#sleep over

Fortnight (pt. 1-7)

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Both artists

Both hated by most humans

Both childlike

Both love nature!!

Warnings, Soft, Comfort

Summary, what’s better than a random sleep over at Seiko’s? The laughter of friends and sunshine boys who fall asleep on your lap.

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The house smelled faintly of grilled meat and sweet soy, the last traces of Seiko’s feast lingering in the air. Plates were stacked haphazardly on the counter and the group had migrated into the living room, now transformed into a den of sleepover clutter. Blankets and pillows spilled across the tatami, a few futons unrolled and half claimed.

Momo had already flopped down on her stomach, remote in hand, while Okarun crouched beside her, arguing animatedly over which movie they should put on. Aira had shown up halfway through dinner and was now sprawled across a pile of cushions like she owned the place, throwing in her loud opinions about how anything scary was a no go after the last alien mess.

Their voices overlapped, playful and loud. Seiko cackled from the kitchen, calling them all brats and telling them to keep it down.

Meanwhile, you and Jiji ended up off to the side, settled against a futon that was folded in half, one part leaned against the wall. Jiji had gone quiet again after dinner but not in the heavy way from before, more like he was content just watching everyone else bicker. His posture slouched with comfort, one hand lazily toying with the hem of the blanket you both sat on.

It felt different than the last few days. Lighter. Like maybe he’d finally let himself relax, even just a little.

And in that warmth, the laughter, the mess, the closeness, it was easy to forget all the heavy things waiting outside Seiko’s walls.

“Absolutely not!” Aira’s voice rose as she jabbed her finger at the TV like it had personally offended her. “No ghosts, no curses, no creepy little kids crawling out of wells. I just got my hair fixed after last time and I am not frying it off again screaming!”

“You’re exaggerating,” Okarun offered kindly, kneeling next to the stack of DVDs Seiko had pulled from who knows where. “Besides, horror movies are classic for sleepovers!”

“Classic for nightmares,” Momo countered, chin propped on her hands as she sprawled across the futon. “What about a comedy? Something we don’t have to think too hard about.”

“Comedy is boring.” Aira tossed a cushion in Momo’s direction, earning a laugh when it bounced off her head.

“Hey!”

You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, laughing softly as their voices overlapped. Jiji sat beside you, long legs stretched across the tatami, one knee bent so he could rest his arm lazily on it. He wasn’t jumping into the argument, just watching with that small, easy grin you hadn’t seen from him in a long time.

He tilted his head toward you, voice pitched low enough that it wouldn’t cut through the noise. “Feels like they could argue all night.”

You smiled, nodding. “Yeah. But…it’s nice, isn’t it?”

He hummed in agreement, eyes flicking back to the group just as Seiko bustled in, carrying a plate of cut fruit like an exasperated camp counselor. “Oi, brats. Settle it already or I’m picking something myself.”

That got everyone to groan in unison.

“Fine, fine!” Okarun raised both hands in surrender. “No horror. How about an action flick? Big explosions, dumb jokes, everyone wins.”

Momo wrinkled her nose but didn’t argue. Aira rolled her eyes but leaned back into her pillow pile.

“Explosions it is,” Seiko declared, plopping the plate down and heading back to the kitchen with a triumphant laugh.

As the opening credits rolled and the room slowly quieted under the flickering glow of the TV, you shifted just a little closer to Jiji, both of you sinking into the comfortable mess of blankets. His shoulder brushed yours and he didn’t move away.

The movie blared on the screen, explosions painting the room in bursts of orange and white. Okarun leaned forward, popcorn bowl in hand, practically vibrating with secondhand excitement.

“See, see? This part’s awesome-watch, watch!” he whispered loudly, nearly dropping a fistful of popcorn in his enthusiasm.

“We are watching,” Aira signed, though she was leaning in too, eyes locked on the fight sequence.

Momo, sprawled across three pillows, snorted when the hero delivered a cheesy one-liner. “This is so stupid…but kinda good.”

The chatter dipped into comfortable bursts, laughs at the ridiculous stunts, collective groans at over the top dialogue. Seiko even peeked in once, muttered something about “brainless movies,” then retreated with a chuckle when Momo shushed her.

You were smiling, soaking in the energy but your attention kept drifting beside you.

Jiji.

At first, you thought he was just quiet, caught up in the movie. But then you noticed the way his head dipped a little too long between explosions, only to jerk back up. His eyes, half-lidded, blinked slow as if fighting a losing battle.

And then-

Thump.

His head tipped onto your shoulder, heavy and warm, strands of his red hair brushing your cheek. You stiffened, just for a second but the sound of his breathing softened the moment. Slow. Even. Already halfway to sleep.

You glanced at the others, still distracted by the action scene. So you felt yourself and let him stay there.

That was until he shifted again, gravity pulling him further down. His head slid from your shoulder, nestling onto your lap instead, his entire frame curling slightly to the side like an oversized cat claiming a warm spot.

Your breath caught.

There he was, Jiji, normally all easy smiles and awkward laughs, looking completely unguarded. Vulnerable. Peaceful. The faintest crease in his brow eased as he settled against you, like he’d finally found a place to rest.

Your fingers twitched, tempted to brush his hair back from his face.

“Man, this guy’s unbeatable,” Okarun exclaimed over the booming sound of another explosion.

You smiled faintly but your attention didn’t leave Jiji. Somehow, the chaos on the screen and the bickering around you faded into background noise. All you could hear was the steady rhythm of his breathing, the quiet weight of trust in the way he’d slumped into you without hesitation.

And you didn’t dare move, not wanting to break the fragile warmth blooming in your chest.

Nat and Katie having a sleepover! I've said as much before, but in this au where Nat figured out she's a girl, and that Katie is straight, actually ended up making their friendship a lot stronger!

You know, now that one isn't constantly pining for the other. XP

Been a while since I drew Katie! Gotta do more stuff with her!

Hope you enjoy, and if you do, I take commissions and have a patreon! Details on the tumblr blog!