They've been waking up to colder weather these days.
Atsushi taps away on his phone, if only to keep his fingers active. The rest of him is practically shaking, however, even as he's already folded in half on the couch in an attempt to preserve the remaining warmth.
Akutagawa had won the blanket for that morning, and Atsushi could only watch with a twinge of envy as his boyfriend sleeps on, without a care in the world, comfortably huddled under the spoils of their little war.
To be fair, though, Atsushi usually wins Rock-Paper-Scissors. He was merely... distracted earlier, for lack of a better word. (That decisive blink-and-miss pout really was effective, though. If only he'd taken a picture of it.)
So Atsushi decided to make do with the oversized hoodie he swiped from their shared closet. This isn't so bad, he thinks, as he catches a faint whiff of the sandalwood body mist Gin had gotten last month. He totally suspects that it was more a favor for him than a birthday gift for her brother, if the subtle wink she'd sent his way was of any indication— not that Akutagawa had minded it.
No sooner had he begun contenting himself with the thought than a thin pair of arms suddenly encircled from behind him, and the light homey scent increases more than threefold, overpowering his nose and causing him to sneeze in reflex.
Needless to say, Akutagawa is mildly disappointed at this, wiping off the tiny drops of saliva that got on his sleeve with his other one. He doesn't let go, however, only wrapping himself tighter around Atsushi as he starts to doze off again.
Who's the cat between them, again?
"Hey, Ryuu," Atsushi gently nudges, "go back to bed. You'll catch a cold."
He only gets a mumble in response. While he is a bit worried to some degree, he also welcomes the additional warmth now enveloping him from behind. Akutagawa hums lightly as Atsushi leans back, showing his appreciation by snuggling in even closer. "Here's better," he mumbles sleepily, hooking his chin over Atsushi's shoulder and running a hand over the front of his shirt.
It's a decisive win the second time over, but one they both quietly agree on, as always.
Today's result… doesn't really matter, does it? Let them sleep.