Strange Bedfellows
Raito stared at the spinning fan hanging from the ceiling and wondered, again, why it was on.
Because I get hot in bed. I'm sure you can understand, Raito-kun.
The chain on his wrist was cold and never seemed to warm up regardless of whether or not it was under the blankets. He turned his head to the left and his gaze fell upon Ryuuzaki, who was looking back at him with intense eyes.
Crunch. A moment of silent chewing.
"Did you want a bite, Raito-kun?" A few crumbs splattered on his cheek and he raised a hand to wipe it off, chain rattling between them.
"No, I've already brushed my teeth, thank you."
Raito cursed the other man's insanely thick pyjamas and pulled the sheets in tighter around himself.