Masayoshi wiggled impatiently in the bed. The upside to cramming two fully-grown men into one twin-sized bed was that there was no way for Gotou to pretend he wasn't clingy in his sleep - but that was also the downside, as Gotou had Masayoshi in an iron grip, one(more) arm tucked over his chest and face nestled against Masayoshi's nape.
It was /wonderful/, except for the fact that he really, /really/ had to pee.
There was the hint of gray light underneath the curtains heralding dawn, but Masayoshi couldn't see the clock, his back to the rest of the room. Soon, hopefully soon, Gotou's alarm would go off and he would be free to fling himself out of bed and make a mad dash to the bathroom.
And then, sweet relief.
Except who knew how long it would be until he could /experience/ said relief.
Masayoshi wiggled again, trying to formulate a plan of escape that didn't involve waiting an unknown amount of time for the alarm to free him. Gotou's arm over his side locked, pulling Masayoshi back and closer against Gotou, slotting their bodies completely together.
That would be amazing and Masayoshi would be over the moon except his bladder took priority even over the fact that he could feel Gotou's morning wood through his loose sweatpants and holy /shit/ he could feel Gotou's morning wood.
Masayoshi's brain stopped working. This wasn't the first time this had happened but it was still - he could /feel/ it, warm through the thin cotton, hard and pressed flush against the small of his back and oh god what did he do with this information. What was he gonna DO with this -
Gotou's phone alarm went off and Masayoshi leaped from the bed and slammed the bathroom door behind him.(less)