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Out of nowhere, Kiyoomi found himself awake. A moment of half-asleep denial had him staying as still as humanly possible, hoping the situation he found himself in wouldn’t be permanent, but he eventually gave up and accepted his fate–he was awake.
His dark eyes opened a crack, just enough that the gently whirring fan above him could be visible, along with the vague shapes of furniture in the bedroom. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Just as Kiyoomi was going to grit his teeth and resign himself to being pissed about waking up for no reason, he shivered involuntarily. He shifted, just enough to feel the presence of goosebumps on his arms. Suddenly, he felt it all at once–he was cold.
With a sort of sleepy whine, he reached around blindly, searching for the comforter so he could snuggle back underneath it and get back to sleeping like he constantly looked forward to, only to find that it was missing. Then, rather than whining, Kiyoomi outright groaned.
Aside from the fact that he didn’t want to be awake in the first place, Kiyoomi was very much notorious for having troubles getting back to sleep. At the rate he was going, he was going to have to sit in complete darkness for at least twenty minutes before he had any hope of falling back asleep.
Reluctantly, he craned his neck enough to look around, eyes adjusting to the nonexistent lighting as he searched for the blanket. Thankfully, it was only about a foot away, wrapped around what Kiyoomi could only assume was his boyfriend, as the lump in the comforter was at least vaguely human shaped. With a sleepy scowl on his face, Kiyoomi reached over and prodded at Atsumu, hard enough to make him flinch a little.
“I’m freezing,” Kiyoomi grumbled, tugging on the blanket while Atsumu stirred.
“Quit pokin’ me,” Atsumu barely mumbled, not budging an inch.
About five seconds more of Kiyoomi’s relentless poking finally made Atsumu stir, turning to face Kiyoomi with an utterly tired expression on his face. He looked about half conscious at best.
“Jesus, wha?” he muttered, squirming around and further entangling himself. Kiyoomi glared in both frustration and exhaustion, though it was hard to be mad at a face that adorable.
“You stole the blanket, and I am freezing,” Kiyoomi drawled, his body shivering in perfect tandem with his statement. For that split second, he was grateful for how damn cold he was.
Atsumu looked a little less empty-headed then, half-nodding and slowly rising up to painstakingly disentangle himself from the mess of sheets and blankets that he had enveloped himself in by way of squirming around so much–one thing Kiyoomi didn’t understand about Atsumu. He physically couldn’t move around at night if he wanted to. How could Atsumu do it so freely?
That train of thought was swiftly broken as Atsumu smoothed out the blanket for Kiyoomi and attempted to extend one end of it to his boyfriend. A sudden burst of energy shot through Kiyoomi as he snatched it out of Atsumu’s hands and buried himself underneath the covers gratefully, pressing himself as close to Atsumu as he could.
Atsumu protested a little by letting out a sound similar to a snort, but Kiyoomi could tell he liked the proximity. Both were well aware of the fact that Atsumu ran quite warm, so it must have been somewhat nice to get a bit cooled down, from Atsumu’s perspective.
That is, until a pair of ice-cold hands slipped underneath the hem of Atsumu’s shirt in one fluid motion, so smooth Atsumu barely noticed it. Aside from the fact that those hands felt like literal ice cubes against his hip.
“Ack!” He squeaked, squirming away from Kiyoomi just slightly. “Omi, yer hands are so cold,” he whined, voice even quieter than a whisper. He was not going to admit that it almost felt nice by any circumstances, being the stubborn shit he was.
“Too bad,” Kiyoomi droned, snuggling against Atsumu’s chest–his pecs, really, Atsumu wasn’t stupid (he was a little flattered, though)–and letting his voice trail off as he began to fall asleep once more in record time. “Sweet dreams, ‘Tsumu.”
Atsumu just sighed, dipping his own hands underneath Kiyoomi’s shirt to wrap his arms around Kiyoomi’s lithe body, allowing them to properly cuddle. His nose buried itself into those pretty black curls in a way Atsumu was proud to say that nobody else was ever allowed to do to Kiyoomi.
“Mm,” he hummed, thankful to slip back into the realm of dreams. “G’night.”