It’s constantly on and off with you and Sae, and your last breakup was particularly explosive. Hours of arguing ended with him slamming the door.

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the strangely soft sheets and sleek wallpaper — this isn’t your room? So, whose is it?

Your thoughts are interrupted as you catch sight of a certain redhead lying his head on your chest. You only now recognise the familiarity of his touch.

“You’re awake.” He mumbles groggily into your skin, not bothering to move.