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When You're Sleepy
". . .I am so bored."
The voice came from nearby, seeming too loud in the still autumn air that clung to the thin shoji screens. Its owner was laying on his back with uniform tousled from play and shirt unbuttoned, pale skin exposed to the last dying rays of sunset and bare feet propped up on the room's kotatsu. He was probably laying like that because he knew his companion disliked it, because he saw the faint twitch of skin below one closed eye as he tapped the heel of his left foot on the kotatsu's glossy surface. A small smile crept onto his boyish features, curling the corners of his lips up on one side. He only ever shared those half-smiles – so much more personal and intimate than the beaming grins he offered to clients – when the two were alone.
"Hey, talk to me," he prompted the other young man, reaching out to let his hand fall heavily on his companion's naked stomach, the limp-wristed slap more lazy bravado than anything else. The other teen, a third-year who attended the same high school, did not open his eyes, though he allowed a muted grunt of discomfort to escape him. He shifted towards the speaker, rolling onto his side and flopping a strong arm across the middle of the boy's torso. It was a sleepy reaction, not at all uncommon for the season and individual in question, coupled with a deep exhalation that was not quite a sigh. It could have been a form of acknowledgment, and might have passed for one in different company. However, the speaker was not the type to be so easily fooled; that pseudo-sigh meant that his companion fully intended to sleep through any meaningful – or pointless, which was more likely – conversation he attempted to initiate. "Oi, Mori! I said I was bored."
But Morinozuka Takashi did not respond. The boy frowned, turning his head to glare at the upper-classman. His glare softened to a hurt expression, frown growing to a pout after a moment of silence had passed between them. He took his feet off the kotatsu, settling them on the paneled wood floor as he pushed the young man's arm off his stomach and sat up.
"If you're just going to ignore me, I might as well go home, or --- ah!"
He cut himself off abruptly as both of Morinozuka's arms wrapped around his waist, yelping in alarm as he was suddenly yanked back to the floor. The older boy's eyes had snapped open at his threat, tension tightening the muscles in his upper body, and he squeezed the younger boy slightly to emphasize an unspoken point. The speaker laughed then, all false pretenses and mischievous acts falling away under that cool, sleepy gaze. Morinozuka relaxed, loosening his possessive grip as he regarded his under-classman.
". . .What's so funny?" his words were muddled from fatigue, almost incomprehensible as he whispered them against the boy's neck, nuzzling. The laughter died down to a childish chuckle, only just too masculine to be identified as a giggle. Morinozuka's under-classman – one of the Hitachiin brothers, to be sure, but which one escaped him at the moment – rolled over on top of him, forcing him onto his back. He looked up at those bright eyes as the boy straddled his waist, putting a hand to either side of his face. Without thought or hesitation, Morinozuka ran a hand through the boy's messy orange-brown hair, fingers catching in the short strands. He clasped the twin by the back of his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss.
And was pushed back down with a snicker.
"If you wanted something easy, you should have gone for Kaoru," it was a jibe in jest, but Morinozuka's dark eyes narrowed all the same. The boy, who had just identified himself as Hikaru, jumped up, his hands going to work pulling his shirt the rest of the way off. He offered the older boy a rather suggestive half-smile, a drowsy mimic appearing on Morinozuka's features before the younger boy draped the shirt over his companion's face. Morinozuka blinked, a puzzled expression quickly replacing his expectations of intimacy. He felt the heat of Hikaru's body move away, and heard the sound of retreating footsteps. From the doorway, he heard the ultimatum.
"If you can catch me, you'll get a prize. But you better make it interesting!"
A pause as Morinozuka removed the article of clothing that Hikaru had discarded, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. He had passed through the day in a sleep-deprived daze, only dimly aware of his surroundings, and realization was only just now dawning on him. Autumn was taking its toll, causing him to say and act in ways that he never imagined. Why else, he tried to find some logic or reason as he shook the fatigue from his tired mind, would he have woken up half-naked next to a younger man? Hikaru bit his lower lip nervously, as if he knew what was going through the other's mind. He drummed his fingers on the wood rim of the shoji screen door before he ran out, his whispered words hovering in the entrance:
"Don't wake up too fast, Mori. . .I like you better when you're sleepy."