misa who can fall asleep anywhere, curled up in a corner in the locker room when he gets there way too early, half dressed in his gear or on the bus on roadtrips when he was saginawa, face pressed into cherny’s shoulder or whoever sat beside him because the second misa’s eyes closed, he was dead to the world.
as misa gets comfortable with the sharks and his position within the team, they find him in random places, fast asleep. toff once found him in the medical room, curled up on the stiff bed; reavo found him sitting in the corner of the bleachers of the practice rink, almost drowning in a sweater with 6 on the chest and quietly asleep; eky had found him, somehow, squeezed into a cubby in the locker room.
he falls asleep on the couch in the toffoli’s living room; on the floor in front of the couch, on the bench of the picnic table in the yard and once in the tub of his bathroom. toff and cat get used to seeing him falling asleep anywhere in the house.
when there’s get-togethers and everyone has moved outside to enjoy the fresh air, he’ll sit on the grass by sam’s chair—surrounded by the various children who try and backseat his games—and fool around on his phone until his eyes get heavy and when sam feels misa’s head become heavier on his thigh he looks down and one of the kids has crawled into misa’s lap, equally asleep as misa is, the others had left when misa had switched his phone off and sam can’t help but run a hand through misa’s hair.
the other sharks start making a point in leaving thick throw blankets on their couches when they host, knowing it only be a few hours until misa will stake a claim on the corner and fall asleep. they all think it’s cute, that misa feels safe enough around them to fall asleep but sam knows is because the nightmares and anxiety take hold of him when he does sleep which is why misa sometimes sneaks out of his house and into sam’s.
the first time it happened, he had scared the shit out of sam who had gone out with shev, zack and goody. the rest of his apartment was quiet and empty as he stumbled tiredly into the living room and down the hall to his room. he hadn’t noticed the lump in the middle of his bed until he sat on misa who only whined. sam thought his heart was gonna stop beating out of the pure fright.
after he told misa off about sneaking into sam’s bed that he should at least let sam know if he was going to be here. misa, with his bed head and his sleepy, dopey eyes, nodded and then said sleep? and sam nodded, stripping out of his clothes and slipping in beside misa.
now sam checks the living room, the laundry room because there’s a perfect little nook misa had found and made comfortable with a few blankets, and the bathroom becomes the tub’s comfortable and finally his room where misa is more likely to be truly knocked out, curled up on the right side of the bed and wearing one of sam’s shirts, his boxers barely visible from where sam is standing.
what am i going to do with you, sam thinks before he steps out, closing the door and heading to the kitchen. he might as well order in, knowing misa was going to be starving by the time he wakes up.
