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He hasn’t shared a bed with another person since he was five. When Mei wraps his arms around Sawamura’s waist, he flinches. The bed seems so much smaller with two people in it. There’s easily enough space for the two of them to sleep without touching, but Mei makes a point of wrapping his entire body around Sawamura’s, head on his chest and legs curled around each other.
“Are you asleep?” Sawamura finds himself asking in the darkness. He feels the slow rise and fall of Mei’s chest pressed up against his own, and he realizes he’s talking to himself.
“No.” Mei looks up, grins. His face is muddled with sleep, but his eyes are wide and shining. The eyes of a true ace. “Were you lonely? I’m right here.”
“A little.” It comes out of his mouth before he realizes, and Sawamura thinks he might be more surprised than Mei is. Love does weird shit to people, he discovers. He sits up and leans on the bedframe, hoping the creak of the bed will mask his words.
Mei leans into Sawamura’s chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of the boy’s neck. “I won’t bat an eyelash to beat the living shit out of you in pvp, but off the battlefield, I’m all yours baby.”
Sawamura laughs. It shakes his shoulders—he feels Mei shake with him, both of them a giggling mess. It’s not even that funny, but something about the two of them sleeping in the same bed when they are supposed to be enemies sends a jolt of electricity down his spine and sends him into a fit of laughter.
No one knows about them, about their late night getaways, their sneaky kisses under the moonlight. And he loves it that way, laughs at destiny itself because against all odds he finds himself kissing the ace of the enemy.