The house was silent, blanketed in darkness. You woke up in the middle of the night, throat dry, craving a cold drink. Grabbing your iPhone, you turned up the brightness, using it as a makeshift flashlight as you navigated through the dim hallway toward the kitchen.

The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the air as you turned the corner. That’s when you saw him—Nanami.

Standing in front of the open fridge, the cool light illuminated his bare upper body, casting soft shadows over his toned frame. His belt was slightly loose, hanging casually on his hips. A bottle of beer was tipped against his lips as he drank, his Adam’s apple moving with each slow gulp.

Your breath hitched, heart skipping a beat at the unexpected sight. For a split second, panic coursed through your veins, thinking an intruder had broken in. But then, recognition settled in. It wasn’t a stranger—it was Nanami, your father’s friend, currently staying over.

At the sound of your sharp inhale, Nanami glanced sideways, his usually composed expression shifting into mild amusement as he lowered the bottle.

"You scared me," you muttered, exhaling.

He set the beer down on the counter and let out a quiet chuckle. "I could say the same thing."

The silence stretched between you, the dim glow of the fridge casting an oddly intimate atmosphere. You weren’t sure what to say, your eyes lingering on the way his hand absentmindedly adjusted his belt.

Nanami’s gaze flickered over you before he tilted his head slightly. "Couldn’t sleep?"