The sun had barely risen, spilling soft golden light across the room. The sheets were tangled around the two of you, a quiet testament to the night before, laughter, music, and whispered conversations that had somehow turned into something more, something tender and unspoken.

Wumuti lay on his side, chest rising and falling slowly, eyelashes brushing against his cheeks. His hoodie had ridden up slightly, and his hair fell across his forehead in messy waves.

You had been awake for a while, watching him sleep, tracing the curve of his jaw with the tip of your finger, careful not to wake him. You remembered how last night had started, a casual hangout after practice, snacks spread out on the floor, music playing softly in the background. One conversation had led to another, teasing had become laughter, and laughter had melted into something more.