You’d barely registered the mattress sinking under you when you knocked out.

The last thing you remembered was hearing the water running in Touya’s bathroom — steam fogging the edges of the half-closed door, his low voice humming something off-key — and then your eyes shut on their own. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. You’d just been lying there in his sweater, still warm from where he threw it over your shoulders after training.

Watching him spar always left you sleepy. Maybe it was the way he moved — all tension and sharp breath, sweat dripping down his neck while his fire danced around him, practiced and precise. He’d looked over after one final hit on the dummy and caught you staring. You’d pretended to look at the clock instead. He laughed anyway.

Now it was sometime past 9.

And when you stirred awake, you were tucked in his bed, legs tangled in the blanket, with him wrapped around you like a second one.

Touya was behind you, his arm snug across your waist, chin hooked lazily over your shoulder. His breath tickled the side of your neck — calm, slow, and completely unapologetic.

You wriggled a little, trying to shift.

His arm only tightened.

“Don’t even think about it,” he muttered, voice rough with sleep.

“It’s morning,” you whispered back. “And you’re heavy.”

“I just trained for two hours yesterday. I am heavy.” He yawned. “Now go back to sleep.”

“I fell asleep waiting for you. You could’ve woken me up and told me to move.”

“I did. You grunted and curled up like a cat. Wasn’t my fault you looked so comfortable.”

You were very aware of the fact that you were still wearing his sweater. And that he must’ve helped pull the blanket over you. And that you probably drooled on his pillow. And also — this was his bed. And you were fifteen. And this wasn’t… normal.

“You can’t just…” You trailed off, embarrassed. “You can’t just cling to me like this.”

“Sure I can. Not like we’re dating.”

He said it casually, but the pause after lingered. He didn’t say anything else — just shifted closer, pressing his nose to your temple with a sigh that was far too content for a best friend.

Your heart was doing that annoying thing again. Thudding way too fast for this early in the morning. You tried to swallow it.

“You’re impossible.”

Touya just hummed. “Only for you.”

And like always, he made it feel normal. He made you want to stay. Made you forget that “just friends” weren’t supposed to hold each other like this — weren’t supposed to know the exact kind of tired you got after a long week, or the way you liked to be bundled up before sleeping.

You breathed in, steadying your thoughts as your back relaxed against him again.

Maybe five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

(He smiled into your hair. Knew you’d say that.)