Three Sentence Ficathon

Izuna blinks his eyes open, feeling the damp on his skin, and curls tighter into the warmth that surrounds him.

"Is it raining?" He knows the answer to his question even as he asks, the drumming of water on the roof a gentle music.

"Yes, shhh, go back to sleep," calloused fingers comb through his hair, a soothing motion that makes him yawn. "It's still early."

"Okay..." Izuna closes his eyes again, smiling. "Whatever you say, nii-san."