{ between the sheets }
Unsure of whether or not it was his own drunken perception or his physical reality, Momotarou resigned himself to whatever force of nature was pulling him into a warmer state of being. It took the younger roommate a few moments to realize that the aforementioned force of nature was his own redheaded companion, and that the warmth that he felt was due to the embrace said roommate had pulled him into. He couldn’t help a content smile from spreading across his lips; soberly and drunkenly, the ginger was first and foremost a creature of affection. it wasn’t long before he made his own snuggly adjustments, cheek nuzzling into the redheads t-shirt clad chest.
”Mmph..” In his mind, the young Mikoshiba had half-formed a retort to the other man’s snarky comment. Perhaps it was because he was so drunk, or just so comfortable; before he’d even thought to utter it, he’d no sooner fallen fast asleep, fist clenching the folds of cloth at Rin’s torso that made up his shirt.
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It was the kind of morning that people who hadn’t spent the previous night getting belligerent woke up early just to enjoy. A soft light had filled the room, accompanied by the occasional chirp and burst of song from whatever birds dwelled in the tree’s just outside of Momotarou’s bedroom window. The redhead had never really noticed, or appreciated the birds on more sober mornings; either sleeping through or ignoring their song completely. When he was hungover, on the other hand…
”Shut… the fuck..” He couldn’t even finish the sentence; the sound of his own voice was making his headache worse. He trailed off with a groan, burying his head into the warmth of the pillow underneath him.
Another moment, and Momo would wonder just why his pillow was so warm- was that cologne, or sake, or both that he smelled? Opening his eyes was a last resort measure; in his half asleep state it seemed perfectly reasonable to spread his fingers in order to determine just what was so different about his sleeping arrangements. Like a running checklist, the young man made an attempt at taking a physical inventory of his surroundings.
Blanket… sheet.. pillow.. body...?
… Wait.
”… huh?”
Consciousness came to Rin in small doses. Normally, he'd have been up and at 'em before the sun was even in the sky, but things were different when he'd had a bit too much to drink the night before. He was aware of a voice, but only vaguely, because it entered his dream in a way that only sort of tipped him off to the fact he was waking up. For the most part, the voice blended in with the atmosphere of his dream. His brows twitched, and his fingers tightened in response to his dream. They closed around something firm and warm, something like an arm that wasn't his own, and he started to pull himself out of his sleep.
He blinked his eyes open, but shut them tight just as quickly. The soft light hurt, and his head was just aching... How much did he drink last night? Grimacing, he inhaled a deep breath, lifting a hand to rub his eye. He was so hung over it felt like there was an actual weight on his chest...
...No, wait. Shit.
Rin forced his eyes open to make sure there really was someone in his bed, and, if there was, who the hell he slept with last night. Looking down, all he saw was a head of horribly messy, orange... hair... Rin forgot to breathe. No, no, hell no. Panic rose in his chest. What should he do? How was he going to play this off? He might as well just roll right off the edge of this bed and lay under it for the rest of his life. If he slept with Momo...
"...fucking..." His voice was barely above a whisper, but it still felt too loud. He brought his hand up to cover his eyes. Well, that was the end of Rin Matsuoka.
