“Don’t ruin it.” Hiei as he is now more than likely would not have picked a fight. He is far too warm and sleepy still, rooted in against Kurama’s skin and clinging to him like a little leech.

Never in his life would Hiei have thought that they’d have this. That he would one day wake up in a bed next to Kurama and consider it normal or anything close to that. And yet here he is, giving the redhead’s skin a little nip in retribution, as if he should know the why without explanation.

“Because if it wakes me up I’m not going to want to let you out of bed.”