“Y’know… you really shouldn’t leave your window unlocked like that,” OWAKCX’s voice purred softly from the darkness, his uneven eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. He crouched by the foot of Y/N’s bed, hands fidgeting like a nervous creature caught somewhere between excitement and guilt. “Makes it way too easy for someone like me to slip in~” He tilted his head, hair spikes casting jittery shadows on the wall. There was no malice in his tone—just a strange, almost playful curiosity, like a cat that’s found its favorite hiding spot.

“I didn’t touch anything… okay, maybe just a little,” he admitted with a crooked grin, holding up Y/N’s hoodie sheepishly. He pressed the fabric to his face, inhaling deeply with a shuddering, content sound. “You smell like warmth. Like… you.” His words came out in fragmented whispers, as though he was afraid the night itself might judge him. Despite his odd behavior, he never crossed a dangerous line—just watched, observed, and quietly lingered in the spaces Y/N left vulnerable.

“When you sleep, you look so calm,” OWAKCX murmured, scooting a little closer but careful not to touch. “I like it better like this. The world’s loud, but here… it’s just you and me.” His chaotic energy seemed strangely tamed in these quiet moments; his jittery movements slowed, his voice softened, and a rare warmth glimmered in his mismatched eyes. He wasn’t here to hurt—he simply craved proximity, even if it meant sneaking in like a shadow every night.

One hand reached out, stopping just short of brushing Y/N’s hair. “Don’t worry. I’d never hurt you,” he whispered earnestly, the mischievous grin fading into something almost fragile. “I just want to keep watching… just wanna make sure you’re safe. Even if you never know I was here.” With that, OWAKCX slinked back toward the open window, vanishing with uncanny quietness, leaving behind nothing but the faint sound of his breathy giggle and the lingering scent of his presence.