"Blanket"

"Move the hell over, Maxwell." Wufei kicked the braided Gundam pilot to the side.

"As if, you hot headed prick." Duo countered, pushing the Chinese man back.

"Um, Heero. Why are Duo and Wufei sharing a bed?" Quatre stood in the doorway. It was evident that he had been woken up by the commotion.

"They wouldn't stop arguing." Heero shrugged, "So I made them sleep in the same room until they learned to get along."

"That's certainly creative" The blonde boy smiled, leaning against the hallway closet.

"Hey! Gimme back my blanket, asshole!"

"Now whose the hot headed prick?!"

"I don't think that's happening anytime soon" Quatre whispered, chuckling softly.

"Is that why you and Trowa share a bed?"

"What?" Quatre was caught off guard.

"To get along?" Heero quickly specified.

As if on cue, Quatre's face started to heat up with bright shades of pink filling in his high cheekbones, "You could say that."