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Misa had issues sleeping for as long as he can remember.
As a baby, he would only sleep if he was being held by someone or else he would wake up screaming and crying.
He outgrew that, eventually. (By the time he was 5…)
And then he was playing hockey all around, so he had no other choice than to get used to sleeping on his own, or with a roommate in the room.
At home, he has his nest. Fluffy, warm and built out of materials scented by his favorite people. He has no shame in saying it is absolutely beautiful and a great nest.
When he's on the road, he sleeps hugging a pillow against his chest. The constant traveling and hotel rooms made him get used to any pillow, whatever is available works.
That's how he ends up with a pillow thoroughly scented by Dick.
They are staying the night in a hotel after the game, before leaving early in the morning to their next destination. Their room is a mess, and in his hurry to get to bed, Misa grabs Dick's pillow.
He doesn't realise it until he is already nose deep into the pillow, fully immersed in Dick's caramel and cinnamon scent.
It is such a good night of sleep, and Misa wonders why he hasn't asked Dick for a piece of clothing yet.
He really needs to change that.
***
“Can I have your hoodie?” Misa asks him next morning, when they are already in their usual seats in the plane.
“Why? Are you cold?” Dick asks.
“No,” Misa looks away, suddenly feeling shy, “It smells like you.”
If Misa was looking at Dick, he would have seen the way Dick almost melted in a puddle in his seat, “Sure Mees.”
***
Their next hotel makes a mistake — somehow, they overbook and Misa and Dick's double bed room is already taken.
They end up in a room with one bed.
Honestly, it's not that bad of an issue. Misa shared beds with teammates before — he even invited a few into his nests through the years.
And Dick is probably the guy he's the closest within the team, anyways. It's fine.
What is not fine however, is the fact Misa has the best sleep of his life. Like actually, it is so good Misa feels like he did drugs or something.
He wakes up with Dick's arms around him, holding him against his side, Misa's face fully pressed into Dick's neck, right in his scent glands.
Misa feels slightly dizzy and lightheaded with how strong the caramel and cinnamon smell is there. Really, it is only fair he nuzzles his nose even closer, making a small sound of satisfaction at the back of his throat.
***
The real bad part comes when they are back home, where everything Misa has with Dick's scent is the hoodie. He placed it right at his pillow, and then when it wasn't close enough, he brought it up to his nose so he could only breathe in caramel and cinnamon.
It is still not enough.
Which is how he ends up in his pajamas, at 1am knocking on Dick's door.
It would be easier if Dick had just given him a key, already.
Dick opens the door looking more than half asleep, “Misa, what're you doing here?” He yawns in the middle of the phrase.
“I need you to hold me,” he goes straight to the point, “or, at least scent my whole nest, but im not sure if that would really work so…”
Dick wipes his eyes, blinks, and then does it again, “What?”
Misa expires slowly, he really just wants to sleep, he doesn't have time for explanation or shame.
“Sleeping with you was the best sleep I've gotten,” he explains, “I cannot sleep without you, kinda embarrassing, but I don't care right now.”
When a full minute passes and Dick has said nothing yet, Misa continues, “You…” he swallows, no time for shame, he tells himself again, “you made me feel safe.”
That seems to work and Dick finally wakes up from his stupor, “Come here,” Dick says and leads him to his room.
Dick throws himself on the bed and then lets Misa move and poke him around, a make-shift nest being slowly made around them. Finally, Misa lays down pressed against Dick's side, nose fully buried in Dick's glands.
“Can I court you?” Dick asks, arms tightly around Misa.
“Yeah,” Misa answers, halfway to sleep already, “Start by putting your scent in everything I own.”