( there is someone unbearably warm beside him, and natsume turns his face and squints at the light coming from the window in the ceiling (ugh, is it that late already?)—it takes him a moment to realize what it is, who it is, and it gives him a small start, shifting back automatically.
his shoulder presses against the wall, and then it's his back on the wall as he turns around fully. subaru should know better—subaru does know better.
natsume rubs the sleep out of his eyes, still feeling unbearably tired and more than a little nauseous, and reaches over to shake subaru's shoulder. )
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his shoulder presses against the wall, and then it's his back on the wall as he turns around fully. subaru should know better—subaru does know better.
natsume rubs the sleep out of his eyes, still feeling unbearably tired and more than a little nauseous, and reaches over to shake subaru's shoulder. )
...Baru-kun?