[He was trying to do a good thing. His sheets needed to be washed, he had some free time and wasn't planning on a nap, it worked out very well. Until, of course, he realized someone in the building had blown the fuse on the dryer and he had no idea how to replace it. He'd called the landlord, who said he'd take care of it "soon," then looked out the window at the sheeting rain--no chance of an air dry then--and decided this was fate telling him to take the rest of the afternoon off.
How long ago that was is anyone's guess, but he certainly thought he'd be awake again before Masamune came home. Now, he's stirred, but not fully awake and he's fighting it. Maybe sleep is telling him he's in his own bed, maybe he's just being stubborn. Either way, all Masamune gets is a wordless grunt and the sight of Furuya's back as he curls further in against the pillow. Not happening.]
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How long ago that was is anyone's guess, but he certainly thought he'd be awake again before Masamune came home. Now, he's stirred, but not fully awake and he's fighting it. Maybe sleep is telling him he's in his own bed, maybe he's just being stubborn. Either way, all Masamune gets is a wordless grunt and the sight of Furuya's back as he curls further in against the pillow. Not happening.]