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There was no concrete planning that happened when the sleepover began at his home, karma decided. Besides, nagisa was the only person in 3-E to see inside his house, his room. The first time was back in first years when they both decided to binge watch the whole series of Sonic Ninja, still new to this thing called friendship, nor have any proper information on how a healthy friendship works. That night was spent on snuggling on his bed, the books and knickknacks that once littered said bed now on the floor, nagisa chuckled when he decided to show off how gravity works via flipping the blanket, the noise it later created reduced both of them to giggles at the noise it produced, the snacks in nagisa's hand crinkling at his mirth. They later woke up the next day hungry, trying to not burn his house down while cooking some foods to fill their grumbling stomach, letting two teens by their lonesome isn't really a good idea, his parents probably disagree though
They never really planned when to have a sleepover at his house, it doesn't really happen all the time, just enough that at one moment they decide to catch up, and then it just happened. After that blip that changed everything in their lives, after reconciling again with nagisa in that fight, after the world found out about everything, after koro-sensei died—
The point is, he never tried to verbally stop nagisa from coming to his house not that he was gonna do so, god forbid he slipped up like an idiot just like last time—
The soft shuffle from his side woke him up from his thoughts, the warmth beside him moving, probably just waking up, he didn't move away though, the dark weather outside probably stopped any attempts of moving away from the source of heat.
"...Karma?"
The hoarse and high voice made him look at nagisa for the first time since waking up, azure gaze still cloudy and dazed from sleep, lips bruised from their activity last night, his icy blue locks fanned messily across his sky blue pillow the one he bought after their first sleepover, giddy at the prospect of friendship—
He noticed the way those icy hands he touched it too many times to know how cold they are clenches the thick maroon blanket and the attempts of squirming towards him, he knows he runs hot than normal with how many times nagisa leans on him when winter is near
"You cold?" This was replied with a hum before the older one sneakily wraps around his waist, face pressed against his side. There was barely any barrier as he felt cold skin pressed from his side, waist down. Purple prints, bites and handprints scattered at the naked back before it was covered by the blanket, the shiver of the now clingy snake made him snort, how precious. He jolted when ice cold toes nudges at his like a snake seeking warmth
It was good that he was taller than in the past, his position of leaning against the headboard meant he has the view of one Shiota Nagisa pressing and nuzzling at his waist, the sleepy grin made it more endearing.
Though, with how precious the view was, the opposite it is when woken up from slumber, discovering a grumpy sleepy nagisa was the highlight of his day when he first witnessed it.
"...go back to sleep" the grumbled murmur brought him back to reality, the now icy azure stare focused on him, there it was, the sight lighting up something within him before he doused the spark not the time—
He later played with the short locks as the owner goes back to dreaming, the silky soft and warm hair brought him back to the time when it was once longer, he missed it, he would comb it to different style, pigtails, braid, messy bun, ponytail, and so on until nagisa feel asleep, morpheus welcoming him to the dream realm, hopefully a good one each time.
But he also remembered the day nagisa gave him a scissors, eyes heavy and haunted yet set to reach and finish what he started. The way it lights up in every snip he did, the bathroom mirror reflecting the light of something that was coming back at every fall of the blade to that long hair. The pure joy that shined that day, he would never trade that moment for anything.