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I wake up.
There's this strange heat around my chest that I can't identify at first. I'm usually cold enough to need a blanket around me when I sleep, so that's a bit unusual, and specifically the chest?
Oh.
There are arms around my chest.
That would explain it?
It only takes me a few more moments to deduce that these are in fact Momota's arms around my chest. It makes sense - he fell asleep last night while we were watching season 23 (I'll have to ask him how much he remembers later, so we can get back on track). I didn't know he hugged in his sleep! This is just like that time in 2 where Hinata woke up with Mikan next to him (but not weird).
Oh my god, I should make that a meme later. My side blog followers will love it. Probably.
In the meantime, I just open my phone - thankfully it's within arm's reach, I don't know what I would do if it wasn't. I was going to make lunch or something, but this is fine. Wouldn't want to wake up Momota, naturally.
And… this is kind of comfortable, too.
I spend a lazy hour or so catching up on the Danganronpa content I missed overnight, and putting some notes into a document I keep handy across my phone and laptop for use in a theory post later. A rewatch has been really good for me for evaluating and reevaluating the different themes of the seasons with fresh eyes. A literal pair of fresh eyes, in Momota's case. Taking him on this trip through the series has been so much fun. Watching his reactions through the surprising twists, getting his (strangely accurate, considering the total lack of factual basis) takes on who committed the crimes… really, just spending time with him and sharing things has been nice. It could be anything. The fact that it's Danganronpa just makes it that much more special.
I've got to spend as much time with him as I can, before I get accepted for Danganronpa.
It's… okay, it's a little bit conceited of me to say they're going to accept me. Thousands of kids apply for Danganronpa every year. But it's been my dream for as long as I've known I had a chance at it. I've been doing so much prepwork, getting ready for it. They've got to take me.
Okay, enough of that. I allot myself a good ten to twenty minutes a day of pining for acceptance into Danganronpa, because any more than that is just excessive, speaking from personal experience. We're still within bounds, but who knows what the rest of the day will bring.
I… do feel a little bit bad about potentially leaving Momota alone after we've done so much together, but Momota's strong. He can make friends easily. He'll be fine if I leave. And maybe I'll come back a winner!
...Probably not. But maybe!
Just then, Momota starts stirring, and his arms shift a bit. I can't tell if he's awake. "Good morning," I speak quietly, regardless, like I did the past few times he stirred.
"Mornin'," he replies, softly, groggily. It makes my chest feel all light to hear it. I guess that's how I know we're good friends.
"Sleep well?" I ask conversationally, still scrolling down a blog while I speak.
"...Yeah, actually, I-" Momota stops suddenly and shrieks, like I've only heard him do a few times before, his arms withdrawing suddenly and him presumably rolling to the floor, judging by the small wumpf sound.
I put my phone down and turn to look at him. He's frowning deeply, eyes wide, cheeks a bit red. Did he overheat again? He seems very prone to that. Maybe I should turn the thermostat down again… but it's already pretty cold. I guess I'll just have to keep close to him for warmth if I do.
"Wh-why didn't you wake me up if I was like that!?" Momota practically shouts.
...If he was like what? Is this one of those things that's supposed to be obvious? Sharing the same bed? No, we've done that before, I think. Not often, but occasionally. Oh, wait, the hugging? That? Really?
Probably? I'll go for it.
"You seemed comfortable," I shrug, "and I didn't mind it at all."
"Didn't mind? " Momota parrots. "Bro, that's-" his cheeks grow redder. Is he embarrassed? I'm not going to tease him.
"It felt nice," I smile to reassure him. "You're welcome to do that any time."
He sucks in a sharp breath of air. "Iiii, think I'm gonna go get some water," he says, standing up and walking stiffly out of the room.
Momota sure is strange sometimes!