It started out with innocent intentions.

Sugawara had texted you around 7 PM:

[Suga ✨]: Wanna do a study grind together? I’m gonna fail math if I’m alone 😭

You showed up an hour later with a backpack full of highlighters, snacks, and exactly zero self-control around his smile. His room was clean in that “he tried really hard to make it look effortlessly clean” way: blankets neatly folded, lemon-scented candle burning, and two glasses of iced tea waiting on his desk. The Karasuno setter wore an old, comfy hoodie and shorts, hair slightly tousled from drying too quickly after his shower.

You tried to focus. Really, you did.

But somewhere between the third worksheet and “just one more mini snack break,” the two of you had migrated from the desk to the floor, backs resting against his bed, textbooks forgotten between your knees. Sugawara yawned mid-sentence, leaning his head on your shoulder with a quiet, “Just five minutes.”

You looked down, and Suga had already closed his eyes, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

His breathing slows, warm against your neck. You didn’t move, not even when your foot went numb, because he just looked so peaceful there, eyebrows relaxed, mouth parted slightly in sleep. Either way, you can't let him fall asleep on the ground, he'll be achy and sore...but he's so warm, and so close...