A/N: Thank you for your reviews! In answer to Hibisha's: the vacation fic is finished, but if it makes you happy, I have a new beach fic in mind! ^^ For now, enjoy this chapter, everyone!

The daylight of the following morning woke Burn up around 9 am. As soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed something peculiar: there was a strange weight leaning on his body. His chest, waist and even legs had been pushed against the bed, and whatever was holding them back wouldn't move when he struggled a little. That's when he fully woke up and realized it: Gazel was clinging to him in his sleep. His hand had been wrapped around his stomach, his leg across his thigh, and his head was resting soundly on his chest, nearly causing his silver hair to tickle Burn's nose.

Burn let out a yelp at this sudden discovery. His cheeks started to flush as he attempted to wiggle his way out of Gazel's grip, but the other boy refused to move. It seemed he was out to get Burn even in his sleep. What was up with this kid?

"O… oi, Gazel!" Burn stumbled. He tried to push Gazel off of him, but it seemed his grasp only tightened everytime he tried to move.

"Gazel! Gazel!" Burn repeated, starting to feel a little desperate. He had only decided a few hours ago that he wouldn't show weakness to his rival, and now he was forcing him to stay down on his bed in his sleep? He couldn't believe the strength Gazel possessed while he wasn't conscious.

Burn was about to try and yell Gazel out of his sleep a fourth time, but at that moment, the other boy finally began to move. With a quiet moan, Gazel pulled back and turned on his other side, leaving his back to face Burn.

Burn got up as soon as he was free and just stared at Gazel in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. Did he always move like this in his sleep? He hadn't imagined Gazel to be the hugging type at all, awake or not.

Burn took a look at the clock and realized his teammates were probably awake already. 8 in the morning was usually the time they'd all have breakfast. Burn figured he should get out of Gazel's room fast, as he wasn't the type to be late, let alone the type to sleep in a rival's bed. He couldn't let any of his players suspect something.

He stepped out of the bed to pick up his clothes, deciding he should take a quick shower – and then he realized he didn't have a shower to take. His room was still locked, after all.

"Dammit," Burn cursed out loud. He couldn't borrow someone else's shower, as that would look suspicious. Not just to the members of Prominence; he couldn't ask anyone in the base to use their shower without seeming off. There was only one person who knew about his current problem… and seeing as that person was asleep, it was the perfect opportunity.

Burn took a moment to turn around and eye Gazel's sleeping face to make sure he hadn't woken up. A grin appeared on his face the next moment.

Gazel woke up to the sound of running water. He sat up and rubbed his eyes some, listening to the ongoing noise. He then remembered there wasn't a fountain nearby and realized the sound came from his own bathroom.

Gazel instantly checked the empty spot next to him, and then noticed Burn's clothes had disappeared from the floor. He couldn't possibly… Gazel jumped out of bed and rushed to his closet. When he opened the door and saw his favourite towel had disappeared, he gritted his teeth. What was Burn thinking, using his shower? Just because he was incapable of entering his own room didn't mean he was allowed to make himself at home in his.

Gazel perked up when the water stopped and looked at the bathroom door. It wouldn't be long before Burn emerged from there, having used his towel, his shower and his soap. Gazel clenched his fists in anger, but then decided he should save his energy for when Burn was actually finished. He would tell him what he thought.

As he waited, Gazel figured he had enough time to change his clothes. He turned his back to the bathroom door and fished his Diamond Dust uniform out of his closet. After pulling his PJ shirt over his head, he took a look in the mirror, and let out a sigh at his messy hair. It took quite the job to put it back in the usual model, but it was worth it. Gazel took off his shorts as well, put away his pajamas and jumped in shock when a voice greeted him from behind.

"Yo," Burn said, holding up his hand. Gazel turned around and saw he was wearing nothing but a towel – his towel. Burn had done a poor job drying himself, as he could see drops of water slide across his skin everywhere. When it occurred to him that this sight was even better than the one from yesterday, he turned away his head in embarrassment.

"B-Burn!" Gazel exclaimed, feeling his cheeks turn red. "Put some clothes on, you idiot!"

Burn raised an eyebrow, seemingly unaware of the effect he was causing on the other boy. "Why? You're barely wearing anything too."

His words made Gazel's cheeks go even redder when he realized he was right. He quickly snatched the Diamond Dust shirt off his chair and held it in front of his chest, before wondering what the hell he was doing.

It was clear from Burn's confused expression that he was thinking the same thing. Flashing a small grin, he said: "Oi oi, what are you doing? I'm not gonna harass you or anything."

Gazel pouted childishly and quickly pulled the shirt over his head, feeling a sense of relief now that Burn couldn't see his chest anymore. It wasn't so much the fear of being harassed… it was the fear of being looked at and disapproved of.

Gazel widened his eyes and hastily shook his head, trying to banish that last thought from his head. What did he care what Burn thought of him or what his body looked like? He was starting to hate the influence that kid had been pushing on him. Burn was an arrogant idiot who slept in his bed one night, that's all.

"Of… of course not, don't say ridiculous things," Gazel muttered and shot Burn a sharp frown. "You should get dressed and leave."

"Hmph," Burn scoffed as he retrieved his uniform and headed back for the bathroom. "Nothing would make me happier."

Glaring at the slammed shut door, Gazel put his hands at his mouth and added: "You better return my towel, Burn!"

The rest of the day passed as usual, and night soon fell upon Aliea Gakuen once again. Burn was currently training with his teammates, having occupied the soccer field like the night before. Even though most members of Prominence did outstanding work, it didn't go by unnoticed that their captain seemed a lot snappier today. Even when their passes or hissatsus couldn't be more perfect, he managed to find a detail he claimed they should work on, and never once pointed out the things they got right.

Burn was aware of his attitude, but thinking of the source only snapped him out of concentration. He couldn't help but think about how he woke up this morning, trapped in Gazel's arms. The situation had bothered him quite a bit then, but when he recalled it now… he could only remember the warmth and softness of Gazel's body. Everytime those thoughts came up, Burn felt confused and frustrated, which caused him to vent towards his teammates. He knew they didn't deserve it and that they were doing their best, so why did Gazel keep popping up in his mind…?

"Burn-sama, look out!"

"What-?" Before he knew it, Burn suddenly lay face to face with the ceiling, right after which a stinging pain in his left foot caused him to cringe. As he tried to sit up, his teammates rushed over to him with worried faces.

"Burn-sama, are you alright?" Barra asked. She picked up the soccer ball that sat next to Burn, making him realize he'd stepped and slipped on it without even realizing.

Burn felt his throbbing foot with both hands and gritted his teeth at the pain. "I think I sprained my ankle," he growled.

The players of Prominence eyed each other for a moment, all of them concerned about their captain. It wasn't like Burn to first snarl at them and then actually be blind to a soccer ball. In fact, this was the first time it happened.

Burn raised an eyebrow at his quiet teammates and quickly said: "It just needs some rest. Nepper, you take over from here."

"Yes, Burn-sama," Nepper nodded.

"Can you stand?" Rean asked, ready to help him up.

Burn managed to get up on his own, although the motion only seemed to make the pain worse. "I'm fine," he claimed, not wanting his friends to worry about him too much. "Continue your training, I'll watch from the bench."

"No, Burn-sama, your foot needs to be looked at," Heat insisted. "If you do not take care of the injury-"

"You know damn well the only team with a medic is that blasted Gaia," Burn hissed, almost spitting out the last word. It seemed Father only thought of Gran's team as worthy of a medic, a fact that pissed him off.

The others seemed to converse through eye contact once again. They shared their hatred for Gaia with their captain, but they didn't agree with his pride that was big enough to refuse help from any team other than his own. However, they knew Burn wasn't one to sway from his own opinion, and his fierce attitude made them think twice about telling him what's best.

"… yes, that's true, Burn-sama," Heat muttered.

"They probably wouldn't help us either way," Nepper shrugged.

"Exactly. And we'll make them swallow that arrogance soon. Continue training!" Burn ordered.

The members of Prominence all nodded in respect. "Yes, Burn-sama!"

Burn slowly moved off the field, limping his way to the bench. As Nepper commanded the team behind him, he hit himself over the head for being so stupid. He had been off for most of the day, snapped at his friends without reason and even sprained his ankle through an accident he'd normally never let happen. And it was all because of Gazel and his weird sleeping habit. Burn gritted his teeth and shut his eyes for a moment, envisioning his rival. When would that boy finally leave his mind?

A/N: Forgive me for hurting poor Burn, I promise it'll only bring him and Gazel closer. XD Please review if you like, everyone!