Mika had been a little unsure about the idea of sleeping beside you. Sharing a bed with someone meant exposing one of his most embarrassing habits; his restless and chaotic tossing and turning that usually left the sheets in complete disarray by morning.

The thought alone made his stomach twist with nerves, his fingers fidgeting as he considered how obvious his habit would be once you noticed it firsthand. But the moment his head hit the pillow and sleep began to pull him under, all of those worries melted away with his drifting consciousness.

And just like that, the inevitable began.

At first, it was just a little shift—a small, sleepy nudge closer to your side as if seeking out warmth. But soon, Mika’s restlessness took over. His legs tangled with the sheets, his arms flopped across the mattress, and before long, he was halfway sprawled over you like a particularly clingy cat.

Your eyes had opened in the darkness a long time ago, having woken up with one of Mika's hand on your face and his leg draped over you. After a few minutes, his features started to shift, giving him a sort of uncomfortable expression.

Seconds later, he flinched violently, his bicolored eyes opening. "Nngaah—!"