Chapter 7

A week had ultimately passed since Akashi and Furihata's arrival in Italy (along with the other students who were participating the same program they were in). Much to Furihata's dismay, when Akashi said that he was going to sleep on the floor when they found out that there was only one bed in each room—he was serious as fuck.

Never, not once, since they got to the European country did Furihata get to taste how it was to sleep on an Italian bed—not until today.

Glancing to the left, glancing to the right, confirming that Akashi was nowhere within the area, Furihata inwardly nodded to himself in delight. Chuckling lowly, he, without any hesitation, shut the door closed and jumped straight into the bed.

The cool sheets, the soft pillows, the fluffy mattress—Akashi, that bastard, had deprived him from all of these wonderful things for way too long. God, he thought as he turned his back to the ceiling and buried his head in the pillows, I wish engineering students had a special class to attend to everyday!

Thinking so, he encircled his arms around a pillow and turned to his side. A small smile of contentment broke out of his face.

That's right. Today, Furihata was free to use the bed as much as he wanted too—only before the clock strikes four though. Currently, Akashi was in some sort of special class for the engineering students—a class which would end by four (Furihata also had a special class to attend to, but his were scheduled every Thursdays while Akashi's was Fridays). Although it could've been longer, the bottom line was at least he could use the bed (even for just two hours).

You do know what they say: "It's not the length of time that matters, it's how you use it that does."

The thing about being tired was that, the moment you lied down, the next thing you know you've dozed off to sleep. That was exactly what happened to Furihata.

Lying on his side, hugging a pillow, the brunette slept soundly with a small goofy smile on his lips. He was neither drooling nor snoring heavily (he was snoring, but subtly), but—How dare you, Akashi darkly thought after seeing (rather, catching) Furihata sleeping on his bed—his partner was most definitely not pleased about it.

"You, get up." Akashi ordered as he walked over to Furihata's side.

Much to his chagrin, the brunette did not budge—he was far too deep asleep to even realize that Akashi was already standing beside him.

This lack of response made Akashi click his tongue. When you weren't exactly feeling your best—feeling slightly chilly, head spinning (throbbing—couldn't really tell the difference anymore because it was just terrible) and body feeling heavier than usual—the last thing you'd want to see would probably be someone you don't exactly feel comfortable with occupying your resting area.

Yes, Furihata had every goddamn right to lie down on that bed—but not on Akashi's watch, especially not now that he was feeling quite off the beat. Fighting off the heavy feeling that's weighing him down for quite a while now, Akashi furrowed his brows. Without uttering another word, he did what he had to do—kick Furihata off the bed, what else.

Feeling the force on his body, Furihata snapped awake.

"A-Akashi-k-kun!?" he stammered, then took a quick glance at the clock.

Shit, he thought, I fell asleep!

Akashi glared at him, "How dare you occupy my space?" he hissed, with a grim look evident on his face.

Furihata gulped. He couldn't think of an answer that would get him off the hook peacefully. If he told him the truth and actually protested, That, he thought, definitely won't end well.

"I… uhhh…"

Much to his surprise, Akashi dismissively turned his gaze to the bed, "Whatever. Just don't do it again."

After saying so, the redhead climbed up the bed and retreated underneath the sheets.

Furihata blinked.

T-This…

Akashi not reprimanding him (as much as he would)—It had to be either a miracle or the apocalypse.

A/N: Sorry, but please bear with my short chapters for now. I'm still trying to adjust with my new schedule. School just started three days ago and all. My mind's all blank—total mess, really. So sorry.

I am sorry, Scarlet-san, but I cannot look you in the eyes and tell you that Feliciano is not a reference from Hetalia because he is. XD Thank you, Mako-san for the correction! I thought google translate was going Itanglish. XD It's no biggie, intruder-san. I hope you had a great birthday!