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Zack was planning on going to sleep like a normal person tonight. No thoughts of Sephiroth with his arms wrapped around him. No cuddling an extra pillow he found in his closet. He is a grown man and he doesn’t need to fantasize like a teenager about General Sephiroth.
He steps out of the shower, dries off, hikes his sweatpants up and is about to retire to bed before he stops in his tracks. There’s a very person-shaped lump in his bed. Very Sephiroth shaped too, because he’s pretty sure he only knows one person who’s that damn tall with a mess of silver hair.
“Seph?”
A hand prods at the shoulder covered by his blankets.
“Seph? You asleep, buddy?”
A groan and a little shuffle is what Zack receives in return. He begins to poke his side over and over again. He likes being annoying.
“Wake up, man. You take up 85% of my bed and I’d like to wake up in my bed and not on the floor.”
Sephiroth finally blinks himself awake, green eyes so visible in the dim light that Zack is reminded of when the flash goes off on a picture of a cat. It takes a lot of brainpower to stop staring.
“At least roll over or something,” He offers with an exaggerated pout, watching Sephiroth’s form shift and take the blankets with him as he does so. “Good enough.”
Zack walks the width of the bed and crawls under the blankets beside Sephiroth.
“You gonna tell me why you’re crashing my place?”
Sephiroth opens his sleepy eyes to peer at Zack from above the covers. He shakes his head no.
Zack frowns a little bit. Probably another nightmare.
“Alright. Fine with me.”
He tugs himself to be properly under the blankets, face so close to Sephiroth’s that their noses are almost touching.
“Tell me in the morning?”
Sephiroth opens his eyes again with something like annoyance, glancing around as if he’s contemplating something.
He nods his head. Zack smiles.
“Okay. Goodnight.”
“Mnn.”
Zack shifts to hold Sephiroth’s hand under the blankets, and closes his eyes. He feels the soft squeeze Sephiroth gives him right before he falls asleep.