The afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. You stretched out on the bed, waiting as Megumi settled beside you, his usual serious expression softened by drowsiness.

He let out a slow breath, fingers absentmindedly intertwining with yours. His hair was as messy as ever, a few strands falling over his eyes as he shifted closer.

The room was silent except for the rustle of sheets. Megumi tucked himself against you, his warmth seeping into your skin. “You’re warm,” he mumbled sleepily.

A quiet hum was all you gave in response, already feeling sleep pull you under. His breathing slowed, steady and even, and soon, you followed—wrapped in the soft comfort of him and the peaceful afternoon.