A/N: Hi, long time no update. Anyway, enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: NO.6 is Ms Asano Atsuko's.

10. The Night

"Did your room shrink or something?"

Shion rolled his eyes at that, and didn't even bother to face the other boy as he replied, "You've grown since then, Nezumi, of course it looks smaller to you now. I'm turning off the lights."

The room was suddenly bathed in darkness, and Shion found his way up to his double bed, on which Nezumi was sprawling on his stomach, lying on the outer side of the bed.

Shion sighed and climbed from the foot of the mattress before lying down beside Nezumi.

"It's kind of cramped," Shion heard Nezumi mumble, his voice slightly muffled with his face buried into the bed sheet.

"Beggars can't be choosers."

Nezumi raised, rolling onto his side to stare down at Shion, and placed one hand on his left cheek, the other on his hips, elbow digging into the mattress, "Oh, pardon me, Your Majesty, but may I ask who begged me to stay?"

Shion glanced at Nezumi, "I didn't beg."

"Oh, yes, you did."

"No, I didn't."

Nezumi threw himself onto his back—making the two boys bounce slightly off the bed in the process—folding his arms behind his head, before clicking his tongue, "I see that you didn't learn not to piss me off in the two years, huh."

"You did piss me off first."

Nezumi indignantly re-planted his elbow onto the bed and faced Shion at that, "I didn't even do anything!"

Shion promptly turned his body, showing his back to the grudging dark-haired boy.

Upon receiving no reply, Nezumi heaved an explosive sigh and went back to lying on his back, grunting about how bad airheads were for his health and blood pressure level.

Silence filled the room, save for the low, almost inaudible hum of the air conditioning system.

Nezumi couldn't help but think how natural it was for the two of them to lapse into their past routine. Well, of course this wasn't the West District anymore, but to have dinner together—this time, with Karan, too, but she had been so friendly it hadn't felt awkward at all during the meal earlier—and sleeping in the same room, even to bicker like how they had used to do all the time; it felt really damn nice.

Assuming that Shion had fallen asleep, Nezumi turned his body such that his back faced Shion's, and was about to snooze off when he felt movement from behind. He felt the fabric at the back of his shirt being pulled slightly, and then warmth faintly hitting his back.

Then he heard Shion's voice mumbling, "Good night, Nezumi."

Nezumi snorted with a small smile, and reached back to take Shion's hand—which was weakly grabbing onto his shirt—over his body, and interlaced their fingers in front of his chest. Shion moved his body forward such that his chest was touching Nezumi's back, the white-haired boy hugging the other tightly to himself.

With a small smile, Nezumi sighed and shut his eyes, "Good night, Shion."

A/N: There's that. I don't think I did a good job… :/ But anyway I still hope you guys enjoyed it? The next update shouldn't be as long as this one (I hope?).

As always, thank you so much for everyone who reads and has been reading this fic! Really appreciate you guys :)

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