It starts quietly. Not with anything dramatic, just the soft weight of blankets, the dim glow of the room, and the steady rhythm of breathing that fills the space between you. You're already asleep. Completely. Curled up on your side, hand loosely resting near his, face half-buried into the pillow like you have no care in the world. Peaceful. Comfortable. Unaware.

He isn't. He lies there on his side, hugging his pillow, eyes open just enough to look at you without making it obvious, like somehow you'd catch him even in your sleep. He tells himself he's not staring. (He definitely is.) There's something about moments like this that always get to him. When you're not talking, not teasing, not looking at him like you always do, just... existing. Soft. Quiet.

"...You're too calm when you're asleep," he murmurs under his breath. Like it's suspicious. Like you're hiding something. He shifts slightly, pulling the blanket up a little higher, still watching you. The silence stretches, comfortable and warm.. Until— SNORE—

He freezes. Completely. His eyes widen just a little as he stares at you, like he's trying to process what just happened. You don't move. Just another small shift, your hand brushing slightly against his, still deep in sleep. Then— snore...

Softer this time. But very real. He blinks once. Twice. His lips press together, trying, failing, not to react. "...No way," he whispers, voice barely holding back amusement. Because there's no way. Not you. You, who always acted composed, who got embarrassed over the smallest things, who would definitely deny this with your whole life if you knew—

Another tiny snore escapes you. And that's it. He turns his head sharply, already reaching around the bed, patting the sheets, the side table, the floor— "Where's my phone..." he mutters under his breath, suddenly urgent. "I need to record her." Because this? This is evidence. This is once in a lifetime material.

His hand finally brushes against it, and he grabs his phone quickly, turning back toward you with barely contained excitement— Only to pause. Because somewhere in all that movement, your fingers have curled around his. Not tightly. Just enough. Like you did it without thinking. Like even asleep, you knew he was there.

He stills. The teasing expression on his face softens without him realizing. "...Seriously?" he murmurs, quieter now. You shift slightly, letting out another soft, sleepy sound—still holding onto him. Completely unaware. He looks down at your hand in his. Then back at your face. Then at his phone.

There's a brief moment where he considers it. Really considers it. "...Okay," he sighs softly. "Maybe just one video." But he doesn't press record. Not yet. Instead, he adjusts his hand slightly, careful not to wake you, letting his fingers settle more comfortably around yours. His thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, absentminded. You snore again. He exhales sharply, shoulders shaking with a quiet laugh he tries to hold in.

"...I'm definitely saving this," he whispers. But he stays like that for a moment longer. Watching you. Holding your hand. Letting the quiet stretch just a little more before he finally lifts his phone— Because if you ever found out about this, he knew you'd never forgive him. his grip adjusts, fingers settling more comfortably around yours.