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It’s three in the morning and Yuuta can’t sleep.
Half of it is the insomnia. The other half of him just really, really wants a cup of hot chocolate.
He doesn’t know why it has to be hot chocolate that he's craving at three in the morning. None of it makes sense, but also makes sense in the way all cravings at three in the morning are sensible.
So three in the morning, fatigued beyond reason and logical thought, Yuuta gets up from bed and meanders to the kitchen in search of hot chocolate. He stumbles into the dorm kitchen, pajamas and hair a mess, more exhaustion than person at that moment, only to find Itadori-kun already there.
He's at the stove, an apron over his ratty, worn sleeping shirt and fraying sweat pants, humming a tune as he stirs something that smells distinctly hot chocolate-ly in a pot and looking far more awake than anyone should be at this hour.
Three in the morning and Yuuta’s running on instinct, so all he can hear is the ‘thump-thump’ of his heart as he stares at Itadori-kun’s back, an overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around Itadori-kun’s waist.
So he shuffles over to Itadori-kun, sleepy - embarrassment the farthest thing from his mind - and wraps his arms around him. Because he’s just that much taller, he can rest his chin on Itadori-kun’s shoulder to peer down into what Itadori-kun’s making on the stove.
Just as he had smelled, Itadori-kun is making hot chocolate on the stove and Yuuta wants to ask why, but maybe Itadori-kun had sensed Yuuta's craving for hot chocolate and that’s why he’s making it now.
It’s a silly thought, as silly and strange as craving hot chocolate at three in the morning because sleep wouldn’t come to you, yet it makes sense as all strange, silly thoughts make sense at three in the morning.
“Senpai?” Itadori-kun whispers. “Whatcha doing up?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” Yuuta mumbles into Itadori-kun’s shoulder, eyes drifting shut but still alert enough that he can keep himself (mostly) upright. “And I wanted hot chocolate.”
Itadori-kun quietly giggles, and it’s the cutest sound Yuuta has ever heard at three in the morning, echoing in a communal kitchen where it’s just the two of them in the whole world.
“Me too,” Itadori-kun whispers back and Yuuta’s eyes are still closed so he doesn’t get to see what expression Itadori-kun’s wearing as he presses a quick kiss against Yuuta’s forehead but Yuuta can feel the smile there so he thinks he can make an educated guess.
Itadori-kun indulges him and nuzzles his cheek against Yuuta’s. “It’ll be done soon, kay?”
“Mm.” Yuuta lets himself nuzzle Itadori-kun back, sleepy and warm, content to the very marrow of his bones.
Three thirty in the morning and Yuuta’s sitting on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate in his hands, Itadori-kun pressed against his side with his own cup of hot chocolate piled high with tiny marshmallows.
Yuuta’s cup has no marshmallows because he doesn’t care for them; he can’t stop smiling as he watches Itadori-kun half-gulp, half-eat his hot chocolate.
“What?” Itadori-kun whisper-asks, when he notices Yuuta looking at him. He glances down to see that Yuuta’s hot chocolate is still untouched, the mug cupped in between his hands. “Senpai, you haven’t touched your drink.”
“Mm.” Yuuta takes a sip. The drink is too sweet for him, too much chocolate for someone who’s go-to snack has always been chips and it makes him wonder why he was even craving it in the first place.
Yet he still tells Itadori-kun, “It’s good.”
Itadori-kun beams, the usual brightness in his smile a little dimmer this late at night and Yuuta, unable to help himself, leans forward to kiss that smile.
It tastes like hot chocolate and melted, gooey marshmallows and Yuuta, who’s never had a sweet tooth, dives back in to kiss Itadori-kun again.
Itadori-kun playfully leans away, giggling when Yuuta tries to kiss him a third time, ducking so Yuuta misses and retaliates with his own sneak attack kiss, their noses knocking together and his lips touching more of Yuuta's cheek than his mouth.
They exchange more quick, hot chocolate and marshmallow-flavored kisses until Yuuta finds he’s drunk his fill of hot chocolate even though his mug remains mostly untouched. He offers it to Itadori-kun, who drinks it but laments that there are no marshmallows in his.
“You should try it with marshmallows next time. Or peppermint,” Itadori-kun whispers, gently knocking his forehead against Yuuta’s, their legs tangled together on the couch, their arms twined together so they have to be extra careful how they move or they’ll spill hot chocolate all over the couch.
“I’ll consider it,” Yuuta whispers back, his fingers curling themselves around Itadori-kun’s wrist, feeling his pulse point there, his heart beat-beating against the press of Yuuta’s fingers.
“Why are we whispering?” Itadori-kun asks, because it’s actually a really valid question. It’s only the two of them in the dorm today – the girls slept in a separate building and Fushiguro, Inumaki and Panda were all out on a mission until tomorrow morning. Theoretically, there was no reason for them to be whispering at all.
“I don’t know,” Yuuta answers, in all honestly, and in a whisper.
They both start giggling at the same time, quiet laughter between two teenage boys because it’s the silliest thing to be thinking about at almost four in the morning but they laugh because it also makes the most sense.
They laugh and laugh, their limbs tangled so tightly together they can't figure out whose arm or leg is where anymore, their mouths filled with the taste of chocolate and marshmallows.
Eight in the morning and Yuuta wakes to someone (gently) whacking him across the face with a pillow.
He gurgles out some noise and it’s a momentous task getting his sleep-crusted eyes open to see Maki and Inumaki standing above the couch.
“Morning lovebirds,” Maki says with a grin that’s all smugness while Inumaki silently laughs next to her, his eyes saying it all.
“Hrng.” Yuuta’s not human enough to bother forming a proper response then, Itadori-kun a comfortable weight in his arms, his breath warm against Yuuta’s collar and he just wants to fall back asleep again.
“Satoru’s on his way over,” Maki tells him, her smug smile only growing more smug. “And he’s got his camera out.”
Yuuta’s eyes fly open, suddenly wide awake and he practically jumps off the couch, grabbing Itadori-kun because there was no fear like providing free blackmail fodder to your teacher, to wake you up.
Eight thirty in the morning and Yuuta has an armful of a half-asleep Itadori-kun as he makes a mad dash back to his room while Maki laughs loud enough to be heard throughout the whole building.