#sorta ugh

Adrien wasn’t quite sure where Nino had come by the concept that Adrien’s childhood was lacking, but seeing as Nino’s solution was an excess of pillow forts and ice cream, Adrien couldn’t complain.

However, the lack of complaint didn’t extend to being used as Nino’s personal body-pillow.

“Bro. Bro, you’re squishing me.”

“Nuh-uh,” Nino mumbled into his hair, mashing buttons on his 3DS above Adrien’s head.

“Uh-huh,” said Adrien into the pillow his face was being smushed into, “Squished, bro. So squished.”

It wasn’t a bad feeling, precisely, but more of a baffling one. Adrien would have thought that Nino was trying to give him cuddles in a Bro Code accepted way, except that one, Nino was one of the honestly cuddliest people he knew, and two, these weren’t much like cuddles at all—Nino was just straight-up using him as a mattress pad.

“You’re co-o-omfortable,” Nino yawned, and went right back to button-mashing.

Patently ridiculous. Adrien was barely more than skin and bones no matter how much he ate. “My metabolism says no.”

“Your metabolism’s lying,” said Adrien’s long and gangling friend, who was long and who gangled.

“Mmmrgh,” Adrien grumbled and subsided. It was kinda boring, but Nino’s long, gangling limbs were warm, and he didn’t have any better place to be, really.