“This is stupid. Why am I in the middle?” you muttered, arms crossed, blanket kicked down to your knees.

“You’re the shortest,” Itachi said plainly, not even looking at you as he adjusted the pillow behind his head.

Sasuke scoffed on your other side. “And the loudest.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it gave you a headache. “Says the man who literally tried to fight a hawk today.”

“It disrespected me.”

Itachi sighed. “Both of you. Shut up.”

“Tell him to shut up,” you grumbled, turning toward Itachi. Bad move — now you were nose to chest. Shirtless chest. Cool. Fantastic.

“Turn the other way if it bothers you,” Itachi said with zero sympathy.

So you did. Right into Sasuke’s equally shirtless back.

“…Okay,” you gritted, shifting. “New complaint. Why are both of you shirtless?”

“It’s hot,” they said at the same time.

You blinked at the ceiling. “I hate both of you.”

Time passed. At some point, the room got quiet, the kind of quiet that only comes after exhausting training and too much pride.

And somehow, as you finally started drifting off…

A hand slid around your waist from behind. Sasuke.

And then another, much slower, rested on your stomach. Itachi.

Your eyes snapped open.

“…Seriously?” you whispered.

Neither of them answered.