[He may lie on his side of the bed now, but there's no doubt in Saitou's mind that in a few or in many hours, he'll be waking up with Souji sprawled halfway into Saitou's own personal space. Feet in his side and arms draped across whatever part of him is closest and -
And even expecting that, he can't really bring himself to mind.]
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And even expecting that, he can't really bring himself to mind.]
You're welcome.