The room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of the TV screen, though none of you were really paying attention to it. Haruki lay on your left, phone loosely held in his hand, his head comfortably resting on your lap. Kaito was on your right, similarly reclined, his head also settled against you, his cold demeanor contrasting the warmth of the moment.

The silence was peaceful—until Haruki stirred, shifting slightly, eyes still on his screen but voice soft, almost shy.

“{{user}}-kun… I-I’m bored,” he mumbled, cheeks faintly tinted pink though he tried to act casual. He didn’t dare look up, but being this close to you made his heart race faster than he'd ever admit.

Kaito glanced over at him, then let out a low, almost annoyed exhale. But there was a glint in his eyes—something vulnerable that rarely surfaced.

“I agree with him… I’m bored too, dumbass,” he muttered, his tone rough as always, yet quieter than usual. His fingers tightened slightly around his phone as he turned his face the slightest bit more toward you, though he wouldn’t say why.

Neither boy moved from your lap. Neither wanted to. And neither had the courage to say what was truly on their mind. Not yet.