(-)

Shin's futon was uncomfortable on the ground. He usually wasn't one to complain, but he was tired and it was thin, and his futon was next to the window, his sheets not doing much against the draft already. He brooded for a bit, until:

"Mm, goodnight Shin-san," Sena said, voice slow and sleepy as he slipped inside a sleeping bag next to Shin. He curled onto his side, facing Shin.

"Goodnight," Shin said.

"Thanks for the help." Sena curled the blankets around himself.

"Of course," Shin said, laying down. He stayed awake long enough to hear Sena's breaths become steady and deep.


(I)

Shin was woken up by a sudden jab at his ribs. He blinked his eyes open and grumbled, looking at a clock hung on the wall. He waited for the numbers to make sense. 1:08 AM. Then he blinked again, and looked sourly at what- who- had woken him up.

Sena's hand rested half-closed on Shin's ribs. It looked like he'd rolled over in sleep and his hand had swung down on accident. And while it hadn't hurt, it had woken Shin enough to register what was happening. He looked at Sena's small hand resting on him a bit longer before placing it next to Sena, rolling him over gently, and going back to sleep.

(He'd have to hurry before his mind registered the snoring of the room full of exhausted football players.)

(Though Sena, he noted absentmindedly, only breathed very softly.)


(II)

Shin was right on the edge of sleep, his mind starting to fall into deep rest, when he felt a heaviness on his legs. And then another. He sat up slightly and stole a glance at the clock (1:27 AM) before looking down. Sena's legs were plopped on top of his, his sleeping bad somehow having gotten unzipped. He turned his head to look at Sena, strewn diagonally, blanket below his hips and shirt above his chest. The amount of skin was distracting. Sena also had goosebumps.

Shin rubbed his face but couldn't find it in himself to be annoyed (because, and only because, it was too early), so he placed Sena's legs back in his sleeping bag and pulled the blanket up. Sena sighed quietly, his breath ghosting over Shin's fingers.

Shin yawned and rolled over. Staying up this late would be detrimental, and if he were to continue coaching Sena, he needed to be well rested.


(III)

"Ah, Shin-san, I- erm-"

Shin groaned and cracked an eye open. Face to face with panicked amber eyes. Shin blinked. Sena was curled up next to him, warm and small and soft, under Shin's arm. The sleeping bag was unzipped once more and splayed over the both of them.

"I didn't, you know, do this on purpose, I," Sena attempted to wriggle away, face flushed.

"Ah," Shin said, simply. His futon felt much more comfortable now, and it was still fairly early, maybe four in the morning. Shin tightened his grip. "I don't mind."

Sena stilled for a while before he tentatively settled into the crook of Shin's arm. He placed his head on Shin's shoulder.

"… I don't mind either," Sena said and placed his hand on Shin's side, right below the ribs.

"Good," Shin said.

And it was good.