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Haruka wakes up, too hot and somehow trapped, and realizes he's not alone.
And for some wild, insane reason, no panic sets in. No urge to punch, or scream, or both.
He doesn’t need to open his eyes and switch on the light to know who the people hugging and squeezing him are. There are only two people who would do something so bold and invasive and obviously without permission.
Haruka is sure it’s Endou's arm lying heavy on his chest and stupid curls sticking to his damp neck, Nirei's head using his arm like a pillow and grabby little hands holding onto his shirt. Truly, there is no doubt in his mind that these two would sneak into his home in the middle of the night and slide under his covers, even entangle their legs together like it's the most normal thing. It’s barely even a thought – Haruka just knows.
And for some wild, insane reason, he doesn't mind the concept that much. He must be really fucking exhausted. Maybe he’s getting sick… and in that case, it would be nice to get them sick too, as payback.
As if sensing his thoughts, said intruders both manage to release a happy little sigh exactly at the same time.
Haruka mirrors it without any of that sappy happiness. Even if he’s potentially feverish, delirious, and clearly losing his mind because the idea doesn’t sound too bad, the execution is just horrible. He’s so fucking sweaty, his arm hurts, and as he attempts to shuffle what little he can of his body out of the covers to cool himself down at least a little bit, he realizes he also needs to piss.
And for the same wild, insane reason, he doesn’t want to wake these bastards up. What a stupid thought.
Maybe if he manages to roll over he’ll be able to ignore it… His only option is turning towards Nirei, so Haruka struggles against Endou’s weight until he manages to lift his shoulder and turn. Still asleep, Endou rolls over with him, halfway over him, sticking to him like glue, and ends up squeezing Haruka between his and Nirei’s bodies like a sandwich because of his stupidly heavy, beefy arm.
Haruka squirms and almost yelps when he feels Nirei’s breath on his cheek. Skin touches skin, their damn lips definitely brush against each other, and Haruka feels his entire body burn even hotter. What the fuck.
And he can’t fucking move. He’s definitely trapped this time, and he did it by himself.
Nirei’s sleep clothes are so soft, though. Endou is very warm. They both smell really nice.
It’s late. He’s tired. Haruka’s body relaxes, embarrassment and bodily needs forgotten. He’s probably gonna keep sweating, but at least it’ll be somewhat comfortable, even if he has to bend his neck to breathe.
Haruka’s gonna force Endou to buy something good for breakfast, and Nirei better be ready to massage his sore neck.
(They’ll be stupidly happy about it, he knows.)