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Shun was way too excited to fall asleep. He couldn’t believe Saiki actually agreed! When he asked if he wanted to come to his sleepover he 100 percent expected him to say no and, well, he did at first. But as soon as he mentioned his Mama coming home with sweets he seemed all for it. Weird.
Now, Saiki was on his floor dozing away in a sleeping bag that Shun didn’t even think he owned! It’s a miracle! He’s never had anyone sleep over before, so the fact that the first person he’s ever had was Saiki made it all the more unbelievable. Shun was having trouble containing a small squeal of happiness when he heard the doorknob start to turn.
‘Ah crap, it’s Mama,’ he thought, pretending to be asleep. ‘She can’t see that I’m awake. Bedtime was two hours ago.’ She stuck around for a few moments more before leaving, the door only making an unsatisfying tink as the latch hit the door frame. She didn’t close the door.
Groaning silently, Shun opened an eye just to glare at the object of his irritance. He wonders if she does that on purpose, always leaving the door open. Of course, now he wont be able to sleep until he closes that darn door, but he’s already comfy! Getting up now would be torture! And Saiki happened to be sleeping right next to Shun’s bed. Shun didn’t want to get up and accidentally disturb, or worse, hurt Saiki as he stumbled around in the dark. Ugh, what to do. What to do.
…
Staring at the door intently, Shun concentrated. ‘Move.’ The door did not, but of course, Shun didn’t give up. ‘Come on, move. Close. Shut.’ Still nothing. Groaning again, he sucked it up and accepted his fate, but not before one last try, of course. Glaring at the door, he mentally commanded ‘mooooove!’ Of course, nothing happened. Not right away at least.
Shun watched, frozen by a mixture of emotions, as the door slowly, silently moved along its hinges and shut with a quiet click. He lay there, expression unchanged, for what felt like an hour before jerking upright.
‘What was that?’...’Was that...me?’
Gasping sharply with a sudden realization, Shun looked down at his wrapped hands.
‘No way…’
Shun looked closely at the red cloth, noticing the tattered edges that he had previously pinned on age. He began to wonder if that really was the case.
‘The...the JET BLACK WINGS?!’
Meanwhile, a familiar pink-haired psychic chuckled internally.