Strange Things
Yuuri lay on his back in the large and ornate bed, staring up at the cloth overhang above him and contemplating all of the strange twists and turns his life had taken as of late. Actually, strange was putting it lightly; things were downright freaky at times, though he supposed he was getting used to it. Who could have known being King would be so...weird? Come to think of it, who could have ever guessed that he - Shibuya Yuuri, Harajuku Fuuri - could ever be a king?
But this was one of the strangest things that he was still trying to get used to. Having to share his bed with a bishounen prince. Who wore a pink nightgown.
He was scooted over as far as he could go without falling right off the edge of the bed, Wolfram curled up asleep mere inches away from him. Yuuri glanced over at him, before looking away again a moment later with a soft sigh, closing his eyes and wondering what his mother would say right about now if she saw him like this.
He quickly decided he didn't want to know.
There was a shifting sound from beside him suddenly, and he opened his eyes and looked over at Wolfram again just in time to hear him mumble, still asleep, "Yuuri...wimp..." before seeing, and feeling, him lean forward ever so slightly to press his lips against Yuuri's cheek in a gentle kiss.
In less than a second, he was back in his previous position beside Yuuri, looking as if he had never moved. In shock, Yuuri raised a hand to his cheek, timidly touching the spot where he had just been kissed. It had been so gentle though, so unlike Wolfram's usual actions...
Maybe he could get used to sleeping like this after all.
