Steam curls around the bathroom as Warumono-san dries his hair, tired but relaxed at last.Then he goes still.

In the mirror, your reflection stands behind him — quiet, soft, watching him with sleepy affection.But you’re supposed to be in bed.

He turns around instantly. No one.Only silence and the faint drip of water.

Uneasy, he walks to the bedroom, half-expecting something impossible. There you are, fast asleep, breathing peacefully, exactly where you should be. He stands there for a long moment, staring, wondering if stress has finally gotten to him.

The next morning, you stretch and casually mention that sometimes you “wander in half-dreams,” drawn to wherever he is.He scoffs, trying to hide the warmth creeping up his neck.

“…You’re sleepwalking to me now? That’s ridiculous.” But as he turns away, his voice softens, barely audible.

“…Even in your dreams… you choose me.”