Chuuya clung tightly to your taller body, his left leg over your waist as he jams his foot into Atsushi’s knee. His soft ginger hair tickled your chin as his face is buried in your neck, a small bit of drool dripping for his mouth onto your neck. One of his ungloved hands clutch tightly onto the light fabric of your pyjama shirt. The ginger male clings close to your body, obviously finding comfort in your warmth while he sleeps. He stirs slightly in his sleep, murmuring quietly.

“mm..”