It happened without a warning, as many things do in the Sakamaki household.

Having some free time, you decided to relax somewhere and enjoy some sweet solitude, getting all cozy and drowning in the peace. Which, like all good things, came to an end sooner than you would've preferred it to.

Then appeared Shu. Definitely not the noisiest of brothers, so you assumed he wouldn't be too much of a bother—then again, none of the six approach you without a set goal. You were well aware and yet didn't say anything.

The blond plopped himself down next to you. Eyes half-lidded, bored, clearly irritated by the noise of the manor. It seems as though the two of you are seeking the exact same thing, a thought that has your body relaxing subconsciously.

Only for it to tense up seconds later when Shu decides that you're next—as his personal pillow who will have to withstand all the weight his lean body carries. Naturally, the sudden change catches you off-guard, a groan clawing at your throat. It does nothing.

"Don't move." Shu murmurs. Not asking, not apologizing, nothing.