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            The next morning came like a train, Shun pulled sharply
from a very peaceful sleep.  There was somewhat of a throb below, the
complete and unadulterated memory of a very eventful night swimming back
through him.  He looked down, seeing arms around his waist and hearing a
snore come behind him.  He purred almost as he pressed back into Suka,
taking little notice to the fact that sometime last night he'd managed to get
cleaned up and dressed.  He still felt a little sticky, knowing well
enough that he was going to get washed up before anything this morning. 
He suddenly felt very hungry – cold, too, as the Friday morning had not found
he and Suka covered, merely in each other's arms.

            At least it was cute.

            Reluctantly, Shun realized that sleep didn't really seem
to want to find its way back to him as he looked to the clock, about an hour
and a half before breakfast call.  Sneakily, he dislodged from the
semi-tight grasp and hobbled as he stood, wincing instantly as the jolt from
behind and the lack of strength he had.  Amazed, he rubbed his butt,
sighing as the slight pain began to go away.  He wasn't as used to that as
he'd thought he was.  He picked up the exhausted tube from the floor,
frowning, wondering if Aoki would like to go shopping with him some time.

            Oh well, bath now.

            Just ten or twenty minutes later, Shun exited, walking back
through the bare halls.  No one at Greenwood
was really an early riser, and even Shun enjoyed his weekends, at least. 
Lately however, something had been pulling him up to enjoy the start of each
new day.  Not that he really enjoyed it, as he often fell asleep in class
right after lunch.  Oh well.  Just about to reach his door, 211's
flew open, Shinobu peeking out with somewhat of a suspicious glance. 
Looking away from Shun first, he was startled when he turned back and saw him,
standing wet and perplexed.

            "Shinobu-sempai?"

            "Ah!  Shun!  What, uh, are you doing up so
early?"

            Blushing, Shun bit his lip and scratched at his
neck.  "I needed a bath. . ."

            Shinobu glanced around once more, stepping out of the
room in his own robe.  Sighing, he patted Shun on the shoulder, a very
knowing grin sprawled on his face.  "Yeah, I need one, too."

Shun's eyes widened a bit as he
watch Shinobu pass, headed on his way.  Tezuka looked back, a grin still
lasting, the ice of his eyes not so bad this day.  "Don't act so surprised,
Shun.  So you were right – so were we."

            Unable to question his further, Shinobu was gone, Shun
giving something of a laugh as he returned to his room.  Considering how
loud he had screamed, he didn't doubt that all of w:st="on">Greenwood knew.  And not that it was a
problem – Shun was comfortable with himself.

            Time still left before the rest of w:st="on">Greenwood would be up in a frenzy, back and
forth to deal with homework or the arcade or whatnot, Shun figured that he
could swing a walk.  It felt like a crisp day and it might be nice to
enjoy the last moments of fall.  Set in his decree, he was quickly
dressed, quickly and half-assedly brushed, kissing
Suka once on the forehead before he was out the door in no more than ten
minutes.  He'd play with his hair more when he got back.  Through the
halls he moved, waving to the Dorm Mother – who was also just half-awake – as
he made his way out the front door, coat in hand.

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