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The two were laid in bed, but unfortunately for Makoto, the brunette had felt the warm embrace of the blanket slipping away suddenly.
And he of course knew what the only cause for that was.
With a huff of his breath, he turned to face Hiro’s back, nudging at the bare skin.
'Nh, Hiro..' He tiredly spoke, his voice tinged with annoyance too. But all that came was no response.
‘Of course.' The male thought to himself, his eyes instinctively rolling.
After some more moments of desperately waiting for a reply from his boyfriend, he eventually just snatched the blanket back — placing it back on his body and warming up to it once again.
'Hrghn.. Naegi-chi.. gimme the blanket back..' A whiny, but low voice came to life.
'And if I said no..?' Naegi immediately shot back, almost smugly.
With Yasuhiro, he grumbled to himself, his legs were getting cold! Why wouldn’t his dear Naegi-chi just give the blanket back to him? Another small whine came from Hiro, almost as if to guilt Makoto into giving the blanket back.
But Makoto stood strong on his grounds, not returning the blanket. He even decided to cuddle more into it, just to spite his big bear of a boyfriend even more.
'That’s it..'
Almost in a flash, the dread-headed man had sat up, before immediately cushioning himself flat on top of Naegi.
'If I won’t get the blanket.. then I’ll at least get my pretty boyfriend to warm me up!'
'No— Hiro! Get off of me!'
'Nuh uh!' Hagakure doubled down, deciding to put even more weight on top of the helpless man’s body.
Like he wasn’t having enough fun already, the idiot had wrapped his arms around Makoto’s waist, before flipping their positions around. Now, Makoto was laid on top of Hiro’s body, the blanket forgotten about.
'Y—.. You jerk! Let go of me!' His face was contorted into a frustrated and flustered expression.
The cheeks on his face were tinted with a rosy hue, which Hiro had noticed and decided to pinch his cheeks.
'You’ve got squishy cheeks.' He commented bluntly.
'Gee, thanks..'
The two had tried falling asleep, but had ultimately found out they couldn’t.
'Can’t sleep?' Hiro murmured softly to Naegi.
This only elicited a nod from the spiky-haired individual.
'Oh, how about we discuss—'
'No. No conspiracy theories.' He had interjected.
'Hey! They’re not conspiracy theories! They’re 100% real! Trust me, I’ve experienced them first hand!'
'Oh god, look what I have to deal with now, a whiny (but also cute?) Hiro. Oh well, I might as well endure it..'
'Aha! How about we watch cartoons!'
'Hm..?'
'You heard me: cartoons! They’re perfect for falling asleep to!'
'Yeah, for babies, probably.'
'Well, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Naegi-chi.'
And so, that’s how the two ended up here: watching cartoons. Time drifted slowly, as Makoto’s eyes slowly closed and his body had naturally leaned towards Hiro’s.
Upon feeling Makoto’s skin against his, all Hagakure did was place his slender hand on the male’s back.
His free hand had grabbed the remote nearby, shutting off the TV.
Hearing Naegi’s gentle snores coaxed him to feeling a sense of drowsiness, closing his eyes too as he eventually succumbed to a lulling and inevitable slumber.