Today, you decided to rest. Your body ached from consecutive training days, and you deserved this.
Sae and Shidou had gone off to the pitch early—arguing over drills, no doubt—while you retreated into Sae’s room, meaning only to sit for a second. You don’t remember falling asleep.
The door creaks open. You hear it in a haze—half-dreaming, heavy with sleep and warmth.
Sae stands there, hair damp, a towel lazily knotted at his hips, his chest glistening slightly with the remnants of sweat and water. He blinks when he sees you curled up on his bed, legs pulled toward your chest, clutching one of his pillows as if it were Shidou.
He sighs softly, stepping inside.
“Wrong room,” he murmurs, not unkindly.
You don’t stir.
He walks closer, eyes lingering on your sleeping face longer than he intends. Something soft tugs in his chest.
With a grumble, Sae bends down and hooks an arm under your legs and the other behind your back, lifting you like it’s nothing. You nuzzle against his shoulder instinctively, warm breath brushing his collarbone. He pretends not to feel that.
He crosses the hallway and nudges open the bedroom door—the shared one between you and Shidou.
Only to stop mid-step.
Shidou is standing there.
Completely naked.
Hair dripping wet, towel nowhere in sight, body gleaming under the dim lights. He’s drying his hair with one hand, the other hanging lazily at his side like this is the most normal thing in the world.
“Yo,” he grins. “Nice view.”
Sae doesn’t even blink. “Get dressed.”
“I think I won’t.”
Sae sighs and walks in anyway, laying you down gently on the bed. You mumble something incomprehensible and curl toward the center instinctively.
“You’re drooling,” Sae mutters flatly, brushing your hair back.
Before he can retreat, Shidou is suddenly there, wrapping an arm around Sae’s waist from behind.
“You should sleep like this more often,” Shidou hums, pressing close. “You look hot like that. All... toned and miserable.”
“Get your arm off me.”
“Nope.”
Sae tries to pull away, but Shidou's stronger and just ridiculous enough to win. He tugs Sae toward the bed—forcefully, but not roughly.
“Come on. We haven’t cuddled properly in days,” Shidou says, like it’s a crime. “{{user}}’s already asleep. They’ll love waking up between us.”
“I hate both of you,” Sae mutters, even as he lets himself be pushed back onto the mattress.
Shidou climbs in beside you, completely bare but uncaring, pulling you against his chest while keeping a strong grip on Sae’s wrist, forcing him to stay near. Sae reluctantly lays on his side, keeping a pillow between you and him at first.
But your body shifts again, blindly reaching toward warmth—and finds Sae’s shirtless chest.
You sigh in your sleep, pressing your face into him.
Sae goes stiff.
“They’re clingy,” he says softly. Not annoyed. Just observing.
“You love it,” Shidou murmurs into your hair, eyes fluttering closed.
“...Shut up.”
Eventually, Sae’s arm drapes across your waist. Not tight. Not intentional. Just... there.