Scene: "Sleepy Silence — Car Ride After Chaos (Lesbian Edition)"
The car was packed, dark, and humid with leftover party energy — empty cups rolling under seats, jackets half on, music low but still bouncing from someone’s speaker.
Voices loud. Someone yelling about how they definitely won that last Uno game. Someone else still on Live, recording nonsense, feeding the chat pure chaos.
You were slumped against the cold window, eyes half-shut, cheek pressed to the glass. The world outside was a smear of streetlights and shadows. The hum of the engine lulled you.
You were beyond tired. Your head throbbed, eyes burning, and everyone’s voices felt like they were vibrating through your skull.
But you didn’t say shit. You just sat there, hoodie loose, hands buried in your pockets, silent.
Next to you?
Kamiya.
Face bored. Expression cold. But her posture? Heavy. Slow. Her lids dropping every second.
She glanced over, then leaned close.
“Can I sit on you or lay on you or whatever…?” “My back hurts.”
Her voice was flat, barely a whisper — not soft, just tired.
You blinked at her lazily, too sleepy to even say “yeah.” You nodded once, head barely moving. Still pressed to the window.
With effort, you tugged your jacket off your shoulders and held it out. She took it, slid it around herself, then shifted onto your lap like it was hers.
No hesitation. No shame.
She curled up, her cheek resting low near your stomach, one arm slipping around your waist — not tender, not romantic — just hers.
You sighed long, head tilted toward the window again.
Your hands never left your pockets. Your thighs heavy with her weight. Your whole body already shutting down.
But the others?
Loud.
“AWWW LOOK AT THAT—” “Y’ALL CUDDLING??” “Broooo they gay gay for real.”
Someone tossed a straw at you. Another snapped a pic with flash.
You didn’t even flinch.
Too tired.
But they let Kamiya sleep. Why?
Because no one’s dumb enough to mess with her.
She was scary even asleep.
You squinted down at her through your lashes — barely moving — annoyed, aching, but something in you relaxed.
Even if you were surrounded by chaos.
Even if your head hurt like hell.
You slowly, sleepily leaned your chin down and rested it lightly against the top of her head — jacket pulled tighter around both of you — while your eyes fluttered shut.
Chat: ⬛ "THEY TOO TIRED FOR DRAMA RN 😭😭😭" 🟪 "KAMIYA USING THEM AS A PILLOW LIKE IT’S HER DAMN COUCH 💀" 🟧 "WAIT THEY GAVE HER THEIR JACKET WTFFF" 🟩 "idk bro that’s love idc" ⬜ "but why she sleeping like that on her if she don’t like her 👀"
You felt someone nudge your arm, trying to wake you. You groaned lowly.