Breathing hard, Heiji sat triumphantly on top of Hakuba, pillow raised threateningly as a warning to the Brit that if he so much as moved he was getting a pillow to the face.

Assuming Heiji has the momentum to swing it, but eh, semantics.

It had to have been one of the stupidest things he had ever done, but a grin was quirking at the corners of his lips. It had been fun. Cause he won, of course.