Aiba’s alarm goes off, and he jumps. He doesn’t get very far, though, with Jun draped over his chest. Rattled, Jun glares up at him.
“Trying to kill me,” he grunts, confused and sleepy.
Aiba smiles and lies back, running a hand through Jun’s hair. The beeping stops.
“Thanks, Sho.”
Sho mumbles incoherently in reply, tucking his face back into Aiba’s neck. Aiba turns his head to find Nino watching him over Ohno’s shoulder.
“What are you looking at?” Nino demands, but he’s too tired to properly hide his smile.
“Ohno didn’t wake up,” Aiba observes.
“He never does,” Nino sighs.
“How does he go to work?”
“I think his mom drags him out of bed.”
“Does not,” Ohno interrupts, eyes still closed.
Aiba and Nino snicker. Jun reaches a hand up and covers Aiba’s mouth.
“Shut up,” he groans. “Too early.”
“It’s not that early,” Aiba objects, craning his neck to escape Jun’s hand. “I set the alarm for ten.”
“Ten?” Sho repeats, sitting up suddenly. “Ten o’clock?”
“Aiba, you are a lazy pig,” Jun admonishes, still not moving from his spot.
“It’s my birthday,” Aiba says, pouting. “I’m allowed.”
“Your birthday’s over,” Nino reminds him. “Welcome back to the real world.”
“Well, I still haven’t gotten presents.”
“Are you kidding me?” Jun asks, incredulous. “What do you call last night?”
“Friday,” Aiba answers, smug.
Jun pinches Aiba’s side and Aiba yelps, reaching up to Sho for help and getting only an amused smile in return.
“We moved it to Wednesday, though,” Ohno points out, yawning. “Happy Birthday.”
“What about this Friday, then?” Aiba asks, concerned.
“Everyone will lavish you with attention as always,” Jun assures him.
Aiba squeezes Jun close, smiling with satisfaction as Sho abandons his search for his pants and crawls back under the covers with them. Aiba reaches for Ohno’s hand and is happy to find Nino’s joined with it.
“So, what are you guys getting me for Christmas, then?”
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“Trying to kill me,” he grunts, confused and sleepy.
Aiba smiles and lies back, running a hand through Jun’s hair. The beeping stops.
“Thanks, Sho.”
Sho mumbles incoherently in reply, tucking his face back into Aiba’s neck. Aiba turns his head to find Nino watching him over Ohno’s shoulder.
“What are you looking at?” Nino demands, but he’s too tired to properly hide his smile.
“Ohno didn’t wake up,” Aiba observes.
“He never does,” Nino sighs.
“How does he go to work?”
“I think his mom drags him out of bed.”
“Does not,” Ohno interrupts, eyes still closed.
Aiba and Nino snicker. Jun reaches a hand up and covers Aiba’s mouth.
“Shut up,” he groans. “Too early.”
“It’s not that early,” Aiba objects, craning his neck to escape Jun’s hand. “I set the alarm for ten.”
“Ten?” Sho repeats, sitting up suddenly. “Ten o’clock?”
“Aiba, you are a lazy pig,” Jun admonishes, still not moving from his spot.
“It’s my birthday,” Aiba says, pouting. “I’m allowed.”
“Your birthday’s over,” Nino reminds him. “Welcome back to the real world.”
“Well, I still haven’t gotten presents.”
“Are you kidding me?” Jun asks, incredulous. “What do you call last night?”
“Friday,” Aiba answers, smug.
Jun pinches Aiba’s side and Aiba yelps, reaching up to Sho for help and getting only an amused smile in return.
“We moved it to Wednesday, though,” Ohno points out, yawning. “Happy Birthday.”
“What about this Friday, then?” Aiba asks, concerned.
“Everyone will lavish you with attention as always,” Jun assures him.
Aiba squeezes Jun close, smiling with satisfaction as Sho abandons his search for his pants and crawls back under the covers with them. Aiba reaches for Ohno’s hand and is happy to find Nino’s joined with it.
“So, what are you guys getting me for Christmas, then?”