The first rays of the sun draped themselves tentatively across their sleeping forms under the bunched up covers, caressing that tangle of warm bodies, crumpled shirts and limbs curled around each other as a living ward against cold, loneliness and nightmares. Matsuoka Rin heeded its greeting first, scotched in his first blink of vibrant red eyes meeting pale dawn sunlight. His hands immediately found his tight-shut eyelids, rubbing them hard to chase away his stupor. He let out a shameless yawn and rolled over, or at least would have had his right leg not been caught under Tachibana Makoto. The unexpected jolt drew a soft grunt from his neighbor, stirring slowly and lifting his leg just enough to allow Rin's to escape.
"Morning, Rin," mumbled Makoto, his eyelids drooping lazily as he lifted his head. The sound of his voice caused the third bundle to stir too, but in the end induced only stubborn hibernation in Nanase Haruka, who quickly pulled a loose corner of the duvet over his head and pointedly scooted away from both of them. Rin chuckled into his morning stretch, fingers scratching idly at the rough landscape of his stomach.
"Oi, Haru..!" he called over to him, throat still thick with sleep. Haruka's legs twitched further away, cocooned in a mound of heavy fabric. "If you don't get up soon, I'm running without you!"
Haru made no answer but for a deep sigh as Makoto's hand snuck up on him under the blankets, that large palm rubbing his hip slowly, indulgently, oozing heat with each gentle knead of his thin, wiry upper thigh.
"Come, Haru-chan…" came Makoto's voice from beyond the duvet that his other hand soon pinched up and peeled away, Haruka careening his neck towards him just in time for Makoto to miss the side of that dark, bushy scalp and press his lips to Haru's forehead instead. Makoto grinned into his hair, nuzzling him softly while Haru did his best to look pained, eyes still closed in mock hope.
"I'm going downstairs," declared Rin as he admired his bicep in the sunlight, flashing a haughty grin at the others. "And if you are not down in that kitchen in three minutes, I'm going to eat your morning mackerel."
Languid as he looked, Haru managed to glare daggers at him. Makoto allowed himself a chuckle and slowly shifted to his feet, stretching to the ceiling. With no one to stay behind and defenseless mackerel to protect, Haru at last willed himself into sitting up, pushing the covers away with a look of defeat. Rin turned towards the door in a lazy stride and Haruka straightened himself to go after him, only to feel a pull at the back of the oversized shirt he had nicked from Makoto.
"Haru…" Makoto chided him, tugging down the hem of his shirt. "Put on pants first."