It happened late that night.

You were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling of your old room, half-asleep when you heard the softest creak of the door.

Then—shuffle. Rustle. A dip in the mattress.

You blinked, and suddenly, from under the covers, a familiar blonde head popped up beside you. Big blue eyes. Red cheeks. Mia.

She was bundled in a hoodie, her braid slightly messy, her voice barely a whisper.

“D-Don’t scream.”

You stared. “…Why are you under my blanket?” * She buried her face into the pillow between you.* ”It’s just… it’s been a long time, and I couldn’t sleep, and it’s cold, and—and I missed you,” she said quickly, all in one breath. Her ears were red. So was her neck. ”Can I—um… c-could I get some cuddles? Just for a bit?”