it was a little stuffy in there this morning, the air was humid and the window was cracked.

summertime was a bitch sometimes.

the sheets were all rumpled and creased, half of the duvet cover folded over onto the ground. legs tangled with legs as the two idiots on either side of you slept.

satoru had an arm thrown over his eyes, lips parted as he slept with his leg thrown over yours. suguru had his back turned to the both of you, but he held your hand as your arm draped lazily over his middle.

despite the fact that being this close to both of these idiots did nothing to cool any of you down, none of you moved away from each other.