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[Fine for someone like Kidou. Sleep may have been deep when he eventually got it, but it'd taken a long while to actually achieve anything but the limbo of not-quite-awake and not-yet-asleep, the thought of Kidou Yuuto being almost less than a foot away keeping him up more than he cared to admit. His head buried itself in the pillow multiple times, making sure not to tug on the blanket too much to rustle Kidou awake.
But even the most restless of boys fall asleep eventually...if only it wasn't just 4 hours before he had to be up.
His alarm goes off as normal, a soft murmur of protest as his face, flattened against the pillow refuses to move, his hand wildly searching for his phone to turn it off. While never one to complain about early wake up times, he'd much rather have gotten at least another hour before rising for the day. They had practice as usual, and he was sure his soccer would suffer for it.
...
And then he remembers just why his sleep had been shot. His head shoots up like a rocket, staring at the wall behind the headboard and then over to where Kidou had originally been sleeping. His eye, now exposed to the morning light, was now a touch sensitive...but he'd put his patch on in a minute.
[Like Sakuma, Kidou was habitually an early riser, used to early mornings and rarely inclined to sleep in. On most times, he'd be awake just as quickly as Sakuma had been. But.. not quite this time.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware there was a noise somewhere. He was nudged shortly afterwards, which dragged his brain into just enough consciousness to figure out that he knew what that noise was. Ah, an alarm. That should worry him, but this time recognition is paired with mere acceptance.
Once the noise was identified, he stopped trying to think about it at all. He felt more relaxed and comfortable than he could ever remember being, and that noise just wasn't bothersome enough to drag him away from the comfortable warmth of the blanket and whatever he was nestled up against. His only reaction was to duck his head down, feeling his goggles press against his face as they met resistance. That, too, was a very familiar sensation; anytime he buried his head into a pillow he felt the same thing. It didn't register in his mind at all.
At about the same time, he was rewarded by the noise stopping. His breathing grew deeper again, any vague consciousness he'd collected slipping back away. If he'd just woken up a bit more, he'd realize that comfortably familiar and warm something that he'd draped one arm over was familiar for a very good reason.]
[It wasn't until his eyes adjusted that he found exactly what was keeping him in place. There was something on top of him. Something that had pulled him closer to the center of the bed. Something that if you trailed along it to find its source...
Was Kidou. Panic-striken eyes suddenly assess the situation, heat rushing to his cheeks as he realize that Kidou had fallen asleep with his arm draped over him, thus him rolling into the warm touch. Words couldn't describe the sheer amount of horror on Sakuma's face. It's not that he had a problem with Kidou throwing an arm over him in a makeshift cuddle, oh no.
He loved it a little too much. But it's really something that's hard to appreciate when you also have a sense of self-preservation, and know that Kidou Yuuto would not take this as well as you would.
He can't move. He's afraid to move. Maybe he should risk being late to getting ready and just pretend he fell back asleep. Maybe he could wiggle his way out from the bottom. Maybe he could substitute himself with a pillow. All of the options run through his head and categorize themselves by effectiveness so fast that even Genda would have given him a golf clap of approval.
None of them seemed like an option that didn't have a high risk. This is it, this is where he dies in limbo between Kidou's soft embrace and the outside world.
You know.
Where he could have looked from afar in peace.]
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[The warm something he's next to is still again, and Kidou's smile fades as he slips further back into deep sleep. There's no motion from Kidou at all as he breathes softly against Sakuma's shirt.
For the moment, Sakuma has time to work out an exit strategy. That moment won't last. It won't be too long before the call for the whole team to get up is sounded, and as a time-saving measure, those awake get tasked with alerting those who haven't left their rooms. What's worse - Kidou finding out about this, or someone random potentially walking in on this scene?
If Sakuma waits long enough, a distant door will slam. The first pair of muffled voices will just barely carry through the walls. And, worst of all, in reaction to that, Kidou's arm will tense briefly, pulling Sakuma just a little bit closer to him and burying his face against him in a final effort to cling to sleep.
That probably isn't comfortable, given how far the rims of those goggles protrude.]
[Sakuma was pretty content with his life minus a few technicalities. He had loving parents, his school was free of Kageyama's influence, he was the captain of Teikoku. Sure, he'd like it if Kidou noticed him...but maybe not so blissfully unaware of the situation that he had to be unconscious to give him such affection. Because you know what, Sakuma Jirou has never wished for death so hard than he did right now.
And he used Koutei Penguin 1 THREE TIMES IN A ROW.
The footsteps are heard, and panick sets in as he finally decides on the substitution method. Quickly grabbing his pillow, he gently starts to lift Kidou's hand up, just enough to slide it onto the pillow while simultaneously trying to slip OUT of his grip. Should Kidou wake up at that moment, he could make the argument that he had been trying to subtly wake him up.
It's just a few more inches til freedom, and he can see Kidou's hand start to cling to that pillow...]
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But even the most restless of boys fall asleep eventually...if only it wasn't just 4 hours before he had to be up.
His alarm goes off as normal, a soft murmur of protest as his face, flattened against the pillow refuses to move, his hand wildly searching for his phone to turn it off. While never one to complain about early wake up times, he'd much rather have gotten at least another hour before rising for the day. They had practice as usual, and he was sure his soccer would suffer for it.
...
And then he remembers just why his sleep had been shot. His head shoots up like a rocket, staring at the wall behind the headboard and then over to where Kidou had originally been sleeping. His eye, now exposed to the morning light, was now a touch sensitive...but he'd put his patch on in a minute.
He was too busy having slight cardiac arrest.]
Kidou?
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Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware there was a noise somewhere. He was nudged shortly afterwards, which dragged his brain into just enough consciousness to figure out that he knew what that noise was. Ah, an alarm. That should worry him, but this time recognition is paired with mere acceptance.
Once the noise was identified, he stopped trying to think about it at all. He felt more relaxed and comfortable than he could ever remember being, and that noise just wasn't bothersome enough to drag him away from the comfortable warmth of the blanket and whatever he was nestled up against. His only reaction was to duck his head down, feeling his goggles press against his face as they met resistance. That, too, was a very familiar sensation; anytime he buried his head into a pillow he felt the same thing. It didn't register in his mind at all.
At about the same time, he was rewarded by the noise stopping. His breathing grew deeper again, any vague consciousness he'd collected slipping back away. If he'd just woken up a bit more, he'd realize that comfortably familiar and warm something that he'd draped one arm over was familiar for a very good reason.]
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Was Kidou. Panic-striken eyes suddenly assess the situation, heat rushing to his cheeks as he realize that Kidou had fallen asleep with his arm draped over him, thus him rolling into the warm touch. Words couldn't describe the sheer amount of horror on Sakuma's face. It's not that he had a problem with Kidou throwing an arm over him in a makeshift cuddle, oh no.
He loved it a little too much. But it's really something that's hard to appreciate when you also have a sense of self-preservation, and know that Kidou Yuuto would not take this as well as you would.
He can't move. He's afraid to move. Maybe he should risk being late to getting ready and just pretend he fell back asleep. Maybe he could wiggle his way out from the bottom. Maybe he could substitute himself with a pillow. All of the options run through his head and categorize themselves by effectiveness so fast that even Genda would have given him a golf clap of approval.
None of them seemed like an option that didn't have a high risk. This is it, this is where he dies in limbo between Kidou's soft embrace and the outside world.
You know.
Where he could have looked from afar in peace.]
I'm amused that I have a completely harmless excuse to use this icon
For the moment, Sakuma has time to work out an exit strategy. That moment won't last. It won't be too long before the call for the whole team to get up is sounded, and as a time-saving measure, those awake get tasked with alerting those who haven't left their rooms. What's worse - Kidou finding out about this, or someone random potentially walking in on this scene?
If Sakuma waits long enough, a distant door will slam. The first pair of muffled voices will just barely carry through the walls. And, worst of all, in reaction to that, Kidou's arm will tense briefly, pulling Sakuma just a little bit closer to him and burying his face against him in a final effort to cling to sleep.
That probably isn't comfortable, given how far the rims of those goggles protrude.]
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And he used Koutei Penguin 1 THREE TIMES IN A ROW.
The footsteps are heard, and panick sets in as he finally decides on the substitution method. Quickly grabbing his pillow, he gently starts to lift Kidou's hand up, just enough to slide it onto the pillow while simultaneously trying to slip OUT of his grip. Should Kidou wake up at that moment, he could make the argument that he had been trying to subtly wake him up.
It's just a few more inches til freedom, and he can see Kidou's hand start to cling to that pillow...]