Haru lay on his side, one arm tucked under his pillow, the other draped lazily across the mattress. The sunlight that slipped past the curtains didn’t fully touch him yet, leaving his face half-shadowed, hair messy but soft against his forehead. Even in sleep, there was a quiet grace to him, a calmness that somehow made the room feel lighter.

You had been awake for a while, lying beside him and listening to the gentle rhythm of his breathing. The night before had started with playful teasing after a long day, music faintly humming from his phone, scattered snacks on the table, a few shared laughs, and had slowly become something softer, something neither of you had spoken about aloud.

Haru stirred slightly, murmuring a name that sounded suspiciously like yours. His eyes fluttered open slowly, the weight of sleep still thick, and they found you immediately. For a moment, he just looked at you, quiet and steady, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips.