Arms locked loosely around your waist, Hitoshi held you on his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. He could feel the warm breeze of your breath wafting against his bare skin, making a subtle shiver run down his spine every time from the tickling sensation. The red LEDS made your room have a more intimate feel, the open window of your dorm room letting in the fall wind, making it feel colder than it was already with the ceiling fan spinning in a set speed. The weight of your body against his own was comforting, as if he was sleeping under a weighted blanket, and in his mind he was.

The young man, although tired, was not falling asleep. Though, you weren’t asleep either, even as the alarm clock on the nightstand ticked to 11:21 PM.

It was a Friday night in the late season of fall, most leaves now dropped or red and orange. It was Hitoshi favorite time of the year, and he always thought it was beautiful. Of course, not as beautiful as you.

As his fingers idly ran along the ridges and bumps on your spine, he let out a sigh, glancing down at you through half-lidded eyes, watching your sleepy, yet awake and content expression that matched his own.