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A/N: this one's a double update so make sure to check the before this one.

ps: this one's for maddie, the only reason I had any motivation to write.

navii <33

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The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over Keith's face.

Blinking his eyes open, he squinted against the brightness and grimaced at the sight of the red haze. God, he forgot to shut the curtains again.

Last night had been a blur, and he could hardly blame himself for his oversight.

The season had been going well for his team; he'd hit a scoring streak with forty-two baskets and twenty-nine assists, not to mention being named MVP twice.

It felt surreal to have accomplished so much in just eleven matches.

His coach was proud. His mom was proud. His cousin was proud... and his teammates were proud, he hoped.

Kazuya did give him a hug after the last match and Brooklyn... Well, Brooklyn had kept his eyes pinned on him throughout the post-match party.

Every time Keith was cheered on to take a shot, Brooklyn wordlessly matched his pace, sitting across him.

The coach had advised them to steer clear of alcohol, but with their next match postponed for two weeks, the seniors had loosened the reins just a bit. It felt good to be part of something larger, to finally feel like he belonged.

The thrill of victory still buzzed through him, even as his body ached from the strain of the game.

He lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the warm sheets wrap around him like a cocoon. It felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, yet a different kind of weight pressed down on his arm.

Curious, he turned his head slightly, and his breath caught in his throat.

Brooklyn was nestled against him, his blonde hair spilling over Keith's arm like a golden waterfall.

His tanned back was pressed against Keith's side, and one of his hands lay casually draped around Keith's forearm, fingers curled around it.

Keith couldn't help but notice how cool Brooklyn felt, absorbing the warmth radiating from his body.

But Keith didn't mind.

No. He didn't have the capacity to think, let alone mind anything.

He felt frozen, an inexplicable mixture of shock and warmth coursing through him.

He ransacked his brain for anything—any indication as to how he had ended up in this intimate state, with Brooklyn of all people in his bed, wrapped under his sheets, nestled against his arm, and snoozing so peacefully.

He glanced toward the empty bunk across the room—no signs of Kazuya.

Then, the memories began to flood back.

It had been a little late when they had gotten back home and Kazuya had strolled down to take a shower, refusing to fall asleep without his body and skin care ritual.

Keith had simply shrugged off his shirt, climbed into bed still wearing his sweatpants, and succumbed to sleep almost instantly.

When had Brooklyn joined him? Was it after he had fallen asleep? Why? How?

With all these questions swirling in his mind, he should have felt alarmed or at least confused about Brooklyn sharing his space, but instead, he felt... great. Really, really great.

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