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The clock ticked by too fast – too fast for anyone to notice how much time had passed.
Apparently.
That was Goshiki’s excuse for the situation Kenjirō now finds himself in anyhow.
“You can’t stay here,” Kenjirō hisses. “I don’t care if you have to sneak back to your dorm or sleep in the hallway, but there’s no way you’re getting me into trouble, too.”
“But-! Shirabu-san!” Goshiki pouts at him, “Your roommate’s out for the night! I promise no one who could pass by would hear me! I’ll be quiet as a mouse! There won’t be any trouble!”
The couch slightly dips under their bodies as Goshiki shifts closer. The phone alerting that it is way past curfew lays forgotten on the table in front of them as the younger boy puts on his most convincing brown puppy eyes he’s got.
“Please… Shirabu-san…” his pout deepens, the lower lip jutting out almost provocatively. “Let’s make a sleepover of it! And I’ll be out of your hair first thing in the morning, I promise!”
“How longer am I going to have to endure your begging before you give up?” Kenjirō sighs, gaze flickering onto anything that isn’t Goshiki’s pouting pretty face.
“A lot!” the boy chirps proudly despite the pout still present on his lips. “And this can’t even count as begging – I could-!”
“No,” Kenjirō stops him before something that would live in his mind for another week at best comes out of Goshiki’s mouth. “Fine…” he groans, trying to appear bothered, “stay.”
An embarrassingly loud cheer comes out of Goshiki, his own cheeks reddening at the amount of excitement in him, as he lunges forward and ends up with his head in Kenjirō’s lap.
The sight is something to behold and Kenjirō isn’t quite sure if he’s able to – the boy staring up at him with excited but sweet brown eyes, a satisfied little smile on his lips, as one of his cheeks squashes against Kenjirō’s thigh.
They stare at each other in silence for a while, a flustered Kenjirō soaking up the prettiness of his kouhai, while Goshiki is being, well, Goshiki.
“…Shirabu-san?”
“Hm?”
“Massage my hair,” the eyes widen adorably, “please?”
“Massage what-? Oh,” Kenjirō flushes terribly, “hell no, Goshiki.”
“But-! Shirabu-san…! I want you to! Please!”
“I don’t, though, that’s the problem.”
A pout settles on Goshiki’s lips again and Kenjirō really starts considering whether the boy even deserves a hand to the hair – maybe lips to lips would serve him better.
Suddenly, warm fingers snake around his wrist and pull Kenjirō’s hand into the silky strands of black hair.
On instinct – because Kenjirō would never do something like this after having a moment to think it through – his hand begins to run through the hair, putting light pressure to the scalp. Just how he knows Goshiki likes it.
It earns him a loud appreciative hum as Goshiki’s eyes close.
His arms come up and hug Kenjirō’s waist lazily, pulling the rest of Tsutomu’s body a bit closer and making Kenjirō’s stomach do a funny thing at the proximity.
“You know,” he says bravely, voice a bit quieter, “sleepovers are supposed to be fun, Goshiki.”
Those sweet brown eyes flutter open and another pout appears as they focus in on Kenjirō. “You’re not having fun, Shirabu-san?”
Kenjirō’s cheeks redden. “Are you?”
“Mhm! Of course I am!”
“Oh…” his hand almost automatically focuses on making the scalp massage or whatever this is even better. “Okay, then.”
“You come to my dorm, beg me to let you sleep over, and now expect me to sleep sitting upright on the sofa?” Kenjirō scoffs.
Two sleepy brown (but sweet!) eyes stare up at him, blinking slowly. The usually precise bowl cut is messed up, and one of his cheeks is red from being squashed against Shirabu’s thigh.
But those lips still manage to hold a pout. His voice still manages to whine: “Shirabu-san… you could’ve just laid down with me.
“Don’t leave me here alone on the sofa…”
“Who said I’m leaving you alone?” Kenjirō arches an eyebrow.
“You’re not-?” the excitement grows.
“Why would I leave-?” Kenjirō cuts himself off, realizing just how exactly he probably sounds – he didn't even consider the option where Goshiki would sleep alone on the couch.
It seemed impossible.
“Whatever!” Goshiki chirps, suddenly awake and fresh again. “Let’s go!”
“Fine,” Kenjirō huffs, trying to win some dignity back, “but remember – you promised to be out of my hair first thing in the morning.”
“Understood!”
It was a mistake.
Goshiki turned out just like Kenjirō always imagined (and dreamed) him to be – a clingy monster. A warm, adorable, comfortable one.
He hogged Kenjirō in the very moment they had laid down and refused to let him go, only digging his nose deeper into the crook of Kenjirō’s neck as his arms and legs embraced Kenjirō even tighter.
Kenjirō pretended that he hated it, but once morning came, Goshiki’s eyes opened and the boy tried to make good on his promise, it were Kenjirō’s limbs that stubbornly held on and made him stay a bit longer.