Ship/Character: Abe/Mihashi Fandom: Oofuri Major Tags: None Other Tags: sleepy cuddling, pining, mention of anxiety because it's mihashi Word Count: 480 Remix Permission: Go for it! i saw 'oofuri' and 'spooning' and came running. i hope you enjoy! i apologize for any mistakes, i admit i was rushing a bit to get this in by the deadline. i'm also a little not sober. uh. sorry
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Mihashi woke in the night during the first training camp of their second year with a warmth at his back and a heavy weight over his side.
It wasn't an alarming sort of weight—more of a comfortable pressure across his chest. He blinked into the darkness around him, trying to make out the features of the room. Across the room was the faint glow of someone's phone charger. Through the curtains, he could also see the dull glow of the porch light. He lifted his head a little bit to get a better view of the room, and—
Oh. Abe was sleeping on top of him.
This had never happened before—not at camp, not at sleep overs, not ever. Mihashi glanced wildly at Abe's futon next to his, just to confirm that it really was empty, and then peered back at Abe on his chest. Abe's arm was slung up around Mihashi's front almost protectively, while Abe's shoulder rested against Mihashi's side. Also, Abe wasn't wearing a shirt. Mihashi let his head drop back down to his pillow, swallowed, and tried to hold onto the warm, safe feeling he'd woken up with and not the panic beginning to bubble up low in his chest.
It was just Abe, after all. Just Abe.
Just Abe.
But then, it had always been "just Abe", hadn't it? And Mihashi went and fell for him anyway.
Mihashi takes a couple deep breaths and tries not to focus on the part of his shirt that's risen up underneath Abe, or the way Abe's bare skin feels against the exposed skin of his arms. It's a bit of a losing battle. Now that he's aware of what's going on, not thinking about Abe is almost impossible.
He looked down at Abe's face again. In the dim light of the shared room, he could see the way Abe's brow smoothed in his sleep, how relaxed he looked. Mihashi had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the soft hair had fallen into his face, to reach out and feel the soft curve of his jaw. He had no idea what he'd say, if Abe woke to find him doing that. Maybe he wouldn't say anything at all. Actions were always more successful communicators than words, when it came to the two of them.
Instead, Mihashi shifts onto his side, letting Abe's arm slide into place around his midsection. Abe shifted in his sleep and slid closer to Mihashi's back. Soon he was pressed in close, a comforting heat surrounding Mihashi like an embrace. I'm here, the touch said. I'm here to stay.
He let himself drift back asleep like this, spooning into Abe's chest. If Abe awoke before him in the morning, they'd both probably be embarrassed, but for this moment, it was worth it. He wouldn't trade this for anything.
FILL: Team ReelFriendShip, G
Fandom: Oofuri
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: sleepy cuddling, pining, mention of anxiety because it's mihashi
Word Count: 480
Remix Permission: Go for it!
i saw 'oofuri' and 'spooning' and came running. i hope you enjoy! i apologize for any mistakes, i admit i was rushing a bit to get this in by the deadline. i'm also a little not sober. uh. sorry
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Mihashi woke in the night during the first training camp of their second year with a warmth at his back and a heavy weight over his side.
It wasn't an alarming sort of weight—more of a comfortable pressure across his chest. He blinked into the darkness around him, trying to make out the features of the room. Across the room was the faint glow of someone's phone charger. Through the curtains, he could also see the dull glow of the porch light. He lifted his head a little bit to get a better view of the room, and—
Oh. Abe was sleeping on top of him.
This had never happened before—not at camp, not at sleep overs, not ever. Mihashi glanced wildly at Abe's futon next to his, just to confirm that it really was empty, and then peered back at Abe on his chest. Abe's arm was slung up around Mihashi's front almost protectively, while Abe's shoulder rested against Mihashi's side. Also, Abe wasn't wearing a shirt. Mihashi let his head drop back down to his pillow, swallowed, and tried to hold onto the warm, safe feeling he'd woken up with and not the panic beginning to bubble up low in his chest.
It was just Abe, after all. Just Abe.
Just Abe.
But then, it had always been "just Abe", hadn't it? And Mihashi went and fell for him anyway.
Mihashi takes a couple deep breaths and tries not to focus on the part of his shirt that's risen up underneath Abe, or the way Abe's bare skin feels against the exposed skin of his arms. It's a bit of a losing battle. Now that he's aware of what's going on, not thinking about Abe is almost impossible.
He looked down at Abe's face again. In the dim light of the shared room, he could see the way Abe's brow smoothed in his sleep, how relaxed he looked. Mihashi had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the soft hair had fallen into his face, to reach out and feel the soft curve of his jaw. He had no idea what he'd say, if Abe woke to find him doing that. Maybe he wouldn't say anything at all. Actions were always more successful communicators than words, when it came to the two of them.
Instead, Mihashi shifts onto his side, letting Abe's arm slide into place around his midsection. Abe shifted in his sleep and slid closer to Mihashi's back. Soon he was pressed in close, a comforting heat surrounding Mihashi like an embrace. I'm here, the touch said. I'm here to stay.
He let himself drift back asleep like this, spooning into Abe's chest. If Abe awoke before him in the morning, they'd both probably be embarrassed, but for this moment, it was worth it. He wouldn't trade this for anything.