![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
writtentofreedomSummary: Sakuya loves the other members of Sargas dearly, even if they’re all buttheads who need to mind their own business.
Tags: Algeki, PolySargas, Fluff, Slice Of Life
Word count: 2k
Beta'd by: Velvet (@velvedeer)
Finish date: 5/6/18
Can also be read on AO3 here!
---
He wakes as soon as he feels Mikado getting out of bed, which is both expected but highly annoying. “Get your ass back here,” he grumbles, pulling the abandoned blankets closer to him.
“Sakuya, c’mon,” Mikado laughs. His humor is very much not appreciated.
“No,” he says, and leaves it at that. Mikado seems to also accept the answer, the door clicking shut behind him and leaving Sakuya to go back to dozing, which is nice, but would’ve been nicer if the space heater would just come back to bed.
He’s not sure how long he’s been asleep before the bed shifts again, blankets tugging off of him. “Sakuya, wake up,” Mikado tries. His hand pushes gently at Sakuya’s shoulder.
“No.” There’s a pause, Sakuya wondering if Mikado actually listened, before a rain of kisses pour over him, and he flails his arms trying to push Mikado off.
“Awake yet?” Mikado grins. It’s blinding in the morning light.
“Ugh,” Sakuya responds, allowing Mikado to pull him sitting, “Unfortunately.” As per usual morning routine, he smacks his arm against the bed a couple times before finding his phone and checking the time. “What the hell. Why am I up so early?”
“Because I woke you up.” He deserves a punch for that. Sakuya delivers, but Mikado keeps smiling even as he rubs his wounded shoulder. Asshole. “I wanted to kiss you, so I needed you awake.”
That would be reasonable if it hadn’t been at the cost of Sakuya’s sleep. Sakuya gives Mikado a final stink eye before dragging himself to his feet. “Stay here. I’ll be back with your goddamn kiss after I brush my teeth.”
“Amazing. You’re actually up early,” Hijiri comments as he walks in.
“Woke him up.” Mikado’s still way too cheery as he nurses a cup of orange juice and a slice of toast.
“Thanks, I hate it,” Sakuya calls from behind his own breakfast.
“You should try being awake this early more often.” Hijiri takes a seat with a script in hand, turning his nose disdainfully at Sakuya’s mess of bread and jam.
“That’s hilarious.” He bites his toast and chews slowly, ignoring the look Hijiri gives him.
“It’d sure be nice if Sargas could stop being almost late to every event.”
“You forget that we also have those other two.” Sakuya raises an eyebrow, and Hijiri raises both his arms in surrender.
“It’s still really nice to have you at the breakfast table with us for once,” Mikado chimes in.
Sakuya huffs. “Can you even consider it a Sargas breakfast if Hijiri doesn’t actually eat breakfast.”
“Unlike some people who don’t seem to gain weight despite what they eat,” Hijiri shoots back snidely with another glance at Sakuya’s plate, “I actually have to work to maintain how I look.”
“You’re a fucking stick. It’d probably be an improvement if you put on a kilo or two.”
“That’s enough,” Mikado interrupts with a sigh. A Sargas breakfast indeed.
His first job for the day is a photoshoot with Ritsu, which means Ritsu’s hand twitching constantly as Sakuya holds it in the car ride to the shoot. “Stop that,” he hisses and Ritsu turns from looking out the window.
“Sorry,” he whispers.
Sakuya sighs. “I get it. You’re nervous.” He squeezes Ritsu’s hand.
“Thank you, Sakuya.” Ritsu gives him a small smile, and he turns to stare outside, cheeks warm.
“Don’t worry about it.” He yawns, and Ritsu tilts his head.
“Did you not sleep enough?”
“Some asshole woke me up too early this morning.”
“Ah. So it was Mikado’s turn to--”
“Yes,” Sakuya interrupts, cheeks burning. How the hell does Ritsu just say things like that without any regards for where they are?
“Was breakfast with him and Hijiri nice at least?” Ritsu asks instead.
“...yea, it was. I came up with a new song, too.”
“That’s good. I want to hear it.”
“Later. I need to fix some things first.”
“Okay.” They’re both quiet as they watch the scenery moving past the windows. He thinks they’re almost at the building for the shoot when Ritsu speaks up again. “I don’t feel nervous anymore. Thank you, Sakuya.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
His afternoon is free, and Yuri had discovered a new cafe in the area during one of his walks, so they agree to check it out together. When Sakuya walks in, Yuri smiles from a seat by the windows.
“It’s so sunny today. Makes you want to take a nap, huh?” Yuri hums.
“Yea.” Sakuya shifts through the options as Yuri scolds Tomte for more mischief.
“I heard from Mikado that you were working on something this morning?”
“Yea. Still not done, but. It’s looking pretty nice so far.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.” Yuri waits for the waiter to turn before nodding to the air, the cherry at the top of the parfait in front of him disappearing. “But to hear you were songwriting so early in the morning was certainly a surprise.”
“Yea, yea, blame Mikado.” He huffs, and Yuri laughs.
“Of course, I expected nothing less.”
“Has he ever pulled that with you?”
“Oh, he’s tried.” Yuri’s smile tells him he shouldn’t question further. “I definitely prefer late night over early morning though. It’s easier to hear the voices of spirits at night, y’know?”
How nice, Sakuya thinks. “Seems like it’d be a bother if it’s that noisy even at night,” he says instead.
Of course, Yuri has always been able to see right through him. “I suppose so. Thank goodness you have us to keep you company at night instead, huh?” He pretends his lack of response is from being too engrossed in his slice of cake and the stream of passersby outside the window.
“Sakuya,” Yuri calls, and… huh. He doesn’t remember falling asleep.
“What.” Blearily, he rubs at his eyes and raises his head from the table.
“Say ‘Aah’.”
“Wha-” He’s cut off by a spoonful of whipped cream and semi-melted ice cream being shoved in his mouth.
“Tomte couldn’t finish the parfait, and it’s a bit too sweet for me. I was hoping you could help us out?”
He takes his time letting the sugar wake him up before replying, “Just say that in the first place then.”
“Thank you, Sakuya,” Yuri singsongs. “And so, ‘Aah’?”
“I can feed myself just fine,” Sakuya snaps, grabbing at the parfait glass.
“We haven’t had many opportunities recently to enjoy each other’s company. Allow me this?” Yuri mind as well be pouting if he weren’t so graceful.
As usual, Sakuya finds himself bending to Yuri’s whims. “Alright, just this once.”
“Thank you, Sakuya. Tomte also thanks you.”
“I don’t understand you ever,” Hijiri says as he watches Sakuya fuss with the music sheets. He had been reading a book when Sakuya came to lay across the couch in his usual thinking spot, although at this point he seems more interested in whatever Sakuya’s doing.
“Good,” Sakuya retorts. His schedule allows him to spend until dinner working on songwriting, although thanks to Mikado, he’s ahead of schedule. Which is fortunate, because he’s hit a block. “Ugh, I don’t know how they expect me to work with a schedule like this. I don’t control when the songs feel like being written.”
“Like it or not, schedules are necessary,” Hijiri reprimands, squeezing his ankle in warning.
“Yea, whatever. Schedules aren’t going to write this song for me though.” He shuts his eyes and leans back on the couch, hands tapping and shifting as he tries to get a feel for the song again.
“Let me see what you got so far.” Hijiri snatches the pages out of his hand, ignoring his indignant yelling. “Oh, huh. This is nice.”
“Of course it is.” He pretends his cheeks aren’t heating up at the praise.
“Aren’t you glad Mikado woke you up early today?”
“Who would be glad to be awake that early?”
“You’d be surprised.” They’re quiet again as Hijiri looks over the rest of the song-in-progress. “I didn’t expect your new song to be a ballad, though.”
“It’s whatever it wants to be.” He doesn’t control what the song does. Not really, anyways. Songs tend to have a mind of their own, even when being written.
“I didn’t expect it to be a love song either,” Hijiri continues, and wait, what?
“Give me that,” he snaps, grabbing the papers again and looking again, because, what?
“Did you not realize?” Hijiri’s fingers rubbing his legs feel really nice, and Sakuya lets his mind wander a little, musing about the song’s contents and what it means. For a bit too long, apparently, because when he snaps out of it, Hijiri’s all huffy again. “Forget I asked.”
“What?”
“You weren’t even listening!”
“Of course I wasn’t. If you’ve forgotten, I’m trying to write a song.”
Hijiri’s cheeks are pink as he grumbles, voice growing quieter with each word. “I was asking if you need me to do something to help you get inspiration. Since it’s a love song and all.”
“How sweet.” Even if he himself is sometimes the same, he can’t help but tease a little when Hijiri acts like this.
“Shut up! Go back to writing your song.”
“I will, thanks.” Ignoring Hijiri’s protests, he shifts until he’s in Hijiri’s lap, still sitting sideways on the couch.
“You’re insufferable.” Hijiri’s body is slightly too bony, but he’s warm, and the words are finally coming to him, so it’s definitely his win.
It’s Sakuya’s turn to wash the dishes after dinner when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist, a head resting against his back, and he jumps. “Who the hell--”
“Sorry, Sakuya.” Ritsu’s apology gets muffled by Sakuya’s shirt. “I thought you’d be close enough in height with me compared to everyone else in Sargas that it’d work.”
Sakuya sighs. “If you wanted to cuddle, you can wait until I’m done with the dishes.”
“No, it has to be while you’re doing them.” He can feel Ritsu’s pout.
“Can’t you just go get a stool?” They stand in silence, and then Ritsu releases him. “Did you really not think of that?” Sighing, he shuts off the water and waits for Ritsu to return with the stool.
“Sorry, Sakuya,” Ritsu repeats upon returning.
Sakuya ignores him, waiting for small arms to wrap back around his waist before going back to washing dishes.
“It’s alright,” he says after a couple dishes, “I kind of get it.” It’s the closest he’ll ever get to saying aloud how much he’s enjoying Ritsu holding him close like this, breath warm against his neck and head a pleasant weight on his shoulder.
“I just wanted to see what it’s about,” Ritsu murmurs against his skin, “but it’s nice, huh. Would be nicer if I was a bit bigger, though.”
“It’s not bad. You’re fine as you are.”
“You picked last time,” Sakuya argues, television remote in hand.
“I did not,” Hijiri snaps back, “Mikado did. I just happened to enjoy his selection, which is more than I can say for any of yours.”
“Excuse you for not having taste then.”
“Do I need to pick?” Yuri calls from the mess of blankets and pillows by the couch.
“No, we’re alright!” he yells back irritably.
“It’s fine, we got this!” Hijiri says at the same time.
“If you say so,” Yuri says, and then he and Hijiri are back to their stand-off.
“Are you sure you don’t want Yuri to choose?” Mikado asks, popcorn bowl in hand as he enters from the kitchen.
“I’d rather we not have another boring-ass documentary.”
Hijiri scoffs. “There’s always the chance he’ll pick a horror instead.”
Before he can react, Ritsu chimes in, bless him. “I hope not. I can’t sleep after. I have jobs early tomorrow. I think.”
“You think?” Hijiri raises an eyebrow, and Sakuya rolls his eyes.
“How about Ritsu decides then?” Mikado suggests. Hijiri raises both hands as Sakuya shrugs, which is as far as either of them get with saying they enjoy Ritsu’s choices of rom-coms and animated movies.
“I get to pick?” Ritsu’s eyes twinkle, and Sakuya regrets nothing as he passes the remote and goes to claim a seat on the floor by the couch, grabbing a quick handful from the bowl perched between the couch cushions. Hijiri gives him the stink-eye as he takes a seat next to him. He sticks his popcorn-covered tongue out in return.
“That’s fucking nasty.”
“Don’t you ever give yourself cheat days?”
“You give yourself one cheat day, and then you’ll start wanting two. Then the entire diet’s out the window.”
“Yea, yea, lecture me on my shitty diet some other night. Or like, never.”
“Both of you,” Yuri laughs, “Tomte asks if you both could stop fighting for tonight.”
“Alright,” Hijiri sighs, leaning back, “For Tomte.”
“We weren’t fighting,” Sakuya grumbles. Mikado and Ritsu return with the film selection and some more snacks, and movie night officially begins.
He manages to last until the snacks have depleted. As soon as his mouth realizes there’s nothing left to chew on, however, he finds his eyelids getting heavy.
“Just sleep,” Hijiri hisses, which means his head’s probably starting to nod.
“Mm,” he replies, too sleepy to actually make words. A hand on the side of his face pushes his head to the side, forcefully situating it onto Hijiri’s shoulder.
“Sleep,” the older boy repeats.
“Y’er fuckin’ bony,” Sakuya complains quietly as the blankets get pulled up around him. He doesn’t stay awake long enough to hear Hijiri’s snarky response, thank goodness.
---
My ridiculously late-ass present for Sakuya. I want him to become used to being loved and cared for.
Title from The Script’s “Never Seen Anything ‘Quite Like You’”
Tags: Algeki, PolySargas, Fluff, Slice Of Life
Word count: 2k
Beta'd by: Velvet (@velvedeer)
Finish date: 5/6/18
Can also be read on AO3 here!
---
He wakes as soon as he feels Mikado getting out of bed, which is both expected but highly annoying. “Get your ass back here,” he grumbles, pulling the abandoned blankets closer to him.
“Sakuya, c’mon,” Mikado laughs. His humor is very much not appreciated.
“No,” he says, and leaves it at that. Mikado seems to also accept the answer, the door clicking shut behind him and leaving Sakuya to go back to dozing, which is nice, but would’ve been nicer if the space heater would just come back to bed.
He’s not sure how long he’s been asleep before the bed shifts again, blankets tugging off of him. “Sakuya, wake up,” Mikado tries. His hand pushes gently at Sakuya’s shoulder.
“No.” There’s a pause, Sakuya wondering if Mikado actually listened, before a rain of kisses pour over him, and he flails his arms trying to push Mikado off.
“Awake yet?” Mikado grins. It’s blinding in the morning light.
“Ugh,” Sakuya responds, allowing Mikado to pull him sitting, “Unfortunately.” As per usual morning routine, he smacks his arm against the bed a couple times before finding his phone and checking the time. “What the hell. Why am I up so early?”
“Because I woke you up.” He deserves a punch for that. Sakuya delivers, but Mikado keeps smiling even as he rubs his wounded shoulder. Asshole. “I wanted to kiss you, so I needed you awake.”
That would be reasonable if it hadn’t been at the cost of Sakuya’s sleep. Sakuya gives Mikado a final stink eye before dragging himself to his feet. “Stay here. I’ll be back with your goddamn kiss after I brush my teeth.”
“Amazing. You’re actually up early,” Hijiri comments as he walks in.
“Woke him up.” Mikado’s still way too cheery as he nurses a cup of orange juice and a slice of toast.
“Thanks, I hate it,” Sakuya calls from behind his own breakfast.
“You should try being awake this early more often.” Hijiri takes a seat with a script in hand, turning his nose disdainfully at Sakuya’s mess of bread and jam.
“That’s hilarious.” He bites his toast and chews slowly, ignoring the look Hijiri gives him.
“It’d sure be nice if Sargas could stop being almost late to every event.”
“You forget that we also have those other two.” Sakuya raises an eyebrow, and Hijiri raises both his arms in surrender.
“It’s still really nice to have you at the breakfast table with us for once,” Mikado chimes in.
Sakuya huffs. “Can you even consider it a Sargas breakfast if Hijiri doesn’t actually eat breakfast.”
“Unlike some people who don’t seem to gain weight despite what they eat,” Hijiri shoots back snidely with another glance at Sakuya’s plate, “I actually have to work to maintain how I look.”
“You’re a fucking stick. It’d probably be an improvement if you put on a kilo or two.”
“That’s enough,” Mikado interrupts with a sigh. A Sargas breakfast indeed.
His first job for the day is a photoshoot with Ritsu, which means Ritsu’s hand twitching constantly as Sakuya holds it in the car ride to the shoot. “Stop that,” he hisses and Ritsu turns from looking out the window.
“Sorry,” he whispers.
Sakuya sighs. “I get it. You’re nervous.” He squeezes Ritsu’s hand.
“Thank you, Sakuya.” Ritsu gives him a small smile, and he turns to stare outside, cheeks warm.
“Don’t worry about it.” He yawns, and Ritsu tilts his head.
“Did you not sleep enough?”
“Some asshole woke me up too early this morning.”
“Ah. So it was Mikado’s turn to--”
“Yes,” Sakuya interrupts, cheeks burning. How the hell does Ritsu just say things like that without any regards for where they are?
“Was breakfast with him and Hijiri nice at least?” Ritsu asks instead.
“...yea, it was. I came up with a new song, too.”
“That’s good. I want to hear it.”
“Later. I need to fix some things first.”
“Okay.” They’re both quiet as they watch the scenery moving past the windows. He thinks they’re almost at the building for the shoot when Ritsu speaks up again. “I don’t feel nervous anymore. Thank you, Sakuya.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
His afternoon is free, and Yuri had discovered a new cafe in the area during one of his walks, so they agree to check it out together. When Sakuya walks in, Yuri smiles from a seat by the windows.
“It’s so sunny today. Makes you want to take a nap, huh?” Yuri hums.
“Yea.” Sakuya shifts through the options as Yuri scolds Tomte for more mischief.
“I heard from Mikado that you were working on something this morning?”
“Yea. Still not done, but. It’s looking pretty nice so far.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.” Yuri waits for the waiter to turn before nodding to the air, the cherry at the top of the parfait in front of him disappearing. “But to hear you were songwriting so early in the morning was certainly a surprise.”
“Yea, yea, blame Mikado.” He huffs, and Yuri laughs.
“Of course, I expected nothing less.”
“Has he ever pulled that with you?”
“Oh, he’s tried.” Yuri’s smile tells him he shouldn’t question further. “I definitely prefer late night over early morning though. It’s easier to hear the voices of spirits at night, y’know?”
How nice, Sakuya thinks. “Seems like it’d be a bother if it’s that noisy even at night,” he says instead.
Of course, Yuri has always been able to see right through him. “I suppose so. Thank goodness you have us to keep you company at night instead, huh?” He pretends his lack of response is from being too engrossed in his slice of cake and the stream of passersby outside the window.
“Sakuya,” Yuri calls, and… huh. He doesn’t remember falling asleep.
“What.” Blearily, he rubs at his eyes and raises his head from the table.
“Say ‘Aah’.”
“Wha-” He’s cut off by a spoonful of whipped cream and semi-melted ice cream being shoved in his mouth.
“Tomte couldn’t finish the parfait, and it’s a bit too sweet for me. I was hoping you could help us out?”
He takes his time letting the sugar wake him up before replying, “Just say that in the first place then.”
“Thank you, Sakuya,” Yuri singsongs. “And so, ‘Aah’?”
“I can feed myself just fine,” Sakuya snaps, grabbing at the parfait glass.
“We haven’t had many opportunities recently to enjoy each other’s company. Allow me this?” Yuri mind as well be pouting if he weren’t so graceful.
As usual, Sakuya finds himself bending to Yuri’s whims. “Alright, just this once.”
“Thank you, Sakuya. Tomte also thanks you.”
“I don’t understand you ever,” Hijiri says as he watches Sakuya fuss with the music sheets. He had been reading a book when Sakuya came to lay across the couch in his usual thinking spot, although at this point he seems more interested in whatever Sakuya’s doing.
“Good,” Sakuya retorts. His schedule allows him to spend until dinner working on songwriting, although thanks to Mikado, he’s ahead of schedule. Which is fortunate, because he’s hit a block. “Ugh, I don’t know how they expect me to work with a schedule like this. I don’t control when the songs feel like being written.”
“Like it or not, schedules are necessary,” Hijiri reprimands, squeezing his ankle in warning.
“Yea, whatever. Schedules aren’t going to write this song for me though.” He shuts his eyes and leans back on the couch, hands tapping and shifting as he tries to get a feel for the song again.
“Let me see what you got so far.” Hijiri snatches the pages out of his hand, ignoring his indignant yelling. “Oh, huh. This is nice.”
“Of course it is.” He pretends his cheeks aren’t heating up at the praise.
“Aren’t you glad Mikado woke you up early today?”
“Who would be glad to be awake that early?”
“You’d be surprised.” They’re quiet again as Hijiri looks over the rest of the song-in-progress. “I didn’t expect your new song to be a ballad, though.”
“It’s whatever it wants to be.” He doesn’t control what the song does. Not really, anyways. Songs tend to have a mind of their own, even when being written.
“I didn’t expect it to be a love song either,” Hijiri continues, and wait, what?
“Give me that,” he snaps, grabbing the papers again and looking again, because, what?
“Did you not realize?” Hijiri’s fingers rubbing his legs feel really nice, and Sakuya lets his mind wander a little, musing about the song’s contents and what it means. For a bit too long, apparently, because when he snaps out of it, Hijiri’s all huffy again. “Forget I asked.”
“What?”
“You weren’t even listening!”
“Of course I wasn’t. If you’ve forgotten, I’m trying to write a song.”
Hijiri’s cheeks are pink as he grumbles, voice growing quieter with each word. “I was asking if you need me to do something to help you get inspiration. Since it’s a love song and all.”
“How sweet.” Even if he himself is sometimes the same, he can’t help but tease a little when Hijiri acts like this.
“Shut up! Go back to writing your song.”
“I will, thanks.” Ignoring Hijiri’s protests, he shifts until he’s in Hijiri’s lap, still sitting sideways on the couch.
“You’re insufferable.” Hijiri’s body is slightly too bony, but he’s warm, and the words are finally coming to him, so it’s definitely his win.
It’s Sakuya’s turn to wash the dishes after dinner when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist, a head resting against his back, and he jumps. “Who the hell--”
“Sorry, Sakuya.” Ritsu’s apology gets muffled by Sakuya’s shirt. “I thought you’d be close enough in height with me compared to everyone else in Sargas that it’d work.”
Sakuya sighs. “If you wanted to cuddle, you can wait until I’m done with the dishes.”
“No, it has to be while you’re doing them.” He can feel Ritsu’s pout.
“Can’t you just go get a stool?” They stand in silence, and then Ritsu releases him. “Did you really not think of that?” Sighing, he shuts off the water and waits for Ritsu to return with the stool.
“Sorry, Sakuya,” Ritsu repeats upon returning.
Sakuya ignores him, waiting for small arms to wrap back around his waist before going back to washing dishes.
“It’s alright,” he says after a couple dishes, “I kind of get it.” It’s the closest he’ll ever get to saying aloud how much he’s enjoying Ritsu holding him close like this, breath warm against his neck and head a pleasant weight on his shoulder.
“I just wanted to see what it’s about,” Ritsu murmurs against his skin, “but it’s nice, huh. Would be nicer if I was a bit bigger, though.”
“It’s not bad. You’re fine as you are.”
“You picked last time,” Sakuya argues, television remote in hand.
“I did not,” Hijiri snaps back, “Mikado did. I just happened to enjoy his selection, which is more than I can say for any of yours.”
“Excuse you for not having taste then.”
“Do I need to pick?” Yuri calls from the mess of blankets and pillows by the couch.
“No, we’re alright!” he yells back irritably.
“It’s fine, we got this!” Hijiri says at the same time.
“If you say so,” Yuri says, and then he and Hijiri are back to their stand-off.
“Are you sure you don’t want Yuri to choose?” Mikado asks, popcorn bowl in hand as he enters from the kitchen.
“I’d rather we not have another boring-ass documentary.”
Hijiri scoffs. “There’s always the chance he’ll pick a horror instead.”
Before he can react, Ritsu chimes in, bless him. “I hope not. I can’t sleep after. I have jobs early tomorrow. I think.”
“You think?” Hijiri raises an eyebrow, and Sakuya rolls his eyes.
“How about Ritsu decides then?” Mikado suggests. Hijiri raises both hands as Sakuya shrugs, which is as far as either of them get with saying they enjoy Ritsu’s choices of rom-coms and animated movies.
“I get to pick?” Ritsu’s eyes twinkle, and Sakuya regrets nothing as he passes the remote and goes to claim a seat on the floor by the couch, grabbing a quick handful from the bowl perched between the couch cushions. Hijiri gives him the stink-eye as he takes a seat next to him. He sticks his popcorn-covered tongue out in return.
“That’s fucking nasty.”
“Don’t you ever give yourself cheat days?”
“You give yourself one cheat day, and then you’ll start wanting two. Then the entire diet’s out the window.”
“Yea, yea, lecture me on my shitty diet some other night. Or like, never.”
“Both of you,” Yuri laughs, “Tomte asks if you both could stop fighting for tonight.”
“Alright,” Hijiri sighs, leaning back, “For Tomte.”
“We weren’t fighting,” Sakuya grumbles. Mikado and Ritsu return with the film selection and some more snacks, and movie night officially begins.
He manages to last until the snacks have depleted. As soon as his mouth realizes there’s nothing left to chew on, however, he finds his eyelids getting heavy.
“Just sleep,” Hijiri hisses, which means his head’s probably starting to nod.
“Mm,” he replies, too sleepy to actually make words. A hand on the side of his face pushes his head to the side, forcefully situating it onto Hijiri’s shoulder.
“Sleep,” the older boy repeats.
“Y’er fuckin’ bony,” Sakuya complains quietly as the blankets get pulled up around him. He doesn’t stay awake long enough to hear Hijiri’s snarky response, thank goodness.
---
My ridiculously late-ass present for Sakuya. I want him to become used to being loved and cared for.
Title from The Script’s “Never Seen Anything ‘Quite Like You’”