I was actually surprised when he really sat with me by the window to watch the snow fall. He'd been whining for something fun to do all night, which is why I ended up bringing out the drinks. He always mellows out after getting drunk, at least around me.
We sat in silence together, the white orbs almost hypnotizing. Maybe it was the peace of the moment, or the way the entire world seemed to grow quiet as well, but with the warmth of alcohol in our bellies and the serene calm between us, we ended up falling asleep.
And I know that's what we did because he wakes me. I'm curled up under his arm, my leg locked between his, and he's stirring, whispering under his breath.
"H-Huh?" I say back, flushing darkly as I process the situation. He keeps muttering, and I can't hear him, so I bravely turn my chin up, only to find his eyes closed, his expression relaxed.
Actually, no, that was definitely a moan just now.
I suddenly feel very perverse, like I saw something I shouldn't have, but my eyes are glued to his features now, body heating up. Unsteadily I inhale, and his arm tightens around me, stealing my breath. He shivers. I realize he felt it on his neck, and I cringe, guilty.
He twitches, muttering something again, and the weight on my leg has me tearing my gaze from his face to his crotch.
This really is perverted of me, isn't it? I should wake him for sure, now, shouldn't I? Isn't this a breach of privacy?
My ears strain with heightened arousal, but I don't even have a chance to doubt what I heard because he does it again, his hips jerking forward against my thigh.
"Osomatsu-kun!" I exclaim awkwardly, sitting up and touching his shoulder, shaking him gently. "Heyyy, guess who fell asleep, ha ha? It's morning now, time to get up!"
He groans and turns on his back, furrowing his brow and palming at his tent. My eyes turn into saucers and I look away.
He groans again, blinking groggily before seeing me kneeling beside him, and his hands fly upward away from his body with a yelp. He sits up, nearly knocking heads with me.
"Good morning you have a bedhead hahahaha-!" He blurts.
My hands go to my hair in embarrassment.
"You have a boner!" I say pettily in revenge.
"That's normal!" He harps, blushing.
"What... were you dreaming about?" I trail off, glancing away again.
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