Kise groans as he feels something hard pressed against his forehead. His eyes open slowly— sleep still lingering about— and he stares at the wall with which he's having sickeningly extra contact.
He tries backing away from it, but can't.
Turning his head, he looks at his boyfriend, who was responsible for trapping him between the wall and himself. Kise was stuck in the middle— again.
He tries squirming about to escape but it's useless.
So he shifts uncomfortably and lets his head rest against Aomine's chest. And as he thinks about repositioning their bed, Aomine quietly suppresses a smile.