yanagisawa. Atsushi was suddenly wide awake and out of bed.

"I— you— Ya– Yanagisawa! What are you doing in my bed?"

"Hn?" The other boy rolled over and looked around, blinking. "Oh. Too tired to climb up, dane." He rolled back over and went to sleep, as if this was a perfectly logical explanation. Atsushi punched him.

"What was that for, dane?"

"Get out of my bed!"

Yanagisawa rolled over onto his stomach and stuck his chin out on the pillow like a stubborn toddler. "You're not using it, dane."

Atsushi smiled, in spite of himself. Despite how annoying his roommate could be at times, he always managed to make him smile. "I was, until a minute ago." He grinned and picked up the closest thing on the floor— Yanagisawa's tennis jersey— and started hitting him with it.

"Ow, ow, ouch, dane! That has a zipper, dane!"

Atsushi felt a bit guilty, looking at the mark the pull-ring had made on his friend's face— that is, until his friend pulled the pillow out from under his head and knocked Atsushi to the ground with it.

"Ah– no fair!" Atsushi laughed, dropping the jersey and picking up a stray pair of shorts for his weapon. He would have to try to get the pillow off the other bunk if he had the chance.

"Fair, dane? You started it, dane!" Yanagisawa whacked him with the pillow again, and Atsushi retaliated with the shorts.

By the time they were finished, they both lay, panting, on the dormitory floor, clothes and pillows strewn about everywhere.

Atsushi grinned as he stared up at the ceiling. "You put up a heck of a pillow fight, Shinya, you know that?"

"I know, dane." Shinya gave one last half-hearted swing with his pillow, thumping Atsushi in the chest. "I guess we should go to practice now, dane."

"Practice" Atsushi yelped, looking at his watch. He jumped up. "Practice started fifteen minutes ago!" He hastily shed his pyjamas (momentarily forsaking modesty in his hurry) and scurried around to find his tennis outfit. His headband had somehow ended up on the ceiling fan, and he had to climb up to Shinya's bunk to retrieve it. "Why didn't you remind me?" he asked, knotting the ribbon around his head. "Mizuki-san will kill us."

"Well, we were having so much fun, dane. I think that's worth being killed, dane." Shinya flashed a goofy grin at his roommate.

Looking around the mess they had created, and then into his friend's smiling face, Atsushi felt that he had to agree.