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*KNOCK KNOCK!!*
Jo snapped awake and swore when he looked at the time. Who the hell would be bashing on the door to his hotel room after two am?
"Oi!" He flung his slipper across the room, hitting his snoring roommate in the head. "There's someone at the door."
"Wha?" Hassun plucked the slipper off his face, and blinked owlishly.
Jo tossed his other slipper which bounced off the wall and smacked Hassun on his left ear. "Door. Go and see who it is."
"Oh!" Hassun frowned and half rolled and half fell out of bed. "I hope there's nothing wrong. Things have been going freakishly well since we started the tour, so I hope we haven't jinxed ourself."
Jo buried his head under his pillow and growled, "Unless someone died or the hotel is on fire, I don't want to know. I'm old and I need my sleep."
Hassun grabbed Jo's slippers and shoved his feet into them the wrong way around. He almost tripped three times on the way to the door, partly due to the slippers, but mostly because he didn't dare to put on the overhead light and disturb Jo any further.
There was another bang on the door and Hassun flung himself at it before there was any more noise. He didn't want to wake up with a moustache drawn on his top lip with a permanent marker. Again.
"Shhh!" As he opened the door, Hassun tried to cut off any potential noise.
"Shhh yourself," Khohei mumbled, and pushed past him. His eyes were only open wide enough to be able to sort of see where he was going, and he bounced off a side table before reaching Hassun’s bed and flopping down face first.
"Oi! That's my bed!" Hassun yelped.
Jo peered over at Kyohei's slumped form sprawled on the bed. "Hassun! Suddenly you're more handsome!"
"Jolly joke." Hassun flung a spare pillow at Jo.
"Can you two take your conversation elsewhere? I'm trying to get some sleep over here." Kyohei pulled the covers over his head, to underline his displeasure.
Jo and Hassun exchanged a look of astonishment at Kyohei's cranky tone.
"If we're so troublesome, why aren't you in your own room?" Jo enquired carefully.
"Because I lost at janken, and ended up sharing with Kento. Everything he does is too loud. I swear it makes a noise when he blinks"
"Dai-chan has a spare bed in his room," Hassun pointed out, with a yawn.
Kyohei looked at him as if Hassun had lost his mind. "You know that he lays his clothes out ready for the next day on the extra bed. Fashion deserves respect."
"And we don't?" Jo grumbled.
Kyohei popped his head out and looked at them with puppy eyes. "How could you doubt my love? You're my band parents."
"Awwwwwwwww," Hassun cooed. He flung himself on top of Kyohei and ruffled his hair.
"Don't fall for it," Jo warned. "I noticed that he said nothing about respect."
Kyohei wheezed and attempted to dislodge Hassun, who was squeezing the air from his lungs like a human boa constrictor.
"Jo, don't pick on our son." After noticing that Kyohei was turning kind of blue around the lips from a lack of oxygen, Hassun loosened his grip in favour of pinching Kyohei's cheeks. "He's just at a difficult age."
Jo gave up all hope of getting back to sleep, and sat up. "Twenty three is a difficult age? I don’t remember it being particularly stressful."
"I'm impressed that you can remember back that far," Kyohei teased. "Ryusei won't believe me when I tell him."
"And he's not twenty three until tomorrow," Hassun added helpfully. Since he had made a space for himself, he decided to stay in the bed with Kyohei and tugged a corner of the blanket over himself.
"Mmm," Jo agreed and sank back down onto his pillow.
Kyohei's voice was almost inaudible, as Hassun had flopped his hand over his face and partially covered his mouth. "Today. Since it's three am, tomorrow is already today."
There was a long silence, and Kyohei finally felt himself drifting into that comfortable state of being just before falling asleep. It had been a long day. A long week. A long month. And sleep had been elusive.
"What, what, what, what, what?" Hassun sat up suddenly and flicked on the light.
"What, what?" Kyohei groaned and shielded his aching eyes from the sudden brightness. He was beginning to think that he should've stayed in his own room with a pillow over his head.
Jo was wide awake now. He gave up sleep as a lost cause, and replayed Kyohei's words in his head. "What! That means that it's your birthday!" he exclaimed. "We need to celebrate!
Kyohei knew that he was already doomed, but made one last ditch attempt to stem the tide of insanity which was about to engulf him. "How about celebrating by laying down and being reaaally quiet for the next few hours?"
"Kyo-chaaannnn!" Hassun rubbed his face against Kyohei. "You're really funny."
"Not. Joking." Kyohei muttered, and pushed Hassun away. He managed to wriggle out of the bed, and made a break for the door.
Freedom was close enough for him to taste it, when Jo tackled him from behind, tripping him up so they both ended up on the floor. Which actually turned out to be a good thing as he would've been smacked in the face by the door.
Micchi and Ryusei rushed in, singing Happy Birthday slightly off key, but with more enthusiasm to be expected at almost three in the morning.
From his place on the floor where he was pinned down by Jo, Kyohei wondered if they'd leave him alone if he played dead.
The floor was cold, and Jo's knee was close to jabbing him in an important place.
"Kyohei! So this is where you went!" Kento shouted as he burst into the room. "Looks like I'm missing out on all the fun."
Micchi produced a small bakery box from behind his back and grinned. "Some only dream of birthday cake, but others bake it happen."
Hassun cackled loudly and slapped his thighs in amusement. "Good one Micchi."
Jo released his hold on Kyohei and went over to where Micchi was giggling at his own pun and took the cake from him. "That was pun-ishingly bad."
He turned to the others for praise, but only received a series of eye rolls and groans in reply.
Ryusei helped Kyohei to his feet and gave him a gentle hug. "Happy birthday, Kyohei. I hope you have a wonderful day."
Even though he would've preferred his day to have started at a less insane hour, Kyohei appreciated the sentiment, and hugged Ryusei back. They were a small pool of calm admist a tempest of noise and movement, as the other four gathered glasses and looked for a knife to cut the cake.
"Can someone fetch Dai-chan?" Jo asked. "He shouldn't miss this."
Kyohei immediately seized the opportunity to escape. He stuck up his hand and offered, "I'll go. You guys are busy."
Before anyone could argue, Kyohei slipped out the door and shut it firmly behind him. He leaned against it for a moment to catch his breath. He loved his bandmates, but not necessarily in a clump at stupid o'clock in the morning when he was sleep deprived, and feeling kind of run down and woozy.
Daigo's room was at the opposite end of the hallway, and Kyohei glanced at his watch as he shuffled along the garishly patterned carpet. His shoulders slumped as he attempted to calculate if he could make it through an entire concert on three hours sleep.
When Daigo answered the door, Kyohei had to restrain his coos. The pyjamas with a kitten print were cute, but Daigo's bed head hair was adorable.
Daigo seemed unsurprised to see Kyohei and stood aside to allow him to enter his room."Come on in."
The room was a haven of peace, and Kyohei felt himself relax as he looked around. The second bed was tantalisingly empty, apart from a neatly lined up row of clothing. The covers were smooth and unruffled,and the pillow looked so fluffy.
Kyohei didn't even realise that he was swaying on his feet, until Daigo wrapped his arm around his waist and held him steady. For a moment Kyohei allowed himself to lean against Daigo and gain strength from his comforting presence.
"I was going to ask why you're here, but I think you should sit down first," Daigo said.
The bed was as soft as it looked, and Kyohei resisted the urge to curl up on it. "Everyone is in Jo and Hassun’s room. I came to fetch you."
Daigo made no reply. His quirked eyebrow said it all.
Kyohei summoned a smile. "There's cake."
"I was going to give you this later, but since there's already cake, now seems like the right moment." Daigo rummaged in his bag and pulled out a small, brightly wrapped package. "Happy birthday Kyohei."
"Oh," Kyohei pressed his hands to his cheeks to hide the flare of sudden heat. Inside the pretty paper was a ring box, which he opened slowly, glancing at Daigo as he did so. The ring inside was made of silver, set with a red garnet stone, which matched the deepening glow of his cheeks. "A Kamen Rider wizard flame ring!"
"I wanted to buy you something fancier, but I know that you will appreciate this more."
Something in Kyohei melted at the thoughtfulness of Daigo's gift. He stroked the smooth stone before slipping it onto his finger, where it fitted perfectly. "You know me so well. Thank you. It’s perfect."
After making himself comfortable beside Kyohei, Daigo looked closely at his face, and frowned. "Panda eyes. Have you spent the night gaming again? You really should conserve your energy."
"I wish. But you know that I don't play after midnight when we're touring." Kyohei rubbed his gritty eyes. "Kento was talking in his sleep. Loudly. So I eventually went to Jo and Hassun’s room, and they ambushed me with birthday stuff, so I still couldn't sleep."
Daigo cupped Kyohei's face and stroked his thumb lightly across his cheekbone. "You can always sleep with me."
Determined to ignore the fact that his knees were trembling, even though he was sitting down, and the sudden lump in his throat, Kyohei was surprised that he actually managed a coherent reply. "You don't always win the single room with a spare bed."
"Who said anything about spare beds?" Daigo's eyes grew dark. "I was talking about you sleeping with me."
This was a side of Daigo which Kyohei had never seen before, but it definitely sent a thrilled shiver down his spine, and made him wonder what was coming next.
To his great pleasure, he didn’t have longer than a few moments of returning Daigo's searing gaze before he found out.
"If you're with me, I don't need to worry about you," Daigo said softly. His mouth hovered tantalisingly close to Kyohei's parted lips. "And I do worry about you."
Kyohei swallowed hard. "You do?"
"Of course. You're special to me. So very special."
The gap between them narrowed to nothing, as Daigo brushed Kyohei's lips with a kiss as light as the fluttering of a butterfly's wings.
The fabric of the kitten print pyjamas felt silky beneath Kyohei's fingers as he wrapped his arms around Daigo's waist and rested his head tiredly on his shoulder. Daigo smelled so sweet, and his hand was soft on Kyohei's nape as he massaged the knot which had formed there.
"But before anything else happens, you need to get some rest." Daigo kissed Kyohei's forehead, and let his lips linger. "You're hot."
"I already know that!" Kyohei grinned.
"Not that kind of hot. You have a fever," Daigo chided, and used his hand to confirm it.
"Oh." That explained why Daigo's palm felt cool, Kyohei realised. It also explained why the floor appeared to be moving slightly.
"You can have one piece of cake, and then we're coming back here so that I can look after you," Daigo said firmly.
"Cake for breakfast, doctor? Are you sure that I’m allowed?" Kyohei teased.
"Perfectly acceptable on your birthday," Daigo replied. He smoothed down Kyohei's rumpled hair before adding, "But if anyone offers you alcohol to wash it down, it's a definite no."
"I don't know whether it's my fever, but I find this bossy version of Daigo very attractive." Kyohei felt the heat in his cheeks ratchet up a notch.
"Good to know." Daigo leaned in for another kiss, which was interrupted by a tentative rap on the door.
"Um, you guys…" Outside the room, Micchi's voice was slightly muffled. "The cake is ready to be cut. Ryuche went down to the kitchen and charmed some plates off the staff. I hate to interrupt whatever you're doing…not that I am saying that you two are doing anything…um with each other…together…um..."
Kyohei and Daigo muffled their laughter at Micchi's awkwardness, but before they could reply, there was a shuffling noise outside the door and Jo called out, "What Micchi meant to say is that Hassun is waiting for cake, and there's nothing which makes our leader crankier than being deprived of food."
"So we just need to borrow Kyohei for five minutes and then you can have him back, Daigo," Ryusei added.
"But if we're returning him to you in pristine condition, you'd better make sure we get him back the same way for tonight's concert," Kento added loudly, earning himself shushing noises.
This time it was Daigo's turn to blush, as he realised that his subtle feelings towards Kyohei were apparently only subtle to Kyohei himself.
Kyohei lazily kissed Daigo's temple before slowly flopping his head back down onto his shoulder. "Apparently they're smarter than I am. Am I that dense?"
"Nonono." Daigo hastened to reassure him. "I fought with myself for a long time while trying to decide whether to tell you. If I made the wrong decision, it could ruin Naniwa Danshi. That's why I hid my feelings."
"Then what changed your mind?" Kyohei drew back so that he could see Daigo properly.
"I spoke to Hassun one day after he noticed me pining for you when you weren't looking," Daigo said softly. "He told me that he had seen you looking at me the same way."
"That’s why I'm your leader," Hassun crowed happily from the corridor.
Daigo and Kyohei exchanged a resigned stare. Daigo shrugged, and after a nod from Kyohei, he got up and opened the door.
Four bodies tumbled to the ground, but fortunately not Hassun, who was holding the cake balanced on the borrowed plates. There was a lot of grumbling and thrashing around as they sorted themselves out, especially from Micchi, who had somehow ended up at the bottom of the pile.
"Serves you right for eavesdropping." Kyohei tried to look disapproving, but couldn’t contain his cackles of laughter.
"Since we're all together, we might as well have the mini celebration here," Daigo offered as he sat back on the bed and tugged Kyohei's head back down onto his shoulder. "But let's keep it short, because Kyohei isn't feeling well."
"Awwwwww!" Cooed Kento.
Ryusei clasped his hands and fluttered his eyelashes. "Sooo cute!"
Before the others could comment, Daigo cut them off. "Okay, okay, we get it."
"We're only teasing, because we're happy for you," Jo explained.
"We know that. Thanks, you guys." Kyohei yawned and blinked sleepily. He moved away from Daigo and stretched himself out on the bed with a happy sigh.
His yawn triggered a round of yawns from everyone in the room, as the fact that the sun hadn’t yet risen, seemed to catch up with them all at once.
"Maybe we should put the cake on hold," Daigo suggested, as he tucked the blankets around Kyohei. "I think we all need some more sleep."
"Great idea!" Ryusei climbed onto the bed next to Kyohei, and rearranged him so that he could use him as a body pillow.
"Eeeeh?" Daigo was not going to let Kyohei, (his newly minted boyfriend?) be molested by anyone other than himself. He managed to pry Ryusei off Kyohei's chest and insert himself between the pair of them.
The remaining four, looked at each other before making a break for the remaining bed. Micchi made it first, wedging himself against the wall to escape Kento's wayward elbows as the made himself comfortable. Taking advantage of Hassun’s full hands, Jo jumped in last, making the bed creaked dangerously beneath the three of them.
Left with nowhere to go, Hassun pouted and put the cake and plates down on the dresser. "Why is it always me who has to sleep on the floor?" he whined, ignoring the fact that there were three other completely empty rooms in which to sleep.
Kyohei poked Daigo and looked at him with slightly glazed puppy eyes, "Can't we do something to make Hassun comfortable? It's my birthday, and I want everyone to be happy."
Daigo cracked open one eye, and immediately jumped into action when he noted the way Kyohei's heart-shaped lips were pouting. If being with Kyohei (as his boyfriend!) meant that he was going to be a slave to Kyohei's wishes, he didn't mind one little bit.
It was tricky to wriggle out without disturbing Kyohei, and an almost impossible task to drag the others out of bed, but Daigo was determined to make Kyohei's birthday perfect. It helped that Hassun gleefully jumped in to help when he understood what it was that Daigo was attempting.
Amidst a lot of groaning and grumbling, they managed to push the beds together, before jostling for the best spots. Although Hassun ended up having to sleep sideways across the foot of the bed, he was still happy. It hands down beat sleeping on the bathroom floor.
Before sliding back into his hard fought for spot beside Kyohei, Daigo rummaged in his bag for a fever patch which he knew was lurking at the very bottom in his small personal first aid kit.
Kyohei grumbled drowsily and batted at Daigo's hands, but allowed him to stick the patch onto his forehead. He couldn't understand why Daigo thought he had a fever; rather than feeling too warm, he was freezing. He wrapped his arms around Daigo and tugged him closer, seeking warmth from his body and buried his nose in the crook of his neck.
It was wonderful to be in Kyohei's arms, and Daigo allowed himself to return the embrace, momentarily putting aside his concerns about Kyohei's state of health.
During the chaos of the bedding arrangements, he had taken the opportunity to send a message to their manager asking him to bring some medication for Kyohei in the hope that he would recover at least a little before their evening concert.
After a few minutes of shuffling, mumbling, and fighting for territory, it was finally silent.
"Happy birthday Kyohei," Daigo said quietly, but not quite quiet enough.
"Happy birthday!" everyone else chorused loudly.
"Thanks, everyone," Kyohei replied sleepily. It felt as if at least a year had passed since he'd first gone to bed.
Across the room, the small cake with purple buttercream icing was illuminated as the first ray of light from the rising sun threaded its way between the slats of the window blind, and the only sound in the room was the even breathing of seven people sleeping peacefully.
Until…
"I need to pee!" Micchi had to climb over four people to make it to the bathroom, creating utter chaos as his bony knees poked people along the way.
Taking advantage of the shrieking and thrashing occurring around them, Kyohei kissed the tiny mole on the bridge of Daigo's nose and snuggled closer.
Micchi scuttled back and climbed over his bandmates with more care, since he now lacked urgency. He slotted himself back between Ryusei and Kento, into a space which had shrunk considerably in his absence.
Kyohei was sick, sweaty, cold, and tired beyond exhaustion, but surrounded by his favourite people in the world, including one who held his heart in the palm of his small, cute hand. He knew that this was going to be a very special birthday. If only he could get some sleep.
Five minutes later…
"We're still having cake for breakfast, right? RIGHT?"
"Owowow!" Hassun yelped, as he was kicked off the end of the bed onto the floor by several pairs of feet..