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Ace stares patiently at his phone, the blue light no longer making him squint his eyes as he lies in bed and waits for the clock to change from 11:59 to 12:00. He's been waiting for weeks for his birthday, especially now that he has a boyfriend to celebrate with. Even though it's not time yet, he's been getting early congratulations and gifts for a few days now.
Birthdays at NRC have been occasions to look forward to, especially because each one means a party. He gets to parade around school in fancy clothes and get gifts, what's not to like about it? Oh top of it, his birthday is even more special because not everyone has an amazing dumbass boyfriend that both studies and uses cauldrons as a legitimate fighting tactic.
The alarm on his phone beeps, signaling the start of the new day. His birthday. Hell yeah. Well, since it's his birthday, that means he can get all the cuddles he wants and Deuce can't complain. With that train of thought, he gets out of bed and quietly leaves his room. Unfortunately, he doesn't share a room with Deuce. Fortunately, Ace knows how to lockpick.
Ace tiptoes over to Deuce's bed, where his boyfriend is sprawled out in what has to be the worst position to sleep in. God, he loves this man. "Hey." he whispers, poking Deuce's side. "Hey, it's my birthday. Deucey, wake up. It's my birthday."
His insistent poking eventually forces Deuce to open his eyes. "Ace? What the fuck—"
"Move over," Ace cuts him off, pushing Deuce to the side so he can get under the covers. "I want cuddles."
"What? It's midnight ." Deuce whines, checking his phone and wincing from the light. Ace rolls his eyes and pulls the covers up, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend.
"So? It's my birthday and I want cuddles." Ace puts on his best puppy dog eyes. "Are you saying you don't want to cuddle the birthday boy?"
"You couldn't wait until morning?" Deuce sighs, but he wraps his arms around Ace anyway. "And don't say midnight is morning, the word night is in midnight.
"Aw, you're no fun." Ace pouts. "You can't be mean to me, it's my birthday. I'm a floofy little birthday boy."
"Who calls themself floofy?" Deuce laughs, already closing his eyes again as their legs become intertwined with all their kicking.
"Yuu's been calling everyone on their birthday the floofy little birthday boy." Ace answers. "Something about poking fun at how fancy the birthday outfits are."
Deuce nods, seemingly understanding. "The outfits are too white for me. Too easy to get dirt on them."
"Oddly specific complaint. You planning to fight someone on your birthday?" Ace smirks.
"Nah, but you never know. Now," he pushes Ace's face into his chest. "Sleep. I have a test first period and I need rest."
"Fine." Ace gives in, opting to listen to Deuce's heartbeat. It's sappy and gay, but it's midnight and he's tired and this is already the best birthday he's had in his life. He closes his eyes, still hyper from staring at his phone screen for ten minutes. He's probably not going to sleep for a while. Deuce's grip on him lessens as sleep overtakes him. Stupid test. If he didn't have one, Ace would convince him to skip class so they could keep cuddling. Why must the world be so cruel to him on his birthday?
"Happy birthday, dumbass." Deuce mumbles, his voice so low Ace wouldn't have been able to hear it if he wasn't pressed against him. "You're my stupid little woo woo boy."
"What the fuck." Ace has to hold back from waking up Deuce with his laughter. Stupid little woo woo boy? Sleepy Deuce might be his new favorite side of his boyfriend.