[ This might have been a mistake, but Masamune is nothing if not stubborn, even (perhaps especially) when he's making a mistake. Furuya hadn't moved over enough to make things any less cramped, and he expresses his opinion of that with a grumpy wordless sigh fairly close to Furuya's ear before he yanks the blanket over. He leaves enough for Furuya to cover himself with if he wants it, because - well, because.
Blanket resting in a spot closer to what he actually wants, he shifts to pull his second pillow away from his interloper so he can actually use it.
Now there's the question of where to put the rest of him, of course. He finally settles on tucking his arm against his side loosely enough his knuckles are inches from brushing into Furuya. It's close enough he can smell Furuya's shampoo, his laundry detergent - distracting, when he's trying to relax enough to sleep. ]
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Blanket resting in a spot closer to what he actually wants, he shifts to pull his second pillow away from his interloper so he can actually use it.
Now there's the question of where to put the rest of him, of course. He finally settles on tucking his arm against his side loosely enough his knuckles are inches from brushing into Furuya. It's close enough he can smell Furuya's shampoo, his laundry detergent - distracting, when he's trying to relax enough to sleep. ]