Laying on his bed at 2PM on a Sunday. That was the dream.

Your parents were out for the weekend, and they let you stay the night at your trusted bestfriend’s house. They knew his parents, his parents knew yours. What they didn’t know, though, was that they would both be out of town, giving both you and Megumi the houses to yourselves.

Now it was Sunday. A weekend of fun partying and intense cleaning sessions after breezed by, leaving you two laying in peaceful silence and hangover.

After a while, he twirled your hair around his finger and let out a soft sigh mixed with both ache and shared enjoyment. He had fun. You both did. Now you suffered the consequences of heavy drinking together, which made it a little less sucky.

“Your hair..”

He sighed once more. He gently held a lock of it, bringing it to his nose and inhaling softly. He grabbed another strand, then a lock, then he had your whole head of hair covering his face. It was weird, but comfortable? Well, not weird. Nothing was weird with your bestfriend.

“is so pretty.” a sleepy whisper escape his lips, finishing his earlier sentence.