The day had dragged on endlessly, and somehow the night felt even longer, even though the clock insisted it was barely ten. Outside, the air was cold, wind drifting lazily through the streets as if it had nowhere else to be.

Inside, the world had narrowed to the bedroom. Katsuki hovered over you. His gaze stayed fixed on your face - sharp, attentive, softened by the low light. One of his hands rested gently over your mouth, not to be cruel, but to keep you from moaning loud enough to get caught. He preferred not to be interrupted, thank you very much.

His breathing was slow and uneven. The room was dim and warm, the kind of stillness that made everything feel suspended. Somewhere beyond the walls, life carried on. You could hear faint footsteps in the hall, the elevator chiming now and then - your late-night classmates still awake, darting around and playing games like they weren’t eighteen-year-olds on the edge of graduation.