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Yata heard something shuffling behind him. He struggled to open his sleepy eyes, but before he could turn around and check, he felt a pressure on his back, holding him in place.
Then, a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him close. Yata could feel the cold air from the night and the warmth from another person's body. The feeling was not unfamiliar.
"Misaki..." Yep. The sound of his name was definitely familiar.
"Saru?" He must still be dreaming though. There was no way that Saruhiko, the traitor, would just break into his apartment to cuddle like a child waking up from a nightmare, right?
No way.
If it is a dream...
Yata felt Saruhiko's breath, hot and a little damp. His former best friend seemed to have buried his face in his back. Yata didn't really know how to react, so he just petted Saruhiko's hands like he often did when they still shared an apartment. (Back then, his friend sometimes got upset for some unknown reasons, and would simply cling to him however he could. He found it kinda cute actually.)
"Does it hurt?"
The muffled question sent a small wave of vibration through his body. A hand gently touched his right arm, where a knife had torn his shirt and cut deep just hours ago.
The wound had already been treated nicely once he was back to the bar, and with the king's power, healed pretty quickly without a scar. The dull pain was the only thing left, and Yata was fairly sure that it would be gone after a night's sleep.
So he answered, "Nah, it's fine now."
Saruhiko did not make any further comment after that, only snuggled closer, and held Yata tighter.
Yata nudged him playfully with his elbow, "What? You think I would break that easily? Don't flatter yourself."
He got a bite on his shoulder. Yata smiled a little as it almost tickled.
This is better.
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Yata waited until Fushimi's breath became slow and even, the grip on him loosened a bit, before turning around, taking the sleeping housebreaker into his arms.
"Night, Saruhiko."
He closed his eyes, letting one last thought drop.
If only that they don't have to pretend this is a dream...