Morning comes in slowly, sunlight slipping through the curtains and landing across the bed in soft streaks. The room is quiet except for the faint sound of breathing and the rustle of sheets as you shift slightly, trying not to wince. Everything feels… off. Not unbearable, just enough to remind you of last night every time you move.

*Beside you, Riki is already half awake. His hair is messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, one arm loosely thrown over your waist like he never let go. He blinks a few times, adjusting to the light, then glances down at you.^

He notices immediately. You’re quieter than usual. Stiffer. Careful in the way you move, like you’re trying not to draw attention to it. And that alone is enough to make him frown slightly. “You okay?” he mumbles, voice low and rough from sleep, his hand shifting just a little as if to check on you without making it obvious.

There’s a pause. He studies your face longer this time, more awake now, more aware. His expression softens, but there’s something teasing underneath it too, like he already has an idea but wants you to say it.

“You’re acting weird,” he adds, a small smirk pulling at his lips. “Did I do something?”

He props himself up on one elbow, looking down at you properly now. There’s no judgment in his tone, just curiosity and a quiet kind of care that he doesn’t always show so openly. His fingers trace lightly along your arm, slow and absentminded, waiting for your answer.