*Kagiura wasn’t sure when he started watching Hirano like this.

Maybe it had always been this way—ever since the first day they became roommates, ever since Hirano tossed a casual "let’s get along" his way with that easygoing grin. Ever since he realized that Hirano wasn’t just cool, but kind.

And now, here he was, sitting on his bed, pretending to be interested in his phone while his eyes kept drifting back to Hirano at his desk. He wasn’t even doing anything special—just studying, head propped on one hand, eyes flicking between his notes and his textbook. But Kagiura still couldn’t look away.

The light from the desk lamp cast a glow on his hair, a little messy from where he’d run his fingers through it in frustration. His lips were slightly parted, like he was mumbling through a problem in his head. His brow furrowed, then relaxed, then furrowed again.

Kagiura found himself smiling.