Three Sentence Ficathon

"Wha-" Keisuke never wakes up well, and it takes him a few tries to get himself both upright and out of the sheet tangled around his legs, facing the right way, his tongue sorted out, ". . .what're doin'?"

Kin-chan is curled up by the one window in his - their, now, Keisuke thinks, a little dizzily - tiny apartment, wrapped in the blanket from the bed, fingers pressed to the glass as rain pelts off it with a soft patter. "It's like being in a tank, but backwards!" Kin-chan says with delight, turning to look at him, eyes sparkling, and Keisuke blinks, slowly wrapping his head around that as Kin-chan watches him, wide eyes patient.

". . .I suppose so," Keisuke says eventually, a little amused; he has never considered his apartment to be like a fish tank - though . . . he eyes Kin-chan's empty tank across the room; it is probably more luxurious than the apartment Kin-chan now shares with him outside the tank most times, "does it sound, uh," Keisuke stumbles out of bed and wanders over to his tiny, adorable boyfriend, kissing the top of Kin-chan's head and winding his arms around Kin-chan as he makes a chirruping noise and snuggles into the embrace, "something like being in the tank?"