Written for Christmas, for Nezuko.

Hammocks weren't made for three people. They were made for one, or maybe two, but not three. Three people made a tangle of limbs and rope when hammocks broke and bodies plummeted to the ground. At least, the hammocks would break if the rope wasn't reinforced with chakra. But when it was reinforced with chakra? Well, then three people could swing with ease, a tangle of limbs some two or three feet above the ground.

"Shove over," Genma drawled lazily. He pushed at Raidou's head, and Raidou grumbled, kicking Ibiki. Ibiki snarled, smacked Genma over the head, and then it was calm again.

"Nice day." Raidou's voice was drowsy, and he yawned, eyes sliding closed. The sunlight was glinting through the leaves, hitting his face now and again as the hammock swung, and he shifted a little, not quite snuggling.

"You're snuggling," Ibiki informed Raidou gravely, but he snuggled back. "Genma, he's snuggling."

Genma lifted an eyebrow in a slow leer, then threw his arm over Raidou, fingers resting on Ibiki's hip. "Nice day," he agreed, and his fingertips moved in little circles on Ibiki's skin. "Very nice day."

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