For the first time in a very long time, Atsushi didn't wake from a nightmare. He woke naturally, gradually; coming awake warm and secure, face pressed to a pillow that had a faintly familiar scent, and one hand tucked against his face.
(more) His other hand was warmer than it should be, and he flexed his fingers and felt fingers respond in kind. It took a few more boot cycles before his brain processed the peculiarity of that - and the fact he was comfortable in a bed and not sleeping on a futon in the closet.
Atsushi opened his eyes.
There was a hand resting in his open palm. Their fingers weren't threaded, but Atsushi's eyes followed the thin wrist and pale skin until it disappeared under the shared blanket and, with growing horror, finally glanced at the other pillow in the king-sized bed.
Akutagawa was sound asleep next to him.
Atsushi yanked his hand back, pulling them both to his chest like he'd been stung. They had been HOLDING HANDS. In their SLEEP. Atsushi watched in horror as Akutagawa made a small, distressed noise and after a moment pulled both his hands in toward himself as well - but he didn't wake.
Which all things considered was probably a good thing, because he would likely straight-up attempt to murder Atsushi the second he realized the were-tiger was sharing his bed.
Akutagawa's face creased, as if he were trying to wake up, and Atsushi hesitated in his attempt to stealthily exit the bed. He'd never seen Akutagawa look so vulnerable, and after another beat Atsushi sighed and slid back under the covers.
He wasn't going to let anyone know where he woke up, so ... a few more hours weren't really going to change anything, anyway.(less)