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Gaku felt his mind slowly awake with an audible grumble, already pissed without even opening his eyes. He woke up before the morning announcement? That means he was missing perfectly reasonable sleeping hours!
He huffed, rolling over in bed. His limbs plopped against something warm and weighted, causing him to squeal in surprise!
It took a moment for his tired eyes to focus, realizing there was a mop of purple hair and a kind-of-gross amount of drool on the other pillow. Gaku completely forgot Ima was even here, despite their bodies being smushed together.
Last night, Ima knocked on Gaku's door well after dark. Gaku figured it was him - no one else in the academy was hitting him up for booty calls - but the energy was… Weird. Weirder than usual. And Ima didn’t even try to get into his pants!
Ima chastised him for the filthy state of his room, which Gaku didn't think was fair because it was way tidier than the last time Ima was over - most of the trash was now under the bed rather than being visible - and was happy to let Ima know how unfair he was being. Despite their bickering, Ima let himself in. Gaku was so distracted by their argument that he didn't even notice that Ima brought in his own pillow, was already wearing his pajamas, folded a change of clothes onto Gaku’s desk, then contently settled onto Gaku's bed.
Once Gaku realized what was happening, he tried to press Ima on what the hell he was doing. Ima never answered, instead just kept rage-baiting him in response and Gaku's dumbass fell for it everytime!! Even though he knew Ima was just fucking with him to avoid answering the question!!
He can only assume the little fucker was up to something. Nothing’s ever easy with Ima.
Gaku held on to his heart as its pace evened out from the shock, embarrassed that the pipsqueak was able to spook him. Luckily, his totally-manly sound didn't seem to wake Ima at all.
Staring at him, Gaku realized that… Ima looked… Chill. Peaceful, even. His eyebrows weren't scrunched into a glare and his eyes didn't dart around a room with distrust. Instead, Ima's mouth hung open, drool leaking onto the pillow below him. His normally flat and tidy hair sprawled out everywhere and tangled in spots.
Gaku couldn't help but let out an amused huff as he watched the self titled ‘Prince of the Underworld’ quietly snore and drool. Ima would be soooo pissed to know that Gaku was looking at him while he's so undone.
The upperclassman didn't even realize that Ima wasn't wearing makeup until just now. His eyelashes weren't as thick or orderly as they usually were.
Gaku was kind of pissed. How was he still… Good-looking? A few other words came to mind - endearing, cute - but Gaku would rather choke and die than call Ima such a thing… But it didn't stop the warmth in the dumbass orphan’s chest. He’s never seen Ima like this.
He hesitated, chewing on his lip a moment, before fucking going for it: Gaku's hand grazed Ima's head, gently petting the underclassman. Ima’s light snore peaked for a moment before he nuzzled into the pillow with a smile. Gaku was sure Ima was dreaming about getting pet by his sister; the fucking freak.
Gaku couldn't help but wonder who all has had a chance to see Ima so… Calm. His freaky sister is a given, sure, but did those ‘clients’ he always rave about get to see him like this?
Gaku selfishly hoped they didn't. He tried not to think too hard about the greedy urge he had to keep this sight to himself…. It just made it more special, he guesses.
He kept idly petting Ima’s head, kinda trying to get Ima’s hair in order. He didn’t feel like listening to Ima try to gaslight him for 20 minutes about seeing him look so unkempt. Gaku's fingertips brushed against Ima's forehead, herding his bangs to lay in the formation he liked. Don't ask Gaku how he remembers. Because he doesn't want to fuckin’ know.
Gaku was too focused on tidying his hair; not noticing the lidded, purple eyes were watching him.
“You can't stop your perversions, even when I'm asleep..?”
Gaku squawked, reeling his hand back at record speed and leaning away from Ima.
“I-I wasn't doing anything weird!!” Gaku deflected, sounding way too defensive.
“I wouldn’t trust that for a moment, Mr. Mukuro.” Ima’s voice was gravely from sleep but it didn’t seem to be his concern. He wiped his mouth with his pajama sleeve as he sat up and turned over his pillow, as if Gaku didn’t already see all of the fucking drool, but whatever.
“W-Well, I wasn’t, so…” Gaku grumbled, watching Ima run his own fingers through his hair a few times to get the worse of some of the knots. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head, shirt lifting just a bit (n-not like Gaku was looking or anything!), before rubbing some of the sleep out of his eyes.
Gaku was more surprised when he laid back down, facing Gaku yet again. The size of the mattress didn’t give them much room to spread out, so Gaku felt Ima’s legs against his own yet again. From this distance, he could see how exhausted Ima’s eyes looked, even after a proper night’s sleep… Gaku wondered if Ima gave enough of a shit to notice the same thing on him.
“This early in the morning and you’re already staring with your fish eyes,” Ima sighed, rolling onto his back. His fingers tenderly rubbed his forehead, as if he already had a headache from the inconvenience that was Gaku’s existence. “How embarrassing…”
“Emarassing?” Gaku growled. It was too early to be falling for this shit; he threw it right back at the underclassman: “You’re the one that came over just to sleep in my bed! That’s embarrassing, eh?”
Ima’s eyes narrowed, giving him a nasty side eye. Gaku considered the pink tint to his cheeks some kinda win.
“Didn’t your parents teach you not to look a gift horse in the mouth? Ah, wait.”
“Dude! That’s not the dig you think it is! You don’t have parents either!” Gaku lifted himself to lean onto his elbow, causing him to talk down to Ima. “Look, dude, you avoided the question all damn night last night. Just fuckin’ fess up! Why did you come over?!”
“Are you wanting me to leave?” Ima spoke flatly, like it was a thinly veiled threat.
“W-Wha, ah… Well.” Gaku’s mouth hung open like a stupid fish, not expecting Ima to put him into ‘checkmate’ so easily. He mumbled and scratched the back of his head, looking away from Ima. “N-No, I’m not saying that.”
“That’s what I thought.” Ima’s tone was certain in a way that pissed Gaku off; Gaku could see his stupid shit-eating smirk without even looking. “Now, lay back down. We might as well try to get some more sleep before the morning announcement, yes?”
“H-Huh?” Gaku blinked, caught off guard by the ‘we’. “Oh, uh… Yeah. I guess so.”
Gaku slid his elbow out from under him, laying back down. Ima watched as he shifted, making Gaku almost feel more nervous. It felt like a lion watching its prey before it finally pounced…
Despite Gaku’s well-backed trust issues with Ima, there wasn’t any attack. Or pounce. Not even another snide comment. Instead, Ima tangled one of his legs further with Gaku’s and adjusted himself to get comfortable.
As soon as they both closed their eyes and settled in to get a bit more sleep-
VWAAH, VWAAH! VWAAH VWAAH!
The sudden sound of the invader alarm made them spring up, hitting and elbowing each other in the panicked scramble to sit up. They both immediately started audibly groaning and cursing and bitching as they threw their clothes on and hurried out the door.
Neither of them would mention this morning for a long time.