Akutsu was starting to think that Jirou did it on purpose. Every single night regardless of how many blankets or pillows there were, the blond always somehow fond himself wrapped up and all of them. This of course meant that he always left Akutsu without anything to cover himself up with or lie on for the matter.
Akutsu glared down at his boyfriend's sleeping figure. Jirou had his pillow in pretty much a death grip, face pressed into it and damn it he was drooling on it too. He already knew that trying to wake him up would be useless. He'd only get soft snores in return if he did try.
Instead, he worked on yanking each and every one of the blankets back and covered himself. Jirou shivered from the cold and Akutsu ignored it, turning over. It served him right. Maybe the blond would learn something.
Or not. He felt the small sleepy blond sit up a few minutes later and move closer to him. Jirou's face pressed and nuzzled against his back.
Akutsu growled and it didn't stop Jirou from finding his way back under the covers and snuggling against his back, the smaller boys arms wrapping around him the same way they had been around the pillow.
Yeah, he was really sure that Jirou did it on purpose.
