There was a startled noise, as quiet as he could manage, at the feel of Hakuba pulling him closer. He hadn’t been expecting this at all and his eyes were wide and staring in the dark. At least it was done in the blonde’s sleep, so the chance of it being done on purpose was slim to none. Not that it would be a problem had it actually been done on purpose, but it seemed less embarrassing for it to be simply done in his sleep.
He’d finally come to terms with the action, accepting that he needed the warmth and that it would be rude to pull away, and started to relax some. A soft sigh left him and his eyes closed just a moment before Hakuba nuzzled his shoulder and he stiffened again at the action. At the shiver, though, he relaxed just enough to try and hold him a little closer.
He was torn between being embarrassed at their proximity (and the nice nuzzling) and worried because Hakuba was still cold. He doubted, at this rate, he’d get much sleep tonight.
Despite the plight of the hapless native detective, Hakuba managed to get fairly comfortable, sleeping through the rest of the night with relative ease. When he woke, he felt stiff and sore from his running around the previous evening, but oddly at ease. It was comfortable to wake up next to someone; this was something that he knew well.
Of course… as those thoughts lingered, he realized that he hadn’t bedded anyone in the course of the evening, and in fact, should be quite alone in the Kudou house. At least, that’s what he’d assumed – Kudou would find him in his bed and elect to sleep wherever else was appropriate. So who, then, did he have his arms wrapped around?
Hakuba slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the soft morning light, which was crowded still in the lull of the storm. Lifting his head, he saw the face of his idol, his colleague, and- dare he be so presumptuous -his friend. Still fully clothed, thank god, and also, apparently, asleep. He could only imagine the other’s mortification at having been clung to by a naked associate, who shouldn’t have been in his bed in the first place, and couldn’t help but grimace. What a faux pas for him to have made!
Carefully, the blond began to extract himself. Although nothing would have made him happier than to stay right there in the warmth with someone he admired, listening to the gentle rain on the rooftop, he knew that it was grossly inappropriate… and that the feeling probably wasn’t reciprocated. He’d have to be careful if he were to escape and get dressed without being noticed, but if there was one thing he was very good at, it was creeping out of bed without waking anyone up.
Though, he usually didn’t have to stop to cough, which he did then, sitting at the side of the bed, hand over his mouth. Ugh… no… the chill had left a rattle in his lungs. Blushing, Hakuba glanced back over his shoulder to see if Shinichi had managed to stay asleep, fingers crossed on the hand that braced him against the bed.