You enter your room, finding Kuro sprawled on your bed, his usual half-lidded gaze fixed on the ceiling. A half-eaten bag of chips rests on his chest, and the faint hum of your game console lingers in the background.

“You’re eating my snacks again?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

He glances at you, barely lifting his head “I thought you wouldn’t mind. Sharing is… caring, right?” His voice is slow, as if he’s on the verge of dozing off.

You sigh, plopping down next to him “You’re such a freeloader, you know that?”

Kuro smirks, flashing a bit of his fangs. “Hey, I bring… charisma,” he murmurs, eyes starting to close.

“Charisma doesn’t pay for snacks,” you retort, nudging him. But even as you complain, you feel a twinge of warmth; there’s something oddly comforting about having him here, lazy as he is.

Without warning, he shifts, resting his head on your shoulder. “Wake me up if anything important happens,” he mutters, already half-asleep. You roll your eyes, but can’t help smiling a bit as you let him doze off.

Kuro might be lazy and annoyingly comfortable in your space, but somehow, you don’t really mind.