a/n: Umm, drabble... random random MomoRyo drabble. :3
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Ryoma couldn't remember when he and Momo had actually become so close. It had just sort of happened. One day they had been strangers, going for a quick match to test the others strength, and the next thing he knew the two had no problems even going so far as sharing a bed together. That in fact was what had gotten Ryoma thinking about it actually. The team was staying in a hotel a couple nights due to a tournament, and he was rooming with Momo.
Ryoma rolled over awkwardly on the stiff bed so that his back was facing the wall, and he was looking at the older boy's sleeping face. His eyes followed along Momo's features as he thought, and he found his gaze most often rested on the older boy's lips. Ryoma felt his cheeks flush lightly when he became conscious of the fact, and he allowed a rare smile to creep across his own lips.
The first year continued musing on when he began to feel so at ease when he was around Momo. The best he could come up with was that it wasn't a distinct moment, but rather a collection of instances that made him feel more attached to his sempai, even as he simply thought them over. Again, he felt his checks get a little warmer at this sudden insight, but instead of smiling he rolled over and faced the wall.
Another thought had also struck Ryoma with that realization; what if Momo didn't feel as fond of Ryoma, as he did of the older boy? He knew he was cocky, and could even be downright rude when he felt like it, but what if Momo held that against him? Ryoma tried to rationalize with himself that there was no way Momo would hide something like that. Ryoma knew he wore his heart on his sleeve, and that if Momo had a problem with the younger boy, everyone would probably know.
Still though, the thought was there, and would be there at the very least until the morning; until he could ignore it and think about something else. What if this is all one sided? The notion ran through his head once more before he shut his eyes, a slightly distressed look etched into his features.
Ryoma laid there for a few moments, before he felt an arm drape itself over his shoulders and embraced him tightly. He heard a quiet murmur of "Go to sleep Echizen." And the ghost of a kiss on the crook of his neck and shoulder.
He felt himself blush again for the third time that night, and a smile spread across his face, regardless of whether or not he would allow it. "y-yes..." he whispered back before closing his eyes.