“Hey, Flayon.”

“Yes, Hakka~?”

“Why are you under my blanket?”

The exorcist and the mech pilot had made plans much earlier in the week to finally have a sleepover. The two were quite close, but due to an influx of work, they’ve had less and less time to hang out with each other. Flayon came up with the idea of a sleepover, and Hakka readily agreed. While it was nice to be in the guild hall with the rest of the boys, but the purple-haired boy couldn’t deny that the quieter moments with the redhead were sorely missed.

It had started out pretty damn normal, too. At 10:00 PM on the dot, Flayon showed up with a few bags of assorted snacks and drinks. They had a damn good time playing games, watching videos, and really doing anything that came to mind as the moon crept higher and higher in the sky. Eventually, it was far past midnight, and Hakka had slid into bed while Flayon took position on a pallet of blankets on the floor.

The room was bathed in silence for about ten minutes, and then Hakka felt his mattress shift as a foreign mass settled on it. Seconds later, the rustling of blankets ensued, and he suddenly felt a warm breath against his arm as Flayon nestles against him.

The exorcist’s mind went blank for just a moment, and that leads us to the present.

“It’s cold on the floor!” Flayon groans, wrapping his arms around Hakka’s as he peeks out from the darkness of the blanket. Hakka can only see his eyes and his wild red hair, and even he can’t help but mentally remark that it looks damn cute. “And you’ve got a big bed…so…”

“A bed that I’m not used to sharing, mijo! Especially not with you.” Hakka tries to free his arm but Flay is clinging to it like an iron vice.

“What’s wrong with me, huh? Am I not a good bed buddy? You haven’t even given me a chance! I’m very cuddlable, you know~?” Flayon lets Hakka go for only a moment, before forcibly turning the bird over and wrapping his arms around his waist, rubbing his nose against the exorcist’s chest as he disappears under the blankets. “Come on, come on! Don’t be scared – I don’t bite…unless—”

“Alright, for fuck’s sake! Just…just don’t be weird, okay?” A flush comes to Hakka’s face, and it only increases when he feels Flayon nuzzling his bare chest.

“Just pretend like I’m not here~!”

“That is NOT possible.”