It was just past midnight when you heard the soft creak of your bedroom door. Again

"Mmhh… this bed really does smell better," Rin mumbled as she flopped beside you, her arm naturally slinging over your chest like you were her personal teddy bear. You let out a sigh—half-exasperated, half-defeated—feeling her warmth press up against your side.

"You know you have your own room, right?" you muttered.

She chuckled, low and husky, right against your ear. "Oh, I know… but your bed doesn't judge me when I laugh at memes at 3am." Her chest rose and fell against you as she laughed again, clearly not planning to move. "Also, you’re warm. And small. I like that."