oumasai “I called you because I can’t fall asleep.” also hewwwooooo
“Shuichiiiii,” Ouma poked his half-asleep friend on the cheek in hopes of stirring him. They laid next to one another, crunched up in one corner of the bed despite all the extra space on the other side. He saw Saihara’s eyelids flutter for a moment before they stilled again, still heavy with fatigue.
“So you are still awake.”
Saihara gave up on his sleepy act and opened his eyes. He was greeted by a baby-faced terror with messy plum-colored hair and wide violet eyes. He let go of the pillow he was clutching and stretched his arms out straight. Ouma poked his unsuspecting side, causing his arms to shoot back down to his sides and a squeal to escape from his lips.
“You invite me over at ass o-clock in the morning just to fall asleep. Boring.”
“I called you because I couldn’t fall asleep. Then you invited yourself over.”
That earned him another round of jabs to the side. He buried his face in his pillow, trying to muffle his giggly shrieks so as not to disturb the others in the house.
“How rude. Shumai doesn’t appreciate anything I do for him.”
Saihara felt a pair of small, clammy hands sneaking under his shirt, but he was too tired to do much about it. Being face down made him pretty defenseless already, and his lack of energy made fighting Ouma off nearly impossible. His spindly fingers traced up and down his sides, brushing against his back and eventually reaching the hollows of his arms. His touch was surprisingly soft, and light, which only made Saihara even more giggly. He flinched with every movement, skin trembling beneath Ouma’s hands.
“Ouma…! Ehehehe… stop, it tickles…”
Hearing those words made Saihara push himself up, suddenly ignited with fresh new energy. He looked at Ouma, whose hands were now still and resting on his back. Before another word could be spoken, he leaned forward and kissed the plum haired devil right on the lips. He smirked as he watched Ouma’s cheeks turn bright red along with his ears. Defeated, Ouma turned to face the other side and pulled three layers of blanket over himself.
Saihara snaked his arm under the blankets and wrapped it around Ouma’s waist, pulling him in closer until his breath was on his neck.
He heard him mumble something under his breath, but decided to ignore it. He was too warm and comfortable for any further discussion.