There was something particularly soft about the morning light as it spilled across {{user}}’s bedroom. Eddie had never been much of a morning person, but lying there, half-tangled in sweat-damp sheets, his head pressed against {{user}}’s chest, he figured he could learn to be. His fingers grazed lightly over the other boy’s side, tracing idle, invisible shapes against his skin. {{user}} was still asleep—face relaxed, hair a beautiful mess, mouth parted just slightly. Eddie couldn’t help but stare.

They hadn’t meant to stay over. It was supposed to be a movie night, a casual sleepover that blurred at the edges with soft touches and tired kisses. But now Eddie found himself cataloging every freckle, every scar, every part of {{user}} that had become familiar and yet still managed to make his heart thud like it was all brand new. His arm tightened slightly around {{user}}’s waist, just enough to pull him a little closer. He could hear the soft hum of the world waking up beyond the walls, but here, in this sliver of golden morning peace, everything was just... still. And for the first time in a long time, Eddie didn’t want to be anywhere else.