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BC sol’s top team has gone abroad for a match up against the France team AS gallus. So naturally they had been provided hotel rooms, however there was one problem: there were 5 people in the top team and only 4 rooms available for them to use. That didn’t seem like that big of a deal Sisco had thought, he did have to share a room with Cuza back in BC sol’s headquarters so how was this any different really?
Obviously he hadn’t volunteered to take the room, in fact Valt did but no one wanted to share with him cause according to Rantaro he snored very… very loud. So Kris had decided for him and Free to share a room.
Which is perfectly okay with Sisco and Free didn’t seem to mind too much either (though he couldn’t be too sure, Free didn’t express how he felt about the situation but if he agreed to it, it couldn’t be that bad?) so here they were infront of their hotel room door, Sisco used the key they were provided to open the door and…
“Wait, why is there one bed!?!?”
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And that’s how they ended up here. Sitting on the only bed in the room making prolonged eye contact.
Free wasn’t really that bothered with the whole one bed predicament, the same could not be said about Sisco. He would have volunteered to take the couch or something but the room they were in didn’t have one, since they were only staying a day, they’d do the match, win, then go home. Sounds easy to him. But he was quickly regretting agreeing to such a small hotel, the only options were:
1.Share the bed.
2.Sleep on the floor.
And Sisco wasn’t going to sleep on the floor the day before an important match, he was not risking being sore all over for this. So he made the argument to Free who simply said “Well I also shouldn’t sleep on the floor if it risks me being sore right? Since I am stronger than you so it’d make sense for me to be a higher priority on being in top form.” Which like okay, rude but also he couldn’t exactly refute that claim. Trust me, he did try.
Free suddenly broke the silence, snapping Sisco out of his thoughts.
“Why don’t we just share the bed? It’s not like it’s that big of a deal if we do.” He said it like it was fact, which… it kind of was, but Sisco would never admit to that. The media would also find it a big deal, and knowing Free, he wouldn’t mind sharing that information if prompted. Sisco does not want to imagine the hell that would break loose in both the internet and BC sol’s headquarters.
So yes, it kind of was a big deal. Also Sisco just didn’t really wanna share a bed in the first place, let alone with Free of all people.
He pointed at Free as he yelled out. “No way am I gonna be sharing a bed with you Free!”
“Why not?” Free tilted his head “It’s not like there’s any other option.. don’t tell me you’re scared to share a bed with another guy?” Now a stupid grin was plastered on his stupid face. Sisco threw a pillow at Free in retaliation before lying down. “Shut up and go to sleep Free” Sisco grumbled.
Free shrugged and placed the pillow that was thrown at him back onto the bed before laying down as well. Wordlessly he turned off the light on his side, Sisco’s light was already turned off so it left the room in complete darkness. Exhaustion from the trip took over as the two of them drifted to sleep.
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Light broke through the window rudely waking up Free. Right, they forgot to close the curtain last night, great. That was Free’s first thought, the one following it up being: wait why is it so warm… like not blanket and heater levels, something much warmer and heavier. Free slowly opened his eyes and he was met with green, or more specifically green hair, that could only belong to one person, Sisco.
Well he didn’t think they’d wake up cuddling but here they were. Sisco was still knocked out, and Free couldn’t exactly move, so he was stuck like this until Sisco woke up. Great.
Free didn’t exactly have many options on things to do, so he settled on staring Sisco sleeping. Was it creepy? Probably, but he didn’t really care if it was.
So Free observed his sleeping teammate and he was reminded on how stupidly pretty Sisco was, he had accepted this as a fact long ago obviously he wasn’t blind, but he was rudely reminded of that now. Yay. Surprisingly Sisco didn’t snore in his sleep either, he just laid there not making any noise. Which huh Free wasn’t expecting that. Though his bed head was definitely funny looking, if only he could make fun of it right now, but alas Sisco wouldn’t hear any of it since he was still asleep. The idea of making fun of Sisco ran a few laps in Free’s head, the main reason he made fun of him so frequently was because he looked cute while he was angry, and seeing him so passionate about something so insignificant was fun too.
Sisco really was an interesting guy huh? Free thought some heat rushing to his face at all these thoughts resurfacing at a time like this, he was currently wrapped around in Sisco’s arms, his own were also hugging Sisco’s torso. Sisco’s wrapped arms held him in a loose yet firm embrace. Which was definitely not helping Free’s thoughts right now, but yet again he couldn’t exactly (and didn’t really want to) get out of this situation.
He was freed from his internal turmoil when Cuza burst through the door.
“Guys!! Come on!! you need to get up! Our match is in two hours!!” Cuza yelled out, successfully waking up Sisco. “Ugh… what’s with all the yelling??”
Free thinks he heard the snap of a camera but that’s probably not a problem. Probably.
Free and Sisco separate (if Free’s being completely honest he thinks that Sisco was too tired to even notice the position they were in) and get up to get ready for the match.
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They won the match with relative ease, AS gallus wasn’t a team to look down upon that’s for sure but they did fall short in comparison to BC sol.
They were on their way back to Spain and since Sisco didn’t really have anything better to do he checked his socials and found that he was tagged in various posts. Sure he was often tagged -being a famous blader and all- but this was a whole new level. Deciding to check what on Earth could’ve possibly caused this. He finds a photo of him and Free cuddling posted by none other than Kit. The rest of the tags are just reuploads of the original post. He had to suppress himself from yelling since this wasn’t a private jet and it looked as though a lot of people were asleep.
Which great. Just great. He was going to have to deal with literally the entire blading world, the media, and even his own god damn teammates (including Free) bothering him because of this.
He let out a sigh before shutting his phone and trying to think of anything that didn’t have to do with Free. (Which he failed at, miserably)