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FIRST TRICK OR TREAT OF THE YEARRRRRRRRRRR!

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Treat

Seijuurou was not too proud to admit that he got scared sometimes. Having grown up with Momo and Isuzu, he was difficult to startle, and having been the captain of an elite swimming team with Matsuoka Rin as one of its top athletes, he was difficult to intimidate. But still, when there came a rustle and a creak, the near-silent tap of footsteps picking their way across the floor, none of that meant that Seijuurou was not huddled under his blanket, eyes open as wide as they could go, fists clenched in the sheets in terror.

“Mikoshiba.”

It was not dignity that kept Seijuurou from squeaking in terror, nor was it any sort of common sense. It was fear alone, his fight-or-flight instincts completely abandoning him as he froze in place. Then the more rational centers of his brain processed the whisper, recognized who it had come from, and told his body to relax.

“Yamazaki?” he breathed. Squinting in the dark was enough to show that, sure enough, that was Sousuke peering over the rail of the bunk bed that Seijuurou had so lovingly kicked his little brother out of for the night. “Fuck, you scared me,” Seijuurou laughed.

“Move over,” Sousuke said. His voice was quiet, but it held no room for argument.

“What?”

“Move. Over.”

Seijuurou said nothing more, simply shuffled backwards until he was against the wall. Sousuke clambered up the ladder, wedging himself in the tight space left over. He pawed at Seijuurou’s hip until he could get a grip on the blanket and draw it over himself.

“Not that I’m not pleased to have company,” Seijuurou drawled, almost forgetting to keep his voice down, “but what are you doing?”

“What does it look like, Mikoshiba? I’m cuddling with you.”

“Okay. Why.”

Sousuke huffed, rolling his eyes. He threw an arm across Seijuurou’s waist and shuffled them both until they were in a more comfortable position, pressed entirely up against one another. Seijuurou’s head fit rather nicely in the crook of Sousuke’s good shoulder, if he did say so himself.

“That stupid story Hazuki told,” Sousuke muttered. Seijuurou blanked for a moment, trying to figure out what the everloving fuck Souske was talking about.

“You’re cuddling with me… because of a ghost story?”

“Oh, don’t act like you aren’t scared shitless, too,” Sousuke muttered.

“Point taken.”

“Will you two shut up?” hissed a voice from the lower bunk, followed by a kick to the mattress. Seijuurou rolled his eyes, tugging Sousuke closer to cut off any retort he might have thrown in Rin’s direction.

“We’ll get him back tomorrow,” Seijuurou promised as quietly as he could. “For now, stay here. Safety in numbers. And height. Or whatever.”

“Or whatever,” Sousuke agreed. Another kick had Seijuurou chuckling, and then they both fell silent.

“The palm of his hand was hot...”

Miyuki continues on his baseball friend-making journey.