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Yukine shivered and shifted on the cold stone ground of the shrine. He muttered half-asleep curses under his breath, trying his best to sleep.
Yato sighed. He knew the boy would never get to sleep at this rate.
Reaching over, he shook Yukine's shoulder.
"Yukine," he whispered, "wake up."
"Ngh," came the muffled reply. "I'm tryin' t' sleep." His words were slurred with fatigue.
"You're never going to sleep like this," Yato tried to reason. "Come lay with me."
Yukine shrugged off the god's arm and mumbled sleepily, "No way. I'm fine like this."
Yato shook his head and rolled over. He tried. If Yukine wasn't going to cooperate, he wasn't going to bother.
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A few minutes later, though, Yato felt something grip the fabric of his jacket. Then, something pressed against his chest. When he looked down, Yukine was clinging to him, his face buried in Yato's chest.
"Shut up," he mumbled. "I was just cold."
Yato chuckled and gently kissed Yukine's nose, making the younger boy's face flush.
"Of course," he whispered. "Good night, Yukine."