[LOG] Niou Masaharu and Yagyuu Hiroshi
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tennis_hellWho: Niou Masaharu and Yagyuu Hiroshi
What: Uh. Inappropriate nighttime shenanigansYagyuu is a sadist
When: AGGESSSS ago. Back in May hahahaha T_T
Where: Yagyuu's room in Mikiya
Rating: ...PG????
Yagyuu’s snippy messages had stopped a while ago, which Niou takes to mean his friend’s gone to bed and is incapable of checking and reading messages. And as he looks up at the window to Yagyuu’s room, the lights are off too. A perfect time for breaking in.
And really, it’s not that hard to climb up to the second floor, and he’s inspected Yagyuu’s window before. Niou braces himself against the jutting wall as he perches on the windowsill, his lockpicks making short work of the frankly rubbish lock on the window before he carefully slides it open and drops into the room.
He can see the lump of a sleeping Yagyuu on the bed and Niou toes off his shoes at the window, heading for the kitchenette. He can just make out shapes in the room and somehow, through sheer luck or skill, makes it there without tripping over anything or making too much noise. Which of course all stops as he turns on the kettle and rustles around to find a cup.
He rather fancied a cup of tea right now.
The water’s been heated to the right temperature, and a variety of syrups and liquors are lined up along the counter for easy access. Although he doesn’t have the same fancy machines as Marui, Yagyuu’s determined to make the same, if not similar enough, cup of Irish coffee his friend had served him a few months ago. After he’s poured in the steaming brew and mixed in a few shots of whiskey, he takes a deep breath of the coffee’s rich scent.
It smells just like his stash of smoky chai tea and Yagyuu frowns. He takes a sip and splutters. Then in the distance, he can hear a faint rustling along with the familiar hum of his kettle. He follows the sounds until it leads him to the housing’s kitchen.
Inside the dark room, he can make out the outline of a figure with something that looks like cat ears going about through the kitchen’s cupboards. He squints at it while quietly feeling for the light switch when his hand hits a pile of pans that wasn’t there before and the figure turns around so quickly that Yagyuu can feel the wind hit his cheek. The shadow’s white eyes widen before forming angry slits and he hears it growl right before it pounces on him.
And he wakes up. Cold sweat forms all over his body and the the scent of chai still lingers around the room. At first, he mentally scolds himself for leaving his tea open when a tiny voice reminds him that all he’s had throughout the day was decaf coffee. Then the minute ping of the kettle jolts him from his daze. Yagyuu scrambles up from his bed and barely makes out a shadowy figure standing by his kitchenette. Without a second thought, he grabs his pillow and throws it at the intruder as hard as he can.
Niou manages to find the tea bags, sugar and a spoon in the dark and he thinks he’s doing pretty well with putting it all together. At least until he hears Yagyuu suddenly move from the bed. And he isn’t expecting a pillow to be suddenly thrown at him and Niou splutters as it hits him squarely, dropping sadly to the floor after.
“Evening, Hiroshi,” he says cheerfully enough though, picking up the pillow and tossing it back towards Yagyuu. “Can I interest you in a cup of tea?” As if this is completely normal. “Milk, no sugar?”
“Niou-kun…?” Yagyuu says tentatively as he squints and stumbles out of bed to turn on the lights. It takes him a moment for his eyes to adjust, and lo and behold, in front of him is Niou with a cup of his precious tea in hand. His eyes widen as the beginnings of a migraine forms in his head. “What the hell, Niou-kun? It’s the middle of the night, why are you here? How did you get in?”
Niou hisses at the sudden flaring of light and he squints, carefully pouring water into his tea and getting it all together. He feels rather awake now, even though it’s some ungodly hour and rather chipper as well as Yagyuu just looks excessively grumpy at him.
“I really needed a cup of tea,” he says, lifting up his cup to show Yagyuu. “And my landlady fell asleep in her armchair again, and I would’ve woken her up with turning the kettle on.” So clearly, wandering to Yagyuu’s place and breaking in was the next best option. He happily ignores the last question in favour of carefully measuring out milk to finish off his tea.
Yagyuu continues to gape at him, only stopping when his legs shiver from a slight breeze. He turns to his open window, staring at it blankly before pointing a finger at Niou’s direction. He’s about to yell when he remembers what time it is. Instead, he opts to close the window before it gets any colder and falls back down on his bed, kneading his palms into his eyes.
He sits up and looks at Niou warily. “Was it really necessary for you to break into my room for a cup of tea, Niou-kun?” he asks. “Does your landlady’s health matter more than mine?”
Half-awake Yagyuu is always amusing and Niou doesn’t know what he doesn’t do this more often. Probably because it ends up with a grumpy Yagyuu as he wakes up more. Maybe.
Still, for the time being Niou moves over to Yagyuu’s desk chair and sits down with his cup of tea, sipping at it happily and enjoying the warm beverage. “Well, maybe I also just wanted to sneak into your bed tonight,” Niou says casually, lifting his cup vaguely in Yagyuu’s direction. “And snuggle up close and affectionately. I can’t really do that with my landlady.”
“Would you like a repeat of the last time we ‘snuggled’?” Yagyuu asks, raising an eyebrow. He runs a hand through his messy hair and reaches for the glasses on top of a stack of books by his bed. After putting on his glasses, everything is clearer and the small clock on the desk flashes the digits 2:20 at him. It’s still too early to deal with anything, much more Niou.
“I have bandaids on my nipples this time, so you can’t pinch them,” Niou says, staring at Yagyuu evenly with no sign of whether or not he’s joking. “They have little hello kittys on them.”
Niou wriggles a bit to get a bit more comfortable on the chair, and really, Yagyuu’s bed is looking pretty inviting to sit on. “You know, you should think about going with your messy hair more often,” he says, taking a happy sip of his tea - so nice. “It looks kind of hot.”
Eyeing Niou’s own slightly styled hair with disdain, Yagyuu turns away and tries to fix his own as neatly as he can with his fingers. Without a mirror to use, and the curtains of his windows down, there isn’t anything he can use to check his reflection with, so he stops and hopes for the best. Then he stares back at Niou.
“Whether or not you have bandaids over them is of no consequence,” he says, folding his arms. He doesn’t bother to glance at the other’s chest. “Those aren’t the only places I can reach and pinch at.” Yagyuu stifles a yawn with the back of his hand and glares at Niou. “You’re not really here just for tea, are you?”
What a terrifying threat. Although Niou’s also a little morbidly curious about where Yagyuu would pinch if the nipples aren’t an option. He grins a the accusation and sips casually at his tea, crossing his legs at the ankles and stretching them out in front of him.
“Well, I really did want a cup of tea,” Niou says. “But I also seriously thought about just sneaking under your covers and seeing what you’d do.” Clearly the tea had won out in the end though. “Maybe I just really missed your face and wanted to stare at it in the dark.”
Knowing Niou, that was probably it with no other agenda behind his midnight visit. If it were earlier, maybe he wouldn’t mind so much but as it stands, it’s nearing 3 AM. All Yagyuu wants to do is crawl under his covers and pretend that everything is a figment of his stressed out brain.
For a moment, he considers giving into Niou’s inane wishes just to get it over and done with it. But the thought just makes him panic and wake up even more. With a shake of his head, he clears his thoughts and gives the other an unimpressed look. “Please don’t,” he says as he pushes up his glasses. “That’s unsettling and if anyone saw you climb through the window, they’d have called the police on you by now.”
Niou has a suspicion that the only unsettling part is the suggestion of staring at Yagyuu’s face in the dark, which, is quite hilarious. He puts down his half finished cup on Yagyuu’s desk and pushes himself up out of the chair. “Oh well, I don’t hear any approaching police, so we’re good.”
He heads towards the cupboard. “I’m borrowing pyjamas from you, by the way,” Niou says. “I didn’t bring anything to sleep in. Thanks Hiroshi.”
Yagyuu stands up with a sigh and tugs Niou away from the cupboard. He makes his way to the closet and pulls out an extra set of pajamas that he barely uses. “Here,” he says, tossing them at Niou. “Do you need anything else? I don’t have any spare toiletries on hand for you so if you need any, we’ll have to go to the convenience store down by the road.”
Oh! Yagyuu is so helpful, getting it himself. Niou grins and catches the bundle of pyjamas, unfolding to inspect them. “No, I’m pretty good,” Niou says, already starting to pull off his sweater to get changed. “If I get a fuzzy mouth and need to brush my teeth, I can always use your toothbrush.”
He really isn’t bothered by that idea and he purposely drops his clothes in a messy pile on Yagyuu’s chair. “Maybe a hairbrush though, for the morning.”
It’s only through years of familiarity and proximity with Niou that stops his face scrunching up in disgust at the thought of his toothbrush going near anyone else’s mouth besides his own. Instead, Yagyuu pulls out a comb from a drawer and places it on top of his desk. Better he leaves it out than let other go through his things looking for it.
“Is there anything else that you might need?” he asks, turning around to pick up Niou’s clothes and hang them over the back of his chair.
Niou’s extremely helpful with Yagyuu’s cleaning up after him, draping his trousers over Yagyuu’s shoulders and tossing his shirt over his head. And it should be pretty obvious that Niou had been lying about the bandaids on his nipples, although… he’s kind of regretting that now.
“Just the warmth of your body in bed with me,” Niou says, pulling on the pyjamas. And then he goes back to finishing his tea, watching Yagyuu closely over the rim of the cup. “And I’d really appreciate some kind of lullaby to soothe me into sleep.”
Yagyuu shoots a glare towards Niou as he pulls off the pants from his shoulders and places them carefully over the rest of the other clothes.
“Don’t be a prat, Niou-kun,” he says, pushing his glasses up. He climbs back into his bed, making sure to take the side near the wall. “If you mess around, I’ll kick you out.”
“A prat?!” Niou says indignantly, fluffing up a bit. He drains the tea and puts it carefully on Yagyuu’s desk - to be cleaned up in the morning, probably. “How is needing a lullaby messing around? I’d give one to you if you wanted.”
Although he doubts that Yagyuu wants to hear his singing, which is more akin to cats screaming than anything else. Niou runs his tongue over his teeth consideringly before he shuffles over to the bed. “I want to sleep against the wall,” he says, waving Yagyuu closer. “Or else you might actually kick me off the bed in your sleep.”
“No,” says Yagyuu with a fold of his arms over his chest. “And if I do, then you probably deserved it.” With that, he scoots closer to the wall in case Niou decides to wedge himself in between them to nudge him towards the edge. Yagyuu eyes the empty cup on his desk and sighs internally, reminding himself to wash it as soon as he gets up later.
His gaze flickers over to the clock. at this rate, he’ll have less than five hours of sleep. Yagyuu takes off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Anyhow, neither of us should be singing at this time.”
Yagyuu is such a fun suck sometimes. Niou sighs loudly as he climbs into bed, pulling out his hair tie and leaving it on the bedside table. “I’m sure Banana-chan wouldn’t care if we woke her up with singing,” Niou says, quickly finger combing his hair down. “Maybe we could even bang on the wall to really make it exciting.”
And then he could deal with her grumpy faces at him next work shift. The idea makes him grin widely.
Niou pauses before he moves to flop on top of Yagyuu, wriggling to get kind of comfortable - it’d be much easier if Yagyuu actually slept in the middle of the bed.
He lets out a grunt and pushes Niou off him, stabbing the other man on the side with his finger. “Don’t make me twist your nipples, Niou-kun,” Yagyuu warns. “I saw earlier, there’s nothing to protect them.”
Yagyuu pulls the blanket over them and shifts around. He’s tired but with everything that’s happened, he’s too restless to fall asleep. Yagyuu sighs and settles on staring at his ceiling and grins. “An-chan wouldn’t be the only one you’ll wake up with that screeching you call singing.” Imagining everyone thinking a drunk had entered the dorms makes him snicker.
Niou flinches away at the prodding - Yagyuu is so mean - and he pulls away to his own side of the bed. “You should come up with a better method of punishment, Hiroshi,” Niou says, flopping down onto the pillow and looking at Yagyuu’s face in the dark. “Or else I might get used to it and it’ll start turning me on or something.”
He kicks Yagyuu under the covers for the comment about his singing. “Hey Hiroshi, are you actually bothered by sharing a bed with me, or is it just because I woke you up in the middle of the night?” Niou suddenly asks. And he’s very subtle (not) about how he’s sneaking closer and closer to snuggle up next to Yagyuu.
Instead of deeming the comment with a response, Yagyuu rolls his eyes and pinches Niou’s arm. It’s hard enough that he hopes it deters the his friend from kicking him again. But if it doesn’t, well, shoving him to the floor is easy to do.
Yagyuu turns his head to face Niou, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. “Sharing a bed with you isn’t something new,” he answers, remembering past sleepovers and training camps. “It really is rude of you to just break in. If you called, I would’ve let you in despite the time.”
Niou sidles just that bit closer and curls up next to Yagyuu. It’s maybe a bit stiflingly warm like this, but he’s stubborn and just burrows under the blankets more. “Except the risk is that you’ll just ignore your phone and pretend that you were sleeping,” Niou says, shifting to glance up at Yagyuu’s face. He can sort of see it in the minimal light.
He moves a hand to start sneakily tiptoeing it up underneath Yagyuu’s shirt and grins. “Besides, like I said, I just really wanted to snuggle in bed with you and stare at your face.”
“Please don’t,” Yagyuu says as he slaps away the intruding hand and uses his feet to move away the blanket at the bottom of the bed to let the cool air in.
He squints at Niou and raises an eyebrow. “When have I ever ignored your calls?” he asks. He’s hung up on Niou before but that was only after he found out who was on the other end of the line.
Niou presses his hand stubbornly against Yagyuu’s stomach, under the shirt, but at least he stops moving it. He likes feeling the rise and fall with Yagyuu’s breathing and matching his own to it.
The true answer to Yagyuu’s question is indeed never. But Niou helpfully ignores that as he props himself up to keep talking. “Do you answer everyone’s phonecalls in the middle of the night, Hiroshi? Or am I just special?” he asks. “Should I use a fake number next time to test this out?”
Niou’s hand is cold to the touch, making the skin beneath his palm shiver slightly. Yagyuu is itching to pull it off but knowing Niou, he ignores it instead and continues to breathe evenly.
“No one else is rude enough to call at this time, unless it was an emergency.” He says. “And besides, if an unknown called, don’t you think that I wouldn’t answer it instead?”
“So what, you’d ignore it, and miss a potential emergency? Heartless,” Niou says, wriggling his fingers lightly against Yagyuu’s stomach. He thinks he can hear a noise when they hit and he laughs a bit.
“What if it’s a nice lady on the other end? Who says she’s waiting for your phone call? You’d risk not answering that?” He asks, feigning surprise.
Yagyuu frowns at sound of Niou’s taps against his stomach. It’s impossible to tell in the dark, but he can feel the tips of his ears get warmer.
“That wouldn’t happen.” He says firmly. “If it did, then it would be someone I knew and it would be most probably you.” He punctuates this with a sharp jab to Niou’s side before sidling closer to the wall and away from Niou.
Niou grunts at the prod to his side - Yagyuu really is heartless - and flops after him to squash Yagyuu more against the wall. A truly bad decision, as Niou prods him back in the side, significantly lighter than the one he got.
“I continue to be so doubtful that you don’t have lady friends who would call you in the middle of the night,” Niou says. “Hiroshi~ I was waiting for your call,” he says, raising his voice up to a higher pitch and Niou grins down at Yagyuu.
Jerking away from Niou’s retaliation causes him to bump his hip against the wall. Yagyuu wordlessly winces and ignores the twinge of pain as he considers whether or not now would be a good time to just push Niou onto the floor. As seconds go by with him sandwiched between his friend and the wall, the prospect of reclaiming his bed space begins to look more and more appealing.
“Please don’t do that again,” Yagyuu says, rolling his eyes in distaste. “If any girl calls me up with that sort of voice then I’d rather not get anything at all in the first place.
Niou laughs and prods Yagyuu again. “What about in my voice then? ‘Hiroshi~ I was waiting for your call’,” he says, and his grin becomes a little more mischievous.
“I mean, I could also do it in a lot of different voices too if you want. Maybe your own?” Niou’s voice slides into the slightly more cultivated tones of Yagyuu’s voice as easily as breathing. “Whatever would make you excited to answer that phone call at night.”
“Disgusting.” Yagyuu says as he shakes his head. “Only you would be excited to hear yourself in the middle of the night.” Although he wishes the bed had more space, it doesn’t stop him from trying to aim a kick towards Niou’s legs under the sheets.
Niou responds to the attempted kick by shifting to drape his weight over Yagyuu’s legs. “Of course I would be,” Niou says in mock surprise, as if he isn’t lying on top of Yagyuu and things are all normal. “Why do you think I trained you so well to imitate my voice?”
He pokes Yagyuu in the throat, very lightly. “Come on, humour me. I want to be excited.”
Yagyuu glares at Niou and attempts to escape by wriggling free. But as soon as he starts, he immediately stops, remembering the wall behind him. He mentally scolds himself for literally cornering himself.
Instead, he tries to slip a hand between them to pinch Niou with little success. “If you get off of me right now, I’ll get you as excited as you want.” he says evenly.
Yes, he’s definitely got the upper hand here and Niou gives himself a mental pat on the back for achieving it.
Niou frowns at the offer and pokes Yagyuu again, on the adam’s apple. “Or I could just threaten to stay on top of you until you excite me,” he says. “You’ll have to try something more convincing than that.
“Stop that,” Yagyuu hisses, unsuccessfully stretching his neck away from Niou. If only people weren’t asleep, he wouldn’t have any qualms on doing whatever he could just to get Niou off him.
An idea pops in his mind and he squints at Niou. Taking a moment, he figures that the distance between them is close enough that he could do it. It would hurt them both but he’d be free. “Niou-kun, this is your last chance,” he warns. “If you don’t get off of me, I’ll be forced to hurt you.” And me, Yagyuu thinks to himself.
… If that’s meant to get Niou to move, Yagyuu clearly suffers delusions late at night. Niou just tilts his head slightly to the side and shifts so he’s leaning more over Yagyuu. He’s curious now, in a morbid way. If it’s meant to hurt, he’s very certain it will but… he really does want to know what the idea is.
“Do your worst then, Hiroshi,” he says, grinning widely.
Yagyuu lets out a small sigh, wishing that Niou had just listened instead. But then again, it was his fault for wording it that way. Without a moment to spare, he squeezes his eyes shut and bashes his forehead against Niou’s.
For one wild moment, Niou wonders if Yagyuu’s about to kiss him. Which is quickly shattered when he sees stars and the pain suddenly kicks in and Niou rolls off Yagyuu to curl up in the free space on the bed, clutching his forehead.
“OW. FUCK.” He doesn’t really care that there are neighbours, that really fucking hurt. “Was that seriously necessary?!”
“Quiet, Niou-kun!” He whispers quickly. For all intents and purposes, Yagyuu would say his plan was a success, except he’s curled up beside Niou as well with his head throbbing in his hands. Suppressing a whimper, he blinks away the tears in the corner of his eyes.
He peers at Niou through the space between his fingers. “I told you didn’t I…”
Well at least it seems that Yagyuu’s in as much pain as he is, that’s one small bonus. Niou laughs a little and god, he’s going to have a headache now, good luck trying to get to sleep.
“You might need to kiss my head better,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again to stare at the dark room. There’s still stars in his vision. “I think I have a concussion from that.”
Yagyuu snorts in reply then winces. There’s going to be a sizeable bump in the morning, he thinks as he gingerly touches the painful spot on his forehead. If he brushes his bangs over them, hopefully it will cover it up and no one will notice the bump.
“You’re not a child, Niou-kun,” he says, blinking at the spots in his vision. Maybe laying down would help, and he could start claiming most of the bed space as well.
“What, only children can get concussions?” Niou says, rubbing at his head. He wonders if Yagyuu has ice in his fridge… probably not, just to spite him.
He doesn’t want to lie down just yet, so he sits up, shifting to sit up near the pillows. There’s less room and Niou unhappily nudges at Yagyuu’s side to get him to move over. “Shall I go first and kiss your head better for you?” he asks, brushing Yagyuu’s hair back from his forehead.
“No, thank you,” Yagyuu says as he gives Niou an unimpressed look before brushing his hand away. He gently pats down his bangs over his forehead to cover it.
Pausing for a moment, he purses his lips and looks at Niou. He grazes his fingers over his forehead, careful to not put any pressure in case he touched the spot he hit. “Are- are you alright?” he asks softly, feeling guilty for what he did.
Niou has to clench his fingers to stop himself from flicking Yagyuu in the forehead - he probably has just as big of a bump, he reminds himself. A thought that’s just reinforced by Yagyuu touching his forehead back and Niou frowns at him.
“Why? If I say I’m fine, are you going to pinch my leg or something to make sure I’m not?” he asks, laughing a bit. Still, the touches are nice and soft and he makes sure to stay very still in case Yagyuu pulls away. “On a rating of 1-10 of horrible things, I’d probably give that a 6.”
“Just a 6?” Yagyuu smirks. “Given your reaction, I’d have thought that would at least get an 8 for sure.” He brushes the stray strands of hair from Niou’s face and continues to feel for the swelling. Without his glasses and any light, he can’t do anything useful beyond checking for how bad the damage he caused is.
“Niou-kun, if you could, I’d appreciate it if you’d turn on the small reading lamp beside you,” he says, sitting back. “I can’t see how big the bump is and if you’d need to ice it.”
“It’s my masochistic streak,” Niou says flatly, closing his eyes at the continued touches. Definitely very nice. “But only with you. With anyone else, it would’ve been a 9.”
And yes, there is the doctor side of Yagyuu coming out, that even being a fancy law student now can’t quite quell. Niou does as he’s asked, squeezing his eyes shut against the light. “I don’t mind, you know. My hair covers it fine.” The benefits of his particular hair style. He does move his hand though, to push his hair out his face for Yagyuu’s proper inspection.
“Would you like me to do it harder next time?” Yagyuu muses as he moves closer to examine. Despite the impact earlier, it doesn’t look too terrible. Niou might need some ice in case but by morning, the bump should fade by then. With a satisfied nod of his head, he reaches behind Niou to switch off the lamp.
He taps Niou on the shoulder. “You can open your eyes now, I’ve turned off the light,” he says, scooting to his original side of the bed. “Maybe you should rest, Niou-kun, or if you’d like some ice, I could go down to the kitchens to get you some.”
“No, I might get a boner if you do it harder, and that’s weird,” he says instantly, biting his tongue to stop himself from continuing that sentence. It’s a joke, hopefully Yagyuu gets that.
It’s dark again and Niou rubs at his forehead lightly before he messes up his hair again. “No, I’m fine,” he says, petting Yagyuu on the head. “You kind of woke me up, I’m not tired anymore.”
Yagyuu gives him a weird look, merely raising an eyebrow in reply. Maybe the hit hadn’t just externally affected Niou’s head. Making a mental note to himself to check on him in the morning, he leans closer towards Niou.
“Well, if you’re sure…” he trails off with a light shrug. He lets the comfortable the feeling of the cool, dark room and Niou’s touches wash over him. Once in a while, it wasn’t such a bad thing.
Niou stretches out his legs with a sigh, shifting to get comfortable. “Yeah, go to sleep Hiroshi. You can make me a cup of tea in the morning as an apology.”
He continues slowly petting Yagyuu’s hair, staring at the little lines of light through the window curtain and matching his breathing to Yagyuu’s. Overall, a pretty good night.
What: Uh. Inappropriate nighttime shenanigans
When: AGGESSSS ago. Back in May hahahaha T_T
Where: Yagyuu's room in Mikiya
Rating: ...PG????
Yagyuu’s snippy messages had stopped a while ago, which Niou takes to mean his friend’s gone to bed and is incapable of checking and reading messages. And as he looks up at the window to Yagyuu’s room, the lights are off too. A perfect time for breaking in.
And really, it’s not that hard to climb up to the second floor, and he’s inspected Yagyuu’s window before. Niou braces himself against the jutting wall as he perches on the windowsill, his lockpicks making short work of the frankly rubbish lock on the window before he carefully slides it open and drops into the room.
He can see the lump of a sleeping Yagyuu on the bed and Niou toes off his shoes at the window, heading for the kitchenette. He can just make out shapes in the room and somehow, through sheer luck or skill, makes it there without tripping over anything or making too much noise. Which of course all stops as he turns on the kettle and rustles around to find a cup.
He rather fancied a cup of tea right now.
The water’s been heated to the right temperature, and a variety of syrups and liquors are lined up along the counter for easy access. Although he doesn’t have the same fancy machines as Marui, Yagyuu’s determined to make the same, if not similar enough, cup of Irish coffee his friend had served him a few months ago. After he’s poured in the steaming brew and mixed in a few shots of whiskey, he takes a deep breath of the coffee’s rich scent.
It smells just like his stash of smoky chai tea and Yagyuu frowns. He takes a sip and splutters. Then in the distance, he can hear a faint rustling along with the familiar hum of his kettle. He follows the sounds until it leads him to the housing’s kitchen.
Inside the dark room, he can make out the outline of a figure with something that looks like cat ears going about through the kitchen’s cupboards. He squints at it while quietly feeling for the light switch when his hand hits a pile of pans that wasn’t there before and the figure turns around so quickly that Yagyuu can feel the wind hit his cheek. The shadow’s white eyes widen before forming angry slits and he hears it growl right before it pounces on him.
And he wakes up. Cold sweat forms all over his body and the the scent of chai still lingers around the room. At first, he mentally scolds himself for leaving his tea open when a tiny voice reminds him that all he’s had throughout the day was decaf coffee. Then the minute ping of the kettle jolts him from his daze. Yagyuu scrambles up from his bed and barely makes out a shadowy figure standing by his kitchenette. Without a second thought, he grabs his pillow and throws it at the intruder as hard as he can.
Niou manages to find the tea bags, sugar and a spoon in the dark and he thinks he’s doing pretty well with putting it all together. At least until he hears Yagyuu suddenly move from the bed. And he isn’t expecting a pillow to be suddenly thrown at him and Niou splutters as it hits him squarely, dropping sadly to the floor after.
“Evening, Hiroshi,” he says cheerfully enough though, picking up the pillow and tossing it back towards Yagyuu. “Can I interest you in a cup of tea?” As if this is completely normal. “Milk, no sugar?”
“Niou-kun…?” Yagyuu says tentatively as he squints and stumbles out of bed to turn on the lights. It takes him a moment for his eyes to adjust, and lo and behold, in front of him is Niou with a cup of his precious tea in hand. His eyes widen as the beginnings of a migraine forms in his head. “What the hell, Niou-kun? It’s the middle of the night, why are you here? How did you get in?”
Niou hisses at the sudden flaring of light and he squints, carefully pouring water into his tea and getting it all together. He feels rather awake now, even though it’s some ungodly hour and rather chipper as well as Yagyuu just looks excessively grumpy at him.
“I really needed a cup of tea,” he says, lifting up his cup to show Yagyuu. “And my landlady fell asleep in her armchair again, and I would’ve woken her up with turning the kettle on.” So clearly, wandering to Yagyuu’s place and breaking in was the next best option. He happily ignores the last question in favour of carefully measuring out milk to finish off his tea.
Yagyuu continues to gape at him, only stopping when his legs shiver from a slight breeze. He turns to his open window, staring at it blankly before pointing a finger at Niou’s direction. He’s about to yell when he remembers what time it is. Instead, he opts to close the window before it gets any colder and falls back down on his bed, kneading his palms into his eyes.
He sits up and looks at Niou warily. “Was it really necessary for you to break into my room for a cup of tea, Niou-kun?” he asks. “Does your landlady’s health matter more than mine?”
Half-awake Yagyuu is always amusing and Niou doesn’t know what he doesn’t do this more often. Probably because it ends up with a grumpy Yagyuu as he wakes up more. Maybe.
Still, for the time being Niou moves over to Yagyuu’s desk chair and sits down with his cup of tea, sipping at it happily and enjoying the warm beverage. “Well, maybe I also just wanted to sneak into your bed tonight,” Niou says casually, lifting his cup vaguely in Yagyuu’s direction. “And snuggle up close and affectionately. I can’t really do that with my landlady.”
“Would you like a repeat of the last time we ‘snuggled’?” Yagyuu asks, raising an eyebrow. He runs a hand through his messy hair and reaches for the glasses on top of a stack of books by his bed. After putting on his glasses, everything is clearer and the small clock on the desk flashes the digits 2:20 at him. It’s still too early to deal with anything, much more Niou.
“I have bandaids on my nipples this time, so you can’t pinch them,” Niou says, staring at Yagyuu evenly with no sign of whether or not he’s joking. “They have little hello kittys on them.”
Niou wriggles a bit to get a bit more comfortable on the chair, and really, Yagyuu’s bed is looking pretty inviting to sit on. “You know, you should think about going with your messy hair more often,” he says, taking a happy sip of his tea - so nice. “It looks kind of hot.”
Eyeing Niou’s own slightly styled hair with disdain, Yagyuu turns away and tries to fix his own as neatly as he can with his fingers. Without a mirror to use, and the curtains of his windows down, there isn’t anything he can use to check his reflection with, so he stops and hopes for the best. Then he stares back at Niou.
“Whether or not you have bandaids over them is of no consequence,” he says, folding his arms. He doesn’t bother to glance at the other’s chest. “Those aren’t the only places I can reach and pinch at.” Yagyuu stifles a yawn with the back of his hand and glares at Niou. “You’re not really here just for tea, are you?”
What a terrifying threat. Although Niou’s also a little morbidly curious about where Yagyuu would pinch if the nipples aren’t an option. He grins a the accusation and sips casually at his tea, crossing his legs at the ankles and stretching them out in front of him.
“Well, I really did want a cup of tea,” Niou says. “But I also seriously thought about just sneaking under your covers and seeing what you’d do.” Clearly the tea had won out in the end though. “Maybe I just really missed your face and wanted to stare at it in the dark.”
Knowing Niou, that was probably it with no other agenda behind his midnight visit. If it were earlier, maybe he wouldn’t mind so much but as it stands, it’s nearing 3 AM. All Yagyuu wants to do is crawl under his covers and pretend that everything is a figment of his stressed out brain.
For a moment, he considers giving into Niou’s inane wishes just to get it over and done with it. But the thought just makes him panic and wake up even more. With a shake of his head, he clears his thoughts and gives the other an unimpressed look. “Please don’t,” he says as he pushes up his glasses. “That’s unsettling and if anyone saw you climb through the window, they’d have called the police on you by now.”
Niou has a suspicion that the only unsettling part is the suggestion of staring at Yagyuu’s face in the dark, which, is quite hilarious. He puts down his half finished cup on Yagyuu’s desk and pushes himself up out of the chair. “Oh well, I don’t hear any approaching police, so we’re good.”
He heads towards the cupboard. “I’m borrowing pyjamas from you, by the way,” Niou says. “I didn’t bring anything to sleep in. Thanks Hiroshi.”
Yagyuu stands up with a sigh and tugs Niou away from the cupboard. He makes his way to the closet and pulls out an extra set of pajamas that he barely uses. “Here,” he says, tossing them at Niou. “Do you need anything else? I don’t have any spare toiletries on hand for you so if you need any, we’ll have to go to the convenience store down by the road.”
Oh! Yagyuu is so helpful, getting it himself. Niou grins and catches the bundle of pyjamas, unfolding to inspect them. “No, I’m pretty good,” Niou says, already starting to pull off his sweater to get changed. “If I get a fuzzy mouth and need to brush my teeth, I can always use your toothbrush.”
He really isn’t bothered by that idea and he purposely drops his clothes in a messy pile on Yagyuu’s chair. “Maybe a hairbrush though, for the morning.”
It’s only through years of familiarity and proximity with Niou that stops his face scrunching up in disgust at the thought of his toothbrush going near anyone else’s mouth besides his own. Instead, Yagyuu pulls out a comb from a drawer and places it on top of his desk. Better he leaves it out than let other go through his things looking for it.
“Is there anything else that you might need?” he asks, turning around to pick up Niou’s clothes and hang them over the back of his chair.
Niou’s extremely helpful with Yagyuu’s cleaning up after him, draping his trousers over Yagyuu’s shoulders and tossing his shirt over his head. And it should be pretty obvious that Niou had been lying about the bandaids on his nipples, although… he’s kind of regretting that now.
“Just the warmth of your body in bed with me,” Niou says, pulling on the pyjamas. And then he goes back to finishing his tea, watching Yagyuu closely over the rim of the cup. “And I’d really appreciate some kind of lullaby to soothe me into sleep.”
Yagyuu shoots a glare towards Niou as he pulls off the pants from his shoulders and places them carefully over the rest of the other clothes.
“Don’t be a prat, Niou-kun,” he says, pushing his glasses up. He climbs back into his bed, making sure to take the side near the wall. “If you mess around, I’ll kick you out.”
“A prat?!” Niou says indignantly, fluffing up a bit. He drains the tea and puts it carefully on Yagyuu’s desk - to be cleaned up in the morning, probably. “How is needing a lullaby messing around? I’d give one to you if you wanted.”
Although he doubts that Yagyuu wants to hear his singing, which is more akin to cats screaming than anything else. Niou runs his tongue over his teeth consideringly before he shuffles over to the bed. “I want to sleep against the wall,” he says, waving Yagyuu closer. “Or else you might actually kick me off the bed in your sleep.”
“No,” says Yagyuu with a fold of his arms over his chest. “And if I do, then you probably deserved it.” With that, he scoots closer to the wall in case Niou decides to wedge himself in between them to nudge him towards the edge. Yagyuu eyes the empty cup on his desk and sighs internally, reminding himself to wash it as soon as he gets up later.
His gaze flickers over to the clock. at this rate, he’ll have less than five hours of sleep. Yagyuu takes off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Anyhow, neither of us should be singing at this time.”
Yagyuu is such a fun suck sometimes. Niou sighs loudly as he climbs into bed, pulling out his hair tie and leaving it on the bedside table. “I’m sure Banana-chan wouldn’t care if we woke her up with singing,” Niou says, quickly finger combing his hair down. “Maybe we could even bang on the wall to really make it exciting.”
And then he could deal with her grumpy faces at him next work shift. The idea makes him grin widely.
Niou pauses before he moves to flop on top of Yagyuu, wriggling to get kind of comfortable - it’d be much easier if Yagyuu actually slept in the middle of the bed.
He lets out a grunt and pushes Niou off him, stabbing the other man on the side with his finger. “Don’t make me twist your nipples, Niou-kun,” Yagyuu warns. “I saw earlier, there’s nothing to protect them.”
Yagyuu pulls the blanket over them and shifts around. He’s tired but with everything that’s happened, he’s too restless to fall asleep. Yagyuu sighs and settles on staring at his ceiling and grins. “An-chan wouldn’t be the only one you’ll wake up with that screeching you call singing.” Imagining everyone thinking a drunk had entered the dorms makes him snicker.
Niou flinches away at the prodding - Yagyuu is so mean - and he pulls away to his own side of the bed. “You should come up with a better method of punishment, Hiroshi,” Niou says, flopping down onto the pillow and looking at Yagyuu’s face in the dark. “Or else I might get used to it and it’ll start turning me on or something.”
He kicks Yagyuu under the covers for the comment about his singing. “Hey Hiroshi, are you actually bothered by sharing a bed with me, or is it just because I woke you up in the middle of the night?” Niou suddenly asks. And he’s very subtle (not) about how he’s sneaking closer and closer to snuggle up next to Yagyuu.
Instead of deeming the comment with a response, Yagyuu rolls his eyes and pinches Niou’s arm. It’s hard enough that he hopes it deters the his friend from kicking him again. But if it doesn’t, well, shoving him to the floor is easy to do.
Yagyuu turns his head to face Niou, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. “Sharing a bed with you isn’t something new,” he answers, remembering past sleepovers and training camps. “It really is rude of you to just break in. If you called, I would’ve let you in despite the time.”
Niou sidles just that bit closer and curls up next to Yagyuu. It’s maybe a bit stiflingly warm like this, but he’s stubborn and just burrows under the blankets more. “Except the risk is that you’ll just ignore your phone and pretend that you were sleeping,” Niou says, shifting to glance up at Yagyuu’s face. He can sort of see it in the minimal light.
He moves a hand to start sneakily tiptoeing it up underneath Yagyuu’s shirt and grins. “Besides, like I said, I just really wanted to snuggle in bed with you and stare at your face.”
“Please don’t,” Yagyuu says as he slaps away the intruding hand and uses his feet to move away the blanket at the bottom of the bed to let the cool air in.
He squints at Niou and raises an eyebrow. “When have I ever ignored your calls?” he asks. He’s hung up on Niou before but that was only after he found out who was on the other end of the line.
Niou presses his hand stubbornly against Yagyuu’s stomach, under the shirt, but at least he stops moving it. He likes feeling the rise and fall with Yagyuu’s breathing and matching his own to it.
The true answer to Yagyuu’s question is indeed never. But Niou helpfully ignores that as he props himself up to keep talking. “Do you answer everyone’s phonecalls in the middle of the night, Hiroshi? Or am I just special?” he asks. “Should I use a fake number next time to test this out?”
Niou’s hand is cold to the touch, making the skin beneath his palm shiver slightly. Yagyuu is itching to pull it off but knowing Niou, he ignores it instead and continues to breathe evenly.
“No one else is rude enough to call at this time, unless it was an emergency.” He says. “And besides, if an unknown called, don’t you think that I wouldn’t answer it instead?”
“So what, you’d ignore it, and miss a potential emergency? Heartless,” Niou says, wriggling his fingers lightly against Yagyuu’s stomach. He thinks he can hear a noise when they hit and he laughs a bit.
“What if it’s a nice lady on the other end? Who says she’s waiting for your phone call? You’d risk not answering that?” He asks, feigning surprise.
Yagyuu frowns at sound of Niou’s taps against his stomach. It’s impossible to tell in the dark, but he can feel the tips of his ears get warmer.
“That wouldn’t happen.” He says firmly. “If it did, then it would be someone I knew and it would be most probably you.” He punctuates this with a sharp jab to Niou’s side before sidling closer to the wall and away from Niou.
Niou grunts at the prod to his side - Yagyuu really is heartless - and flops after him to squash Yagyuu more against the wall. A truly bad decision, as Niou prods him back in the side, significantly lighter than the one he got.
“I continue to be so doubtful that you don’t have lady friends who would call you in the middle of the night,” Niou says. “Hiroshi~ I was waiting for your call,” he says, raising his voice up to a higher pitch and Niou grins down at Yagyuu.
Jerking away from Niou’s retaliation causes him to bump his hip against the wall. Yagyuu wordlessly winces and ignores the twinge of pain as he considers whether or not now would be a good time to just push Niou onto the floor. As seconds go by with him sandwiched between his friend and the wall, the prospect of reclaiming his bed space begins to look more and more appealing.
“Please don’t do that again,” Yagyuu says, rolling his eyes in distaste. “If any girl calls me up with that sort of voice then I’d rather not get anything at all in the first place.
Niou laughs and prods Yagyuu again. “What about in my voice then? ‘Hiroshi~ I was waiting for your call’,” he says, and his grin becomes a little more mischievous.
“I mean, I could also do it in a lot of different voices too if you want. Maybe your own?” Niou’s voice slides into the slightly more cultivated tones of Yagyuu’s voice as easily as breathing. “Whatever would make you excited to answer that phone call at night.”
“Disgusting.” Yagyuu says as he shakes his head. “Only you would be excited to hear yourself in the middle of the night.” Although he wishes the bed had more space, it doesn’t stop him from trying to aim a kick towards Niou’s legs under the sheets.
Niou responds to the attempted kick by shifting to drape his weight over Yagyuu’s legs. “Of course I would be,” Niou says in mock surprise, as if he isn’t lying on top of Yagyuu and things are all normal. “Why do you think I trained you so well to imitate my voice?”
He pokes Yagyuu in the throat, very lightly. “Come on, humour me. I want to be excited.”
Yagyuu glares at Niou and attempts to escape by wriggling free. But as soon as he starts, he immediately stops, remembering the wall behind him. He mentally scolds himself for literally cornering himself.
Instead, he tries to slip a hand between them to pinch Niou with little success. “If you get off of me right now, I’ll get you as excited as you want.” he says evenly.
Yes, he’s definitely got the upper hand here and Niou gives himself a mental pat on the back for achieving it.
Niou frowns at the offer and pokes Yagyuu again, on the adam’s apple. “Or I could just threaten to stay on top of you until you excite me,” he says. “You’ll have to try something more convincing than that.
“Stop that,” Yagyuu hisses, unsuccessfully stretching his neck away from Niou. If only people weren’t asleep, he wouldn’t have any qualms on doing whatever he could just to get Niou off him.
An idea pops in his mind and he squints at Niou. Taking a moment, he figures that the distance between them is close enough that he could do it. It would hurt them both but he’d be free. “Niou-kun, this is your last chance,” he warns. “If you don’t get off of me, I’ll be forced to hurt you.” And me, Yagyuu thinks to himself.
… If that’s meant to get Niou to move, Yagyuu clearly suffers delusions late at night. Niou just tilts his head slightly to the side and shifts so he’s leaning more over Yagyuu. He’s curious now, in a morbid way. If it’s meant to hurt, he’s very certain it will but… he really does want to know what the idea is.
“Do your worst then, Hiroshi,” he says, grinning widely.
Yagyuu lets out a small sigh, wishing that Niou had just listened instead. But then again, it was his fault for wording it that way. Without a moment to spare, he squeezes his eyes shut and bashes his forehead against Niou’s.
For one wild moment, Niou wonders if Yagyuu’s about to kiss him. Which is quickly shattered when he sees stars and the pain suddenly kicks in and Niou rolls off Yagyuu to curl up in the free space on the bed, clutching his forehead.
“OW. FUCK.” He doesn’t really care that there are neighbours, that really fucking hurt. “Was that seriously necessary?!”
“Quiet, Niou-kun!” He whispers quickly. For all intents and purposes, Yagyuu would say his plan was a success, except he’s curled up beside Niou as well with his head throbbing in his hands. Suppressing a whimper, he blinks away the tears in the corner of his eyes.
He peers at Niou through the space between his fingers. “I told you didn’t I…”
Well at least it seems that Yagyuu’s in as much pain as he is, that’s one small bonus. Niou laughs a little and god, he’s going to have a headache now, good luck trying to get to sleep.
“You might need to kiss my head better,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again to stare at the dark room. There’s still stars in his vision. “I think I have a concussion from that.”
Yagyuu snorts in reply then winces. There’s going to be a sizeable bump in the morning, he thinks as he gingerly touches the painful spot on his forehead. If he brushes his bangs over them, hopefully it will cover it up and no one will notice the bump.
“You’re not a child, Niou-kun,” he says, blinking at the spots in his vision. Maybe laying down would help, and he could start claiming most of the bed space as well.
“What, only children can get concussions?” Niou says, rubbing at his head. He wonders if Yagyuu has ice in his fridge… probably not, just to spite him.
He doesn’t want to lie down just yet, so he sits up, shifting to sit up near the pillows. There’s less room and Niou unhappily nudges at Yagyuu’s side to get him to move over. “Shall I go first and kiss your head better for you?” he asks, brushing Yagyuu’s hair back from his forehead.
“No, thank you,” Yagyuu says as he gives Niou an unimpressed look before brushing his hand away. He gently pats down his bangs over his forehead to cover it.
Pausing for a moment, he purses his lips and looks at Niou. He grazes his fingers over his forehead, careful to not put any pressure in case he touched the spot he hit. “Are- are you alright?” he asks softly, feeling guilty for what he did.
Niou has to clench his fingers to stop himself from flicking Yagyuu in the forehead - he probably has just as big of a bump, he reminds himself. A thought that’s just reinforced by Yagyuu touching his forehead back and Niou frowns at him.
“Why? If I say I’m fine, are you going to pinch my leg or something to make sure I’m not?” he asks, laughing a bit. Still, the touches are nice and soft and he makes sure to stay very still in case Yagyuu pulls away. “On a rating of 1-10 of horrible things, I’d probably give that a 6.”
“Just a 6?” Yagyuu smirks. “Given your reaction, I’d have thought that would at least get an 8 for sure.” He brushes the stray strands of hair from Niou’s face and continues to feel for the swelling. Without his glasses and any light, he can’t do anything useful beyond checking for how bad the damage he caused is.
“Niou-kun, if you could, I’d appreciate it if you’d turn on the small reading lamp beside you,” he says, sitting back. “I can’t see how big the bump is and if you’d need to ice it.”
“It’s my masochistic streak,” Niou says flatly, closing his eyes at the continued touches. Definitely very nice. “But only with you. With anyone else, it would’ve been a 9.”
And yes, there is the doctor side of Yagyuu coming out, that even being a fancy law student now can’t quite quell. Niou does as he’s asked, squeezing his eyes shut against the light. “I don’t mind, you know. My hair covers it fine.” The benefits of his particular hair style. He does move his hand though, to push his hair out his face for Yagyuu’s proper inspection.
“Would you like me to do it harder next time?” Yagyuu muses as he moves closer to examine. Despite the impact earlier, it doesn’t look too terrible. Niou might need some ice in case but by morning, the bump should fade by then. With a satisfied nod of his head, he reaches behind Niou to switch off the lamp.
He taps Niou on the shoulder. “You can open your eyes now, I’ve turned off the light,” he says, scooting to his original side of the bed. “Maybe you should rest, Niou-kun, or if you’d like some ice, I could go down to the kitchens to get you some.”
“No, I might get a boner if you do it harder, and that’s weird,” he says instantly, biting his tongue to stop himself from continuing that sentence. It’s a joke, hopefully Yagyuu gets that.
It’s dark again and Niou rubs at his forehead lightly before he messes up his hair again. “No, I’m fine,” he says, petting Yagyuu on the head. “You kind of woke me up, I’m not tired anymore.”
Yagyuu gives him a weird look, merely raising an eyebrow in reply. Maybe the hit hadn’t just externally affected Niou’s head. Making a mental note to himself to check on him in the morning, he leans closer towards Niou.
“Well, if you’re sure…” he trails off with a light shrug. He lets the comfortable the feeling of the cool, dark room and Niou’s touches wash over him. Once in a while, it wasn’t such a bad thing.
Niou stretches out his legs with a sigh, shifting to get comfortable. “Yeah, go to sleep Hiroshi. You can make me a cup of tea in the morning as an apology.”
He continues slowly petting Yagyuu’s hair, staring at the little lines of light through the window curtain and matching his breathing to Yagyuu’s. Overall, a pretty good night.
