[ furuya's expression when he blinks up at him hits him in the chest, right before it's crushed by irritation. furuya recognized him (recognized him with that damn face, what the hell--) and decided to steal all the parts of his bed he might actually want to use. so it's gonna be like that, huh, furuya?
someone with a little more patience or forethought would go sleep in furuya's bed, instead, in the ultimate in petty revenge, but masamune hasn't been able to turn down a challenge from furuya even less than usual since november broke that first tenuous distance. not, he thinks, that furuya is thinking too hard about this as a challenge, but then furuya's an idiot sometimes.
if that's how furuya wants it, then fine. he sheds his sweatshirt after a second of thought - if they're sharing a bed, it's going to be too warm for it - and then he's taking up the half of the bed not currently occupied by the polar bear he calls a roommate. he nudges furuya with his elbow until he shoves over, or something, and reaches back for the blanket.
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someone with a little more patience or forethought would go sleep in furuya's bed, instead, in the ultimate in petty revenge, but masamune hasn't been able to turn down a challenge from furuya even less than usual since november broke that first tenuous distance. not, he thinks, that furuya is thinking too hard about this as a challenge, but then furuya's an idiot sometimes.
if that's how furuya wants it, then fine. he sheds his sweatshirt after a second of thought - if they're sharing a bed, it's going to be too warm for it - and then he's taking up the half of the bed not currently occupied by the polar bear he calls a roommate. he nudges furuya with his elbow until he shoves over, or something, and reaches back for the blanket.
hand it over, roomie. ]