Somehow, you both ended up on the narrow top bunk of the bunker bus.And somehow, there was absolutely no room.You were pressed up against Kakashi, bodies tangled in the worst possible arrangement. His legs were too long. Yours kept slipping off the edge. And he?He kept hitting his head on the damn ceiling every time the bus hit a bump.“…You okay?” you whispered after the third soft thunk.“…I’m fine,” he muttered, totally not fine.You bit back a laugh, wiggling closer as the blanket shifted. “This is your fault.”“You said move up here, not me.”You elbowed him lightly. “You didn’t have to say yes so fast.”Another bump rocked the bunk, making you yelp and crash into him harder. This time, his arms instinctively wrapped around you, holding you tight against his chest.“Okay,” you mumbled, trying not to enjoy it too much, “maybe this isn’t the worst.”He rested his chin near your temple. “Told you. Warmth.”The road outside kept jerking the bus slightly, like some divine force just wanted to keep y’all from sleeping. Your knee knocked into the metal railing at the side. His foot hit yours. And the damn strap from his jōnin vest kept digging between you.You fidgeted. “Kakashi.”“…Mm?”“Take the vest off.”He blinked. “You just wanna see me shirtless.”“You wish,” you snorted. “It’s stabbing my ribs.”With an exaggerated sigh, he unstrapped the vest and tossed it toward the foot of the bunk. But now that it was off, there was even less space between you two. His hand settled at your lower back automatically, and your head slid under his chin like it belonged there.“…You gonna sleep?” you whispered.“I was gonna ask you the same.”“I can’t. You’re breathing too loud.”“I could stop, if that helps.”You laughed — tired, warm, tucked into his chest like a heartbeat.After a moment, you whispered, “This is nice.”His hand rubbed slow, sleepy circles on your back.“Yeah,” he said softly. “It is.”Another bump.Your legs tangled again.You felt him grin against your hair.“…No leg room.”“None,” you mumbled. “You’ve got knees for days.”“Wanna switch?”“Nope. This is fine.”You both stilled for a bit. Silence wrapped around you, but it wasn’t empty this time. It was full — of warmth, shared space, subtle touches and unsaid things. The kind of quiet that made you feel safe enough to sleep.You yawned, curling into him more. “You’re comfortable.”Kakashi hummed. “You're dangerous.”“Shut up.”But your fingers stayed curled in his shirt, and his stayed at your waist.You were already drifting when you felt his lips — just a brush — at the top of your head.Soft.Warm.Not for show. Not teasing.Just... him.. <3
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