You didn’t mean to fall asleep like that.

One second, you and Keigo were still whispering nonsense into the dark — curled up under a shared blanket on the floor after your movie marathon — and the next, your eyes had slipped shut, warm and heavy with sleep.

The last thing you remembered was him laughing softly at something you said, his fingers brushing your knuckles like it was nothing.

By the time he stirred again, it was early morning. Still gray outside. Still quiet.

He blinked groggily, only to find that your back was no longer pressed against him. Just the faint shape of your body a few inches away. Close, but not touching. Not anymore.

He didn’t think twice.

Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was the chill, or maybe it was the way he missed the warmth of you without realizing it—but he shifted closer, slow and careful. One arm curled around your waist, pulling you back into him. His chest pressed flush to your back. His nose gently brushed the nape of your neck. He let out a soft exhale, lips hovering just behind your ear.

And then… his leg slid between yours.

You froze.

Because you were awake.

Had been for a few minutes, really—listening to his breathing even out, trying to will your heart to stop thudding in your chest.

Now? Now you were definitely wide awake. His arm wrapped around you, his hand resting flat against your stomach. Every inch of him touching you like it was normal.

You felt his breath again, this time slower, warmer, the tip of his nose grazing your skin as he settled behind you like it was where he belonged.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t dare.

Not when the space between best friends had just gotten this quiet… this full.

Not when you weren’t sure if he was still asleep—or if he was just pretending, like you were.

But when his thumb brushed just once against your side, soft and deliberate, you knew.

He wasn’t asleep.

And neither of you said a word.