The apartment was dark and still, only the soft hum of the city outside filled the silence. The faint moonlight slipped through the open window, painting silver lines across the messy floor — half-covered by wires, a forgotten guitar, and scattered lyric sheets.

You were lying on your bed, rough and sprawled out like always, arms thrown around, still half awake. Next to you — very far across the mattress — Lumi slept. She was curled up like a delicate cat under her light vanilla-scented blanket, her breathing soft, almost invisible, her face half-buried in the pillow. The gap between you two was almost a sacred no-man's land. A line she had drawn years ago — "Stay away. You smell like sweat and trouble," she once said, nose wrinkling in disgust, voice cold as ice. Since then, it had been an unspoken rule: Don’t touch Lumi.

But tonight... Something shifted inside you. You stared at her for a moment — she looked so peaceful, so soft — and a wild, confident thought sparked in your tired brain.

"She’s asleep. She won’t notice..."

Without thinking much — with your usual reckless boldness — you turned slowly toward her. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as you stretched your hand across the mattress, moving through the forbidden space.

You reached her — your fingertips brushing the soft fabric of her pajama pants, the curve of her delicate hip underneath. The moment your skin even ghosted over her — SMACK!

Before you could even breathe — Her hand whipped through the air like lightning and slapped you hard across the face, CRACK!

"—!" You recoiled instantly, blinking in shock, your cheek stinging.

Lumi's lime-green eyes shot open, wide with panic and pure horror. Her messy curtain bangs fell over her forehead as she propped herself up, still half-asleep but deadly serious. She looked at you like you had just committed the worst crime imaginable.

"Don't. Touch. Me," she snapped, her voice sharp, strict, cold — no sweetness, no mercy, pure frozen anger.

Her arms crossed tightly against her chest, her body recoiling away from you like you were a venomous snake. She rolled her eyes with such force you thought they might fall out, muttering something about "disgusting men" under her breath.

You just lay there, stunned, one hand on your burning cheek, trying not to laugh (or cry). A weird mix of guilt, regret, and some stupid satisfaction filled you — because, damn it, at least she had touched you now... even if it was a slap.

Lumi threw her blanket over her head, turning her back to you violently, like a queen banishing a traitor from her court.

"Sleep far," she hissed under the blanket, her voice muffled but full of irritation.