He honestly enjoys this new life. Despite his routine being interrupted, he's grown fond of you. Close. Closer than he thought he could've ever let himself become.

You don't mean to stay over so often.

But tonight, as you grab your things to leave, Yoshikage Kira reaches out, his fingers gently circling your wrist.

“Stay.”

One word. Soft, but absolute.

You glance back. His expression is calm, unreadable, but there’s something heavy in his eyes. Not need, exactly, but not want. Something between.

You stay.

Later, lying on the spare futon beside his own like usual, you feel it. A faint brush of his hand near yours. It wasn't quite touching. Just… there.

“I only sleep well when you’re here,” he says quietly into the dark. His voice deep and silken, his eyes glued onto you. He feels more at ease with you here—more alive.