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Y/N shifts in his bed, yawning as he sits up. He rubbed the burn from his eyes and slipped his glasses on, blearily blinking to adjust his vision.
The clock on his bedside table read '3:32 AM', an hour before the regular time he woke up. A dull pain vibrates in the back of his head, caused by the tears he shed the day before.
His mind fails to recall anything that happened, a thick fog clouding his memories. Sighing, he glances at the body holding his waist, still in his uniform, while Yuu drools on his torso.
Intense bedhead compelled his hair to ruffle. His face was peaceful, and he snored softly, occasionally mumbling something intelligible.
Inexplicably, Shimizu feels his heart skip a beat, rapidly thumping against his rib cage like a melody. He doesn't know how love or having a healthy crush works, but he can't be normal.
Shino had done nothing to make him flustered, but his serene expression made his heart twist and turn, as though he were witnessing a beautiful meteor shower for the first time.
Gently, Y/N moved a strand of hair away from Yuu's face to adore him better. Yuu's nose scrunched adorably before relaxing once more. Unable to crane his neck without damaging it, Shimizu kissed his hand and placed it on Yuu's forehead.
"...g-good morning, S-Shino."
Noya holds him closer as his eyes sleepily open. "...mornin' mimi..."
The shorter yawns and rubs the crust from his eyes. It takes him a moment, but he stares in shock when he notices the time. "Why are you awake so early? It's not even sunrise yet..."
Shimizu lays his head on Yuu's shoulder. "...I w-was going to go on a r-run but..." he sighs, removing his glasses and placing them back on the bedside table. "...I w-want to s-stay with y-you."
Shino's breath falters at his words, and Y/N can feel the burn on his face. The brunette laughs softly and rubs his back. "You're too sweet."
Y/N feels his body tremor, electricity running up and down his spine, as Noya traces the shape of a star. Noticing the frequent shivers, he asks, "Does it tickle?"
Feverishly, Shimizu nods.
Yuu delicately lifts Y/N's face to caress his cheek. Shimizu feels trapped in his honey-like gaze, encased in a never-ending shower of affection as Yuu's thumb trails the freckles on his face. "Have I ever told you how handsome these are?"
That word again.
Everything in Y/N's mind ruptures the longer he feels Noya's body heat against his, mixing in a way that makes his stomach furl. Was it because he called his face handsome?
Why did masculine-aligned compliments fluster him so much?
"..n-no."
Somehow, Yuu smiles softer and kisses his other cheek. "Well, your freckles are handsome, especially this mole," his thumb presses above and slightly strokes his top lip. "Your face is so uniquely handsome. Uniquely you."
