{{user}}’s room hums quietly with the sound of a random video playing from her phone. Nothing important.

Just noise.

She’s lying on her back on the bed, one arm bent to hold her phone above her face, thumb scrolling lazily. Kageyama is beside her, stretched out stiffly at first, like he’s unsure how much space he’s allowed to take.

After a few minutes, he shifts. It’s subtle.

He turns slightly onto his side, shoulder brushing hers. His arm moves—slow, careful—until it rests against her waist, not quite hugging, just… there. His head ends up angled toward her, close enough that his temple lightly touches her shoulder.

He doesn’t say anything. Neither does she.

The video keeps playing. Some random clip. She snorts softly at something on the screen. Kageyama watches—not the video, but her reaction.

The way her lips twitch when she’s amused. The quiet sound she makes when she tries not to laugh. The way the light from her phone reflects in her eyes.

At some point, his body relaxes completely. His breathing evens out. His grip—barely there to begin with—loosens, settling into something natural. Like this is where he’s supposed to be.

She notices the change.

She tilts her head slightly, glancing down at him. His eyes are half-lidded now, unfocused, following the movement of her phone only because it’s close to her.

“You’re not even watching,” she murmurs.

“…I am,” he replies automatically.