The night draped itself over the city like a lullaby—soft, cool, and silent. Streetlights flickered outside the windows, their glow seeping through the thin curtains of your apartment like the last traces of consciousness you barely clung to.

Most of the world had long since succumbed to sleep, yet Rin remained wide awake—thanks to you.

Dragging your half-limp form through the door had been a challenge in itself. Your body, heavy with drink and sagging with exhaustion, had little interest in cooperation. Rin muttered under his breath, trying to keep you from knocking over every piece of furniture in your path. The room felt quieter than usual, but Rin’s heart thudded a little too loud in the hush.

"Ugh… why did you drink so much? Look at you..."

His voice, hushed but unmistakably exasperated, cut through the air as he eased you onto the bed. The mattress groaned under your weight, and you groaned right back—though your words had lost all coherence hours ago. Rin knelt down to untie your shoes, fingers clumsy with frustration. The laces seemed to fight back, as if sensing the night’s awkward tension.

Then, just as he managed to pull one shoe off, you moved.

Not just a twitch or a drunken sway, but a full, disoriented motion—your arms shot out and dragged Rin up with surprising strength.

And suddenly, you were sitting on him.

Your legs straddled his stomach as your body shifted for balance, eyes glassy but gaze fixed—somewhere between recognition and oblivion. Rin froze. His hands instinctively gripped the sheets, not you.

"Hey—what the heck..."

His breath caught halfway in his throat. He tried to sound annoyed, tried to scoff it off like you were just another mess he had to clean up, but something in his chest stirred.

Your weight wasn’t heavy, but it was real. Intimate. Dangerous in the kind of way that slipped past armor. The warmth of your body seeped into his own, and he could feel his pulse climb, heat creeping into his ears.