Wind Breaker shenanigans

There's a bundle of heat behind him, and he can just dimly make out Haruka's soft, snuffling breaths through the haze still clouding his mind. Still fast asleep like Akihiko wishes he was. He yawns into his pillow, rearranging sleep stiff limbs into a more comfortable position as he tries to drift back off. It's a rare day off and they don't have any plans, might as well make the most of it and stay in bed until they can't any longer.

Akihiko smiles softly to himself as images of a lazy day begin to populate his drowsy mind. Cleaning the apartment, running errands, all the other dreary little tasks that they were never warned would come with adulthood, all of that could wait; summer was over and autumn had started to creep in, and their bed was so, so warm and inviting….

He's almost passed back to dreamland when he notices it. At first he thinks he's imagining things, surely it's just the shifting of sheets and blankets with his movements, or weird little false signals from his half asleep brain, but then he feels it again — something firm digging into his back.

It doesn't hurt or anything, but he blinks back into wakefulness when it comes again; hesitant almost, like whatever it is is making every effort not to disturb him. Well, too late for that.

He yawns hugely and hears a quiet sigh from behind him; Haruka responding even in his sleep, too cute. However, there is a conspicuous lack of response from the other occupant of their bed.

Akihiko narrows his eyes at the wall.

"Hayato…." he doesn't raise his voice above a whisper, just in case.

Whatever had been pressing against his back suddenly withdraws, and Akihiko feels more than hears the drawn breath at realizing he's been caught.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" comes the whisper back.

Akihiko sighs, rolling over with a grunt of effort, "It's fine, I —"

He stops abruptly at the sight that greets him.

Being the earliest riser among the three meant that Hayato normally slept on the edge of the bed, an arrangement that they had all worked out in silent agreement. Neither Haruka nor Akihiko particularly cared to be crawled over or accidentally jabbed somewhere sensitive first thing in the morning so Hayato could get out to meditate in peace. They didn't even have to think about it anymore, it just sort of happened naturally, even if they started the night in different positions.

But they had been a little…..well. Enthusiastic the previous night, and there was always a first time for everything, and realistically it was only a matter of time until even the most well laid out routine went astray.

Still, even with all of that, Akihiko has to pinch his mouth to stop himself from laughing aloud.

Hayato is laid out on his back like normal, though he's got the blankets shoved down and one his elbows propped up like he's trying to push himself out of bed; that would explain what had woken Akihiko up. Their bed isn't overly large and they had never needed it to be with their usual sleeping arrangement, but this, really, it was too much.

Akihiko feels his shoulders start to shake, his stomach tight as he holds in his mirth.

Hayato should have been more than capable of getting out of bed on his own even with the two of them surrounding him, probably could have managed it with only some light jostling and grumbling as he extricated himself from the cradle of their bodies, but.

Haruka has slept on his side for as long as Akihiko has known him, and last night was no exception. This time though….

One of his arms is wrapped around the pillow that he and Hayato are currently sharing, hand curled loosely in the pale green slip. His other arm has somehow snaked its way up and under Hayato's sleep shirt, exposing his stomach and the thin, fine trail of reddish hair below his navel. Both of Haruka's legs are locked around one of Hayato's, and Akihiko watches as they squeeze tighter when Hayato attempts to move again, Haruka's eyebrows furrowing in his sleep.

Hayato drops his head back down onto the pillow, craning his neck toward Akihiko. His right eye is hidden by his hair but the left gives him a pleading look.

"Aki-kun. A little help?"

Akihiko could help him. Really, he should be a good boyfriend and free Hayato from this most terrible predicament he's found himself in. The pillow under his head is really, really soft though, plush and warm, and above Haruka's steady breathing he can hear a gentle rain start to patter against the window. A chill seeps in with the blankets half off, and before Akihiko can think better of it he reaches down to pull it back in place and settle it securely across all three of them.

He shuffles closer until he's pressed firmly against Hayato's side, throwing his own arm over Haruka's so as to help pin Hayato in place. Haruka's expression softens into something serene.

Akihiko presses his forehead to Hayato's, bumping their noses together affectionately.