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Morning wasn't a grand event; in all honesty, that was better. The blinds were shut, letting both sleepers continue to dream without the interruption of light or alarms, but even so, biological clocks would not be derailed so easily. Ayanokouji found himself waking up first, nestled in the crook of dozing consciousness. It was too warm to wake up completely, and happily kept himself caught in limbo.
Realizing of course, that he was sprawled over a body, the object of comfort and heat, made him even more pleased to drift between awareness and oblivion. Remembering this was Hiroaki, however, finally forced his eyes open.
Ishida Hiroaki. Child of Wishes. His Child of Wishes. The thought made his head light, and recalling last night stirred every fantasy he'd had for 30 years. Hiro was where he belonged, back into the ranks of the original Chosen Children, and more importantly, by Aya's side. He used to curse Fate daily, because of Hiro's disappearance, but now, he knew there had been a reason, and after everything, he was returned to them. All was well again.
Ayanokouji grinned lazily, if not a touch sad. This was how it should be, in his mind, but he wasn't a fool. If Hiroaki chose to discontinue their relationship past now, Aya could neither stop him nor change his mind. After all, Chosen ones were a particular breed. The bonds grown between each group reached beyond love, sex, admiration, friendship, loyalty, or devotion.
Ruki, Ryosei, and Taichi implied it best, before the groups returned to their own world: "You can be any sexuality, and still can be attracted to a teammate contradicting that sexuality."
Brain splurt.