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"Your bunk is so small."
"Yeah, I mean, it's a bunk bed."
Manjoume struggles a losing battle against Judai's arms around him and huffs his discontent instead. "We should be in my room."
Judai chuckles. "Is it that bad?"
"There's no room for both of us!"
"Sure there is! We're fitting right now."
Manjoume groans and as all the tension leaves him he deflates against the thin mattress. "Fine. Fine."
Judai hums and hooks his leg over Manjoume's, securing him in a koala hold. "Goodnight, Thunder," he says and kisses the back of Manjoume's neck.
"Yeah...goodnight," Manjoume grumbles, blushing.