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Dec. 1st, 2007 12:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaYuuta flopped back onto his bed, letting out a dramatic sigh. That had been a narrow escape.
Turning on his side and checking the clock Yuuta winced. He was going to have to get up for tennis practice much sooner than he liked. Sliding under the covers Yuuta flipped the lamp on his bedside table off.
Staring up at the bland ceiling Yuuta let out another long sigh and closed his eyes. Kaneda was still being stubborn. Yuuta did not understand why Kaneda was so resilient to the idea of telling Akazawa about how he felt.
Or, Yuuta could understand a little.
Turning onto his right side Yuuta placed his hand on the wall. Two rooms down, Mizuki was probably deep asleep by now, his eyes covered by the cute purple eyemask Yuuta had given Mizuki for his birthday. Mizuki had a window in his room, like everyone else, and he complained that it let in too much light, despite the heavy curtains he had up.
Yuuta wondered what Mizuki wore to bed. Yuuta had an idea, back in his first year Yuuta had thought Mizuki wore what every other teenage boy wore to bed. Pajama pants, if he had them, maybe a shirt. Or boxers. Yuuta had continued to believe this for a while.
Just last month there had been a fire, and the dorm had to be emptied while it was dealt with. Mizuki had stood wrapped in a bathrobe, shivering in the cold. When they had been walking back to their rooms Yuuta had caught a glimpse, just a small one, of a skimpy yellow negligee hidden under Mizuki’s brown fleece robe.
Sliding his hands under the covers Yuuta wondered if Mizuki was wearing that negligee now.
Staring up at the bland ceiling Yuuta let out another long sigh and closed his eyes. Kaneda was still being stubborn. Yuuta did not understand why Kaneda was so resilient to the idea of telling Akazawa about how he felt.
Or, Yuuta could understand a little.
Turning onto his right side Yuuta placed his hand on the wall. Two rooms down, Mizuki was probably deep asleep by now, his eyes covered by the cute purple eyemask Yuuta had given Mizuki for his birthday. Mizuki had a window in his room, like everyone else, and he complained that it let in too much light, despite the heavy curtains he had up.
Yuuta wondered what Mizuki wore to bed. Yuuta had an idea, back in his first year Yuuta had thought Mizuki wore what every other teenage boy wore to bed. Pajama pants, if he had them, maybe a shirt. Or boxers. Yuuta had continued to believe this for a while.
Just last month there had been a fire, and the dorm had to be emptied while it was dealt with. Mizuki had stood wrapped in a bathrobe, shivering in the cold. When they had been walking back to their rooms Yuuta had caught a glimpse, just a small one, of a skimpy yellow negligee hidden under Mizuki’s brown fleece robe.
Sliding his hands under the covers Yuuta wondered if Mizuki was wearing that negligee now.
