Yuuri awoke at nearly one in the morning, a strange feeling contentment filling his body. In his first few moments of consciousness, he was aware of only that there was something warm next to him and that he wanted that warmth, snuggling farther into whatever it was that was next to him. He turned over, curling his arms into the space between him and the warm object, his head bent downward before he became aware of what this object was.

Yuuri's eyes flew open. He could feel warm arms surround him once again, wrapping around him and drawing him closer Viktor, who was obviously still asleep. He could hear Viktor's heartbeat as he finally gave in, curling his legs closer to Viktor.

"Yuuri..." Yuuri heard Viktor mutter in his sleep, making him blush, but he paid it no mind. Exhausted, he fell back asleep, the steady, rhythmic pounding of Viktor's heart in his ears.

..oo00oo..

"They almost look like love birds if you ask me." Yuuri was awakened by the opening of the closet door, and he was made quickly and painfully aware of the bright lights and warmth rushing into the room. He sat up blearily, listening to Viktor groan beside him as he woke up as well. The first thing he did when he sat up was look at Viktor and smile lightly, watching the man do the same. Then he glanced up at their human alarm clocks, trying to make out their faces.

"Phichit? Chris?" he asked, squinting. He was having difficulty seeing, which could probably be explained by his lack of glasses. He turned and searched the room for them on his hands and knees, the abysmal lighting not doing anything to aid him in his endeavor, but the moment they were on his face, he looked up, only to be proven correct.

"What are you guys doing in here," he asked sluggishly, reaching under his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

"I might ask you the same thing," Chris said, grinning and nodding at Viktor, who had gone back to sleep. Yuuri forced himself to not give in to the want to just lay back down and snuggle in beside him, instead looking up at the two musicians.

"I-It was cold," he stuttered, a flush creeping up on his cheeks. He looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Yeah, right," Phichit muttered.

"Well, hey; at least you aren't gonna try to kill each other again." He winked at Yuuri, whose only reaction was to blush an even fiercer shade of red. Chris and Phichit shared a look before staring back at the two on the floor.

"Hey, anyone would have. It was a small room, and it was really cold!" Yuuri threw his hands up in the air.

"I didn't get THAT cozy with my roommate." Chris said, looking over at Phichit. Phichit recoiled slightly, giving him a yeah, but you tried look. Yuuri laughed at their discomfort, but was soon rewarded with unamused stares from both of the men in question.

"Plus, you guys, like, HATED each other. What changed?" asked Phichit, his customary look of curiosity back on his face.

"IT. WAS. COLD," Yuuri stated the obvious once again, glaring up at Phichit. He neglected to mention the kiss Viktor had given him, or the fact that all he'd really wanted to do for the last ten minutes was go back to sleep, figuring that would only spur the two on. He himself didn't even know what to make of these feelings, but he just shook it off, watching Chris and Phichit share another look.

"Could you guys please stop doing that?" Yuuri breathed, exasperated. He didn't even want to be talking at this hour.

He didn't even know what THIS HOUR was.

"Yeah, fine. Listen, we only came up to let you know that it's only 5 but they're finally letting us go. So, if you want to leave..." Yuuri felt his heart sink, though he didn't entirely understand why. It probably had something to do with the man who was slowly waking up on the floor.

"Uh... okay. I don't think I want to be on the roads at this hour though so I'll stay and take a taxi back to my place after. It's kind of out of the way for the rest of you guys anyway." This he directed at Phichit, who nodded in assent. Chris stepped forward, shaking Viktor's shoulder.

"Hey sleepyhead, you want to go home?" Viktor groaned, waving Chris away but sitting up. He looked at Yuuri, who was trying his best not to look desperate, and gestured outside.

"It's still all icy and dark I don't wanna crash," he muttered, half awake.

"Leave me in peace I'm going to sleep a little longer." Yuuri let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, and both Phichit and Chris looked over at him. He went from pink to scarlet, turning back around and putting his glasses in a corner with Viktor's bag.

"Okay, we'll leave you guys to 'sleep' a little longer." Even though he was facing away, Yuuri could hear the smirk in Chris' voice. When they finally closed the door on the two of them, he could hear their laughter down the hall, the others soon joining in from their rooms down the way. Yuuri only rolled his eyes, looking over at Viktor.

"Hey," he said, smiling at Yuuri. He reached up and dragged Yuuri down beside him, curling up in front of Yuuri and looking him straight in the eyes.

"Maybe they're right." Yuuri turned (if it was even possible) an even darker shade of red, and Viktor laughed airily. He had a beautiful laugh, his mouth forming a near perfect heart when he was happy. Then he looked back at Yuuri, but the way he was looking at him made Yuuri slightly uncomfortable, so Yuuri turned away. He snuggled up farther next to Viktor, enjoying the heat radiating from his skin.

But just before Yuuri fell asleep, he realized why that look had made him uncomfortable. It was one he had seen in a completely different setting, surrounded by people. One that he had seen Viktor give him.

And it had been quite a long time since he had seen it last.

Almost a year, in fact.

Yuuri grinned to himself, slipping off into sleep with bright smile on his face.

One that he hadn't worn in a very, very long while.