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[Signs that Yamato really is bothered: he's not taking the ample opportunities provided to be a little shitstain...

Kashuu also just gives him a Pointed Look at his lame rebuttal, because really?? Is that really the hill he wants to die on? The "super prideful about kendo, kendo all the time, kendo forever" hill? (Kashuu knows the answer, stop, that's why he doesn't look surprised at all when he brings over his bokuto.)

As for the question-- Whoops. He actually does need it, though not so he can stay up scrolling through Instagram for 6 hours.]

Yeah, I need my alarm. Hang on--

[He'll get it himself, just popping over down the hall to snatch it up from his bedside table. Strangely, he finds himself glancing toward the shell he'd left there by his lamp before he returns back.]

--I'm sleeping on the side closer to the wall, too. I don't wanna get kicked onto the floor if you start rolling all over the place.

[LOOK... look... it's 3 a.m. cut him some slack.

But when Kashuu comes back, Yamato's already laying back down, one arm pillowing his head and the other absently tracing the tsuba of his bokuto. He pauses and looks over when Kashuu arrives, but he doesn't withdraw his hand.]

That's fine. [Aww, how thoughtful--] I don't want you this close to him anyway, you'd just knock him over.

["him" being the bokuto because yams is fucking weird forever and always. AND ALSO A PUNK who isn't even gonna move his legs, Kashuu's gonna have to crawl over him.]

[At least he's used to that kind of weirdness... He rolls his eyes just a little because HE CAN'T HELP IT DAMN swords aren't people?? No matter how much you love your bokuto, you can't date it, yams...

But then he's crawling over Yamato's legs, probably bumping them with his sharp pointy little kneecaps as he goes, and moving to nestle into the spot between him and the wall. It's kind of nice, honestly. He gets cold easily and being tucked away like this is comforting and warm.]

Gimme some blanket and pillow.

[GRABBY HANDS. At least between the two of them, he's not an actual blanket stealer...]

[Kashuu will regret thinking that when he gets jealous over an 8-year-old painting Yamato's nails, just admit it.

He grunts as Kashuu clambers over him, and maybe some other time, he'd throw in a light kick, just because. He doesn't do that, but he does grumble a little, even as he tosses one of the pillows over his shoulder. For a minute, he considers making Kashuu grab the blanket himself, since he doesn't quite want to pull his hand away from his bokuto; but Kashuu is going out of his way quite a bit for him, after all. So he sighs, but only quietly, and turns over, adjusting the blanket so that it's covering Kashuu as well. If he remembers correctly, Kashuu's feet get colder than his hands, so he does his best to toss it over him in a way that will cover them.]

Don't drool on my pillowcase, I just washed it. [Because saying "good night, Kiyomitsu, thank you for staying with me" is far too logical, and Yamato does have a little tsun in him.

(But he doesn't turn back over to grab the bokuto again. Instead, his fingers find their way to Kashuu's back--not quite latching onto his shirt, just resting there, drawn to the steady warmth of his presence. Yamato isn't always so tactile, but when he's in the mood, it's a constant thing.

He doesn't think about the fact that Kashuu's the only one he's ever done it to.

He doesn't think about anything at all, really. Because he'd been certain that sleep was a lost cause, but with Kashuu safely close by, the exhaustion from his earlier panic hits him in full force. He drifts off quickly.)

He doesn't dream again tonight.]

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