A/N: I'm bored and these are quick to write, so let's just roll with it; it's Vieux here, proudly presenting fanfiction for a series of challenges I found somewhere in the deep depths of a black hole known as 'tumblr' :D

Um… just a note… you guys didn't actually think for a second this would be anything other than Royal Pair did you :D Enjoy~

1. Your Arms Around Me

"Get off."

Mornings can be awful for them; between a half-awake Ryoma and a grumpy Keigo, the entire household is almost always torn in half by their antics.

"Hm…We're going to be late, you brat."

Keigo is the practical one- he always is. Without him, Ryoma might just stay in bed until dinner. Or, even better, he just doesn't get up at all.

"Che, shut up monkey king. Look what you've done, I'm starting to wake up."

Ryoma is the non-practical one- he always is. If it were up to him, people would be allowed to sleep their life away. And some unfortunate days, he chooses to follow his own ideologies- except those days normally also involve coercing his boyfriend to somehow do the same.

"Ore-sama has a meeting."

Atobe occasionally acts like a workaholic. Just occasionally.

"And I have a match today."

Ryoma sometimes acts like a tennis-addict. Just sometimes.

"You could just cancel." The words are said simultaneously by two loving people who are too drowsy and sleepy to even open their eyes. Because, deep down, they both wish that every day was one of those days.

Keigo turns onto his side and the thickest blanket shifts over. With a whine of protest, Ryoma buries his nose deeper into the pile of thin fluffy blankets surrounding him, shivering slightly. "Stop hogging the warmth."

Keigo snorts. "Ore-sama is naturally warm- he was born hot."

Ryoma groans low in his sleep. "God that's so stupid, Keigo…"

Atobe is the one that always steals the blanket.

"Seriously monkey king, scoot over a bit so I can have some of the blanket too."

But he's also the one who always ends up giving it back.

Ryoma shifts his head and pulls the soft cushion under him a bit to the right. Even in his sleepy state, Keigo's lips curve and pull themselves into a low scowl. "Oi, give back the pillow space, brat."

Ryoma is the one that always steals the pillow.

"Che, you'll be fine."

Except sometimes he doesn't give it back.

And those are the times when Keigo scoots so close they're practically plastered together under the covers, sharing warmth like a two-person penguin huddle.

"You're a furnace, monkey king."

"Ahn? How dare you compare ore-sama to a mere heat-providing machine!"

Keigo normally ends up starting the small fights.

"Hm? I meant that you were hot, you idiot."

And Ryoma generally half-tries to end them.

But no matter what happens in the morning, the maids know what to expect when they open the door-

Two people sleeping.

Ryoma sprawled over Keigo's torso, half on his side- Keigo's limbs draped and entangled in Ryoma's, to the point where even with their skin tone difference it's impossible to tell who's who.

And they have their arms around each other.

A mutual embrace like a gentle shell against the harsh world of the ocean.

A/N: Yup really short, but you should expect that with these :D Don't worry, there's a lot of them so I'll be updating pretty soon ;) Tell me what you think!

Ja ne!

~Vieux