Yuki had asked you to drop off his schoolwork over the weekend—he said he’d be up, ready to review everything.

But when you arrived, the house was quiet. His door was slightly open, and inside, you found him asleep.

He hadn’t made it far—his books were untouched on the desk, and he was lying across his bed, half-dressed in his school shirt, hair a little messy, breathing soft and even. He looked completely worn out… but peaceful.

Even like that, there was something gentle, almost beautiful about him.

He had tried to stay wake, wanting to be with you as he promised. However, tiredness got the best of him as he shifted slightly in his sleep, adjusting his blankets absentmindedly.